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above a solitary figure trudging along in the pre-dawn mists. 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 suspicous 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 Wednesday June 28 2006
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