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An Orcish follower with a slight difference. Made for wolves222.
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Name: Basho Traa
Race: Orc
Gender: Male
Main Skill: Two handed
Alignment: Whatever you choose
Location: Bee and Barb , Riften
marriable?: Yes
About: Basho was cast out of his clan because of his strangely pale skin. His clan was very cagey about who you could be with. His father though Orcish still feel for a Nord woman and so Basho was born. He was cast out with his mother. His father did nothing to stop it. His mother did her best to provide for him as they traveled trying to settle down but it was not to be. She so often went without for his sake that she ended up dying.
Ever since losing his mother Basho has been wondering Skyrim alone and surviving on the wilds. He hates his father for what he did and blames him entirely for his mothers i'll health and eventual end.
"Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book, a painting or a house, a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or flower you planet, You're there." - Ray Bradbury
Race: Orc
Gender: Male
Main Skill: Two handed
Alignment: Whatever you choose
Location: Bee and Barb , Riften
marriable?: Yes
About: Basho was cast out of his clan because of his strangely pale skin. His clan was very cagey about who you could be with. His father though Orcish still feel for a Nord woman and so Basho was born. He was cast out with his mother. His father did nothing to stop it. His mother did her best to provide for him as they traveled trying to settle down but it was not to be. She so often went without for his sake that she ended up dying.
Ever since losing his mother Basho has been wondering Skyrim alone and surviving on the wilds. He hates his father for what he did and blames him entirely for his mothers i'll health and eventual end.
"Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book, a painting or a house, a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or flower you planet, You're there." - Ray Bradbury