Vrirk Skus
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@5c2294875c=Anonymous:
One day I was traveling from Peltarch to Norwick for some supplies i needed and I don't know how but I happened along a confrontation between what looked to be an orc and some humans.
Vrirk not monster… no hurt Vrirk... the orc cried out… he looked pretty young for his size, the humans were surrounding him, chanting "monster, monster", one of them drew a dagger... they attacked the poor lad.
I don't know why, but i couldn't stop watching. My legs were frozen, I wanted to help him... they were beating him, he was on the ground now crying for help. The snow was stained crimson that day... One of the attackers began cutting his face... I couldn't handle it anymore and cried out for them to stop.
They turned to me and smiled, a dagger was tossed onto the ground and they casually walked away. I ran to help the poor man... he was baddly beaten..
No touch vrirk! he shouted… I was amazed he could even speak... he stumbled up, blood running from his face. He shouted again and stumbled off... I'm not sure what happened to him after that, poor man.
-Reginald Strepstouf
That journal entry would proove to be the pivital point in Vrirks life… After that attack his face became baddly scarred. He was not allowed to show his face in Peltarch, they called him ugly... monster... orc... In jiyyd the children run from him. Norwick was no different... everyone looked at his face and his size and determined he was a monster...
Vrirk became resentful and envious of the humans and the elves... Envious that they were the ones granted beauty, and resentful of how they treat him. From then on he would no longer show his face to any, a fur lined helm now covering his head...
I just want to live…
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