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Interview with an OrcInterview with an Orc by IRideAMagicalLadle
I am a scribe.
Some might call me a scholar, but this term is mostly inaccurate as I rarely do anything more then copy down other people's thoughts. But as it happens, on a moment of whimsy a question formed in my mind. One is ever reading of the histories and tales of Kings and Queens, Traitors or Hero's and the like, but no one really seems to know what all the other people were really doing at the time. No one ever seem to read What was the Chef doing on Morndas? Or the tale of the Blacksmith who happened to forge the Hero of Kvatch's sword, or the Saga of the beggar at the third corner, or even the personal story of the Maid (this last example must be somewhat amended, there are in fact several books on
KindnessIt's in everything you do.Kindness by singer22498
The touch of you lips to my forehead,
the way you hold your little sister's hand.
How you have a tea party with her,
even when it's just ice water,
and your friends are upstairs,
When you dance and laugh with your mother,
knowing she won't be there forever.
As you hold me in your arms,
we lie there,
you tell me how special I am,
how wonderful your family is,
How am I supposed to repay you for that?
I tried loving you the way you loved me,
you showed me so much kindness.
I couldn't repay.
You're still dancing with your sister though,
she's wiping your tears away.
I'm here with my brother,
and he won't even sway.
HopeShe sits in the corner,Hope by singer22498
mumbling incoherent speech,
shivering and shaking,
eyes wide open.
There is no life there,
none at all in her now icy blue eyes.
She once had golden ringlets,
falling and cascading down her back.
Now all that's left is coarse straw,
ripping and floating out of her skull,
turning white as they fall to the floor.
Her cheeks once rosy and healthy,
exploding with happiness as she ran through the forest,
they are now shrunken,
as her skin is,
grafted to her bones.
you can see each segment of her spine.
"Hope," They whisper,
"Where have you gone?"
She can't bare to answer.
Her name means nothing now.
Hiya! Thank you for coming this far and braving who knows what to reach this even more scarier place! I hope to blow your thoughts off, please enjoy your stay.
Now for a little bit of info you probably don't need to know about me.....
I like this emote, it will probably be over-used on my page.
I love writing! I also like drawing a fairly good deal.
If I gave you a Llama, it is because mine are keeping me awake at night with their gossip.
Personal Qoute: "That was a deliberate attempt on my sanity!!!"
dialogue. "Why do you fight?"
"Why do you?"
"A fair answer.I fight to protect what I love. I believe that so do you."
"We fought each other ,yet our goal is similar. So I ask, why do we fight?"
"We fought because you were a threat to us, and in return we threatened you. Simple, really.Stupidly so."
"Tell me, was it worth it?"
"How do you mean?"
"Fighting to protect what is dear to you? Don't get me wrong, I mean if there was a different way,less violent, would you still do it? the same things you did?"
"Hmm...In a better world? No I would not. Problem is we don't live in a better world."
"Tell me, did you fight for your god?"
"...In a sense. Yes,I suppose I did in a way. Did you?"
"Indeed. Did your god not preach for peace,kindness and love of the other?"
"Didn't yours preach the same?"