Androxine Vortex
Archmage
I am writing a novel about orcs and I want to emphasize their... intelligence. So in their dialogue I am trying to make them sound uneducated. For example, in one conversation, an orc says to another, "Well it don't." Obviously it should be "well it does not."
I am having trouble trying to "dumb down" their dialogue. Here is a conversation between the MC and his father:
“Ah,” he said approvingly. “The hunter returns! I assume it went well enough?” Thurog was the spitting image of a true orc; tall, muscular and intimidating enough that a human would soil himself with but a glance at him. He had a short, black beard on his chin and two gigantic underfangs that protruded from his mouth and almost reached his nose. His bald head had a long scar that stretched from the top of his head straight down to his missing right eye. There was no question as to why he was their clan's Urogar.
“Yes. I honored our fathers with many kills.”
Thurog smiled. “Would you like a drink?”
Mogruk held his bottle of mead he had won from Ragnar up. “I already got some.” Thurog laughed. “It sounds almost empty. Bring it here.”
His father was really the only orc that Mogruk truly respected and admired. He always looked up to him and did everything he could to make him proud. Mogruk walked over to his father and handed him the bottle. Thurog poured him a generous amount and handed it back. “Thank you.” He took a sip. It was very strong and with every drop that went down his throat he could taste sweet honey.
“It's good, no?” his father asked.
Mogruk nodded his head. “This is very fine mead.”
“That's the last of this particular mead from that raid we launched two years ago. You remember? It was nearly winter and I believe the human town was called, “Carthshire.”
Mogruk nodded his head, still sipping from his bottle. He remembered that day. He had killed many humans and they took quite a bounty of spoils. He could not believe the amount of mead they had acquired. A glorious day indeed for their ancestors. Thurog gave a short laugh and placed a mighty hand on Mogruk's shoulder. “It's good to have you back.” Mogruk grinned, revealing rows of jagged, yellow teeth.
“It's good to be back. Will I see you at the festival tonight?”
“Wouldn't be much of one without me, would it?”
Any tips or suggestions on how to make them sound less intelligent but not incredibly stupid?
I am having trouble trying to "dumb down" their dialogue. Here is a conversation between the MC and his father:
“Ah,” he said approvingly. “The hunter returns! I assume it went well enough?” Thurog was the spitting image of a true orc; tall, muscular and intimidating enough that a human would soil himself with but a glance at him. He had a short, black beard on his chin and two gigantic underfangs that protruded from his mouth and almost reached his nose. His bald head had a long scar that stretched from the top of his head straight down to his missing right eye. There was no question as to why he was their clan's Urogar.
“Yes. I honored our fathers with many kills.”
Thurog smiled. “Would you like a drink?”
Mogruk held his bottle of mead he had won from Ragnar up. “I already got some.” Thurog laughed. “It sounds almost empty. Bring it here.”
His father was really the only orc that Mogruk truly respected and admired. He always looked up to him and did everything he could to make him proud. Mogruk walked over to his father and handed him the bottle. Thurog poured him a generous amount and handed it back. “Thank you.” He took a sip. It was very strong and with every drop that went down his throat he could taste sweet honey.
“It's good, no?” his father asked.
Mogruk nodded his head. “This is very fine mead.”
“That's the last of this particular mead from that raid we launched two years ago. You remember? It was nearly winter and I believe the human town was called, “Carthshire.”
Mogruk nodded his head, still sipping from his bottle. He remembered that day. He had killed many humans and they took quite a bounty of spoils. He could not believe the amount of mead they had acquired. A glorious day indeed for their ancestors. Thurog gave a short laugh and placed a mighty hand on Mogruk's shoulder. “It's good to have you back.” Mogruk grinned, revealing rows of jagged, yellow teeth.
“It's good to be back. Will I see you at the festival tonight?”
“Wouldn't be much of one without me, would it?”
Any tips or suggestions on how to make them sound less intelligent but not incredibly stupid?