6 feet of anger in a 3 foot body.
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Chr Name : Rake
AcName : SciolistThe hin threw back his hood, leapt nimbly onto the bar and coughed loudly. An unappetising sight wearing rags, with coarser, darker hair than most and a wild, desperate look in his eyes.
Ahem!
Once a stalwart ranger of Arvoreen, helping to defend the small hin settlement of Orchid's Ford, who could have predicted what a sorry tale it would become… Come closer, gather near as I relate a tale of Woe, Sorrow, Heartache and Loss.
Hearken to this, my tale as I recount the horrors I've seen, the reasons I must walk this land alone!
The other patrons looked up in confusion, most of them human, mumbling and wondering when the bouncers would move the grubby miscreant onwards
I weren't always as charming an' free as you see me now. Once I was a ranger in service to the King of the Greenmeadow Hin! Noble we was and happy. And we liked staying that way. All quiet, like. Until one day a band of robbers, evil men and brigands. Horrible bandits, all lanky humans like you pack'f wankers came by to give us trouble.
The clientele looked at each other, the drunker and larger ones shifting their chairs slightly as they watched the ranting hin on the countertop
Did we buckle? No! Never in the faces of such repulsive leeches and disgustin' scum. We stood firm cos standin' tall ain't such a likely thing for us folks. Instead we fought 'em off, pack of overstretched cowards that they were. Wiv knives and rocks and other stuff. Bottles, yeah… Bottles too, like this one!
The orator flicked a clay flagon from the countertop deftly into his hands and held it aloft, looking over the taproom. Watching the reddened, confused faces. He saw the bouncers edging around from the door, readying stout clubs.
Which'f you ugly farks wants a drink then?
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Some time later, a badly beaten hin drags himself away from the town cursing tallfolk volubly in his native tongue
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