Post by rocshaajenkins on Apr 26, 2016 15:32:50 GMT -7
Hello, friends.
This is the journal of the First Speaker, the first of our kind to leave our frozen tundra of the Far North.
I will spend many years traveling this land.
Rumors of civilized men to the South have brought me in this direction, seeking the aid of powerful healers to bring back the creatures we feed upon to survive. I do not understand what has driven away our source of food, but the land we live in is sacred. I will return with aid and knowledge.
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It has been much time since I was last home. 2 years have gone by. Many sunrises and sunsets. I think back to home constantly.
I believe I am nearing Rook now, though humans that I meet along the way run from me. They have such a strange range of sizes and shapes here. I have seen group of short, stout humans who all possess extravagant beards. Thin, tall, dark humans who wave hands at each other. Children of normal human look and children who have many skin colors. These people all cower and hide before me. I do not understand why. Perhaps it may be my size, but how can they not have seen a man of my stature before?
They are abnormal to me. They are small, their children barely fit to feed a children of our own. Not that I am saying we should eat them. They are still people, just as we are. Just... small people.
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A group of soldiers came across me and attempted to attack me. They never came within their own reach of me, and I convinced them I meant no harm. When asked if I would comply with them, I told them I had no reason to listen to them but I would anyway. They assured me they would not harm me if I were peaceful.
Now I am a registered citizen of this city. Rook. I question my decision to comply, but I have no legitimate reason to deny this.
This is the journal of the First Speaker, the first of our kind to leave our frozen tundra of the Far North.
I will spend many years traveling this land.
Rumors of civilized men to the South have brought me in this direction, seeking the aid of powerful healers to bring back the creatures we feed upon to survive. I do not understand what has driven away our source of food, but the land we live in is sacred. I will return with aid and knowledge.
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It has been much time since I was last home. 2 years have gone by. Many sunrises and sunsets. I think back to home constantly.
I believe I am nearing Rook now, though humans that I meet along the way run from me. They have such a strange range of sizes and shapes here. I have seen group of short, stout humans who all possess extravagant beards. Thin, tall, dark humans who wave hands at each other. Children of normal human look and children who have many skin colors. These people all cower and hide before me. I do not understand why. Perhaps it may be my size, but how can they not have seen a man of my stature before?
They are abnormal to me. They are small, their children barely fit to feed a children of our own. Not that I am saying we should eat them. They are still people, just as we are. Just... small people.
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A group of soldiers came across me and attempted to attack me. They never came within their own reach of me, and I convinced them I meant no harm. When asked if I would comply with them, I told them I had no reason to listen to them but I would anyway. They assured me they would not harm me if I were peaceful.
Now I am a registered citizen of this city. Rook. I question my decision to comply, but I have no legitimate reason to deny this.