Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161126014740/@comment-17114085-20161127115515

Ortis was standing atop a crate in the Whiterun Market. "Runes and amulets! Runes and amulets for the one and only Orkey!"

The patrons were ignoring the Nord who was trying to sell religious items for Orkey.

Seeing that he was being ignored, Ortis jumped off the crate and intercepted a wandering woman. "Excuse me, mam. Would you like to buy a rune of Orkey, maybe even an amulet?" He pulled out an amulet. It was of poor craftsmanship, because Ortis had made them himself.

"Orkey...Who's that?" She asked.

Ortis grabbed his chest, he was hurt from the comment. "Or...Orkey is the Trickster God." He replied.

"Oh, is he a Breton God? You really shouldn't be trying to sell that here in Whiterun. The Hawk Cult might catch wind of this and arrest you." She warned him.

Ortis leaned forward, feeling a bit stomach sick. "No...Orkey is a Nordic God. He's known as Orkey the Fox. He even has his own cult. The Fox Cult."

"Fox Cult? I've never heard of them." She stated.

Ortis sighed. "Well, you see I am the acting High Fox Priest."

"Where's your mask then?" She asked.

"I...I misplaced it." Ortis lied. "So, would you like to buy an Amulet of Orkey?"

"No, I don't think so." She said and walked off.

Ortis sighed once more and sat on his crate. "Damn it."