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Orcs
Cast out by every race, everyone looked at me like I am a monster, honestly not even sure what I am. But somewhere down my lineage the greenish-grey skin has been passed onto me. Not totally, still have flavorings of the elf race, pointy ears and grayish skin could even be more elfy. Not even a true name do I have, I do hear most time when it seems I walk away from people that I am arguing with myself, I hear the folks in the background being rude and calling me names, Cry Baby is the most common thing I hear, so that has been the only name I know. Old saying about sticks and stones, but my new view of sticks and stones is that fact they make great weapons as I walk away. Keeping to the shadows now, I dwell between the walls of a prison where there is also a doorway to a lost land and a Lighthouse. It was there where I finally ran into a being that actually gave me his hand in friendship and it’s here our journeys. New adventures are around the corner.
Nevering really maturing yet into my adulthood, there was no adult in my life to mold me into the person I would become. So when in danger, my first move was to charge into the head of the storm. While in the background the Wizard would be mumbling “….dont just run in there ….” . Hearing the disappointment from the Wizard, in my childish behavior, was the driving factor that drove me to defeat the shadow demons I had just charged in on. Once the tunnel was empty I turned to smile at the Wizard. “Have Faith in me, lord” as I gleaned with pride in the defeat. Scowling at me he looked at me scolding me for what I felt was courage, he reminded me what the outcome could have been, “ Next time survey the situation and make sure your group works with you like a glove. All fingers help one another but your finger took off alone like picking your nose. Not all the fingers fit up there and why pick your nose when you can work together and aquire a tissue”
Signed,
Cry Baby
Cast out by every race, everyone looked at me like I am a monster, honestly not even sure what I am. But somewhere down my lineage the greenish-grey skin has been passed onto me. Not totally, still have flavorings of the elf race, pointy ears and grayish skin could even be more elfy. Not even a true name do I have, I do hear most time when it seems I walk away from people that I am arguing with myself, I hear the folks in the background being rude and calling me names, Cry Baby is the most common thing I hear, so that has been the only name I know. Old saying about sticks and stones, but my new view of sticks and stones is that fact they make great weapons as I walk away. Keeping to the shadows now, I dwell between the walls of a prison where there is also a doorway to a lost land and a Lighthouse. It was there where I finally ran into a being that actually gave me his hand in friendship and it’s here our journeys. New adventures are around the corner.
Nevering really maturing yet into my adulthood, there was no adult in my life to mold me into the person I would become. So when in danger, my first move was to charge into the head of the storm. While in the background the Wizard would be mumbling “….dont just run in there ….” . Hearing the disappointment from the Wizard, in my childish behavior, was the driving factor that drove me to defeat the shadow demons I had just charged in on. Once the tunnel was empty I turned to smile at the Wizard. “Have Faith in me, lord” as I gleaned with pride in the defeat. Scowling at me he looked at me scolding me for what I felt was courage, he reminded me what the outcome could have been, “ Next time survey the situation and make sure your group works with you like a glove. All fingers help one another but your finger took off alone like picking your nose. Not all the fingers fit up there and why pick your nose when you can work together and aquire a tissue”
Signed,
Cry Baby