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 The sun rises above a solitary
figure trudging along in the predawnmists. He carries a weapon and
walks slightly hunched over. He slowly makes his way towards the
approaching village trying to remain as scrunched up as possible
knowing that the barbaric humans will attack him if they see just how
much different he is from them. His people had no names for themselves
but the humans called them Half-Giants and in someway that could be
true. His people have myths about long ago they were the same race as
Giants but one day they did something to anger the Gods of the Giants
and they were cursed to be forever different from the people that they
were. The curse made them smaller than normal Giants but larger than
others. His people retained the great strength of the giants that they
were though. For a long time the people cried out about the injustices
of it all but eventually got used to the change and still having the
blood Giants flowing through them, they chose to make the best of what
they were given. Many started studying magic and the arcane even though
as Giants they never really had much magical ability a side effect of
the curse allowed them greater depth into that world. Many became
warriors and Knights some went the way of the Ranger finding happiness
from the curse in the forests and woodlands surrounding their homes.
Those who remained most true to their Giant heritage and power despite
the curse became Berserkers fierce and proud warriors of great renown.
Each found his own peace with what they had become his people lost alot
with the curse but with it they gained even more they were now free of
the Giants all consuming hatred for all other species they began
trading with other races and learning from them as well as teaching
them and through time and hard work came to what they are now a people
cursed and rejected by their own but welcomed and admired by others. He
thinks on this as he enters the village to seek employment as a caravan
guard to head back to the city he loves. He thinks on his last thought
about being welcomed and admired and chuckles to himself. Well in most
places we are welcome as he looks around at the suspicious faces of the
humans around him and he cannot wait to return to Moorgate his home and
a city where who you are is more important than what you are. |
Last modified Friday July 01 2011
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