*A half-orc, AlThugh-Ar, sits alone in the forest, complaining to himself*
AlThugh-Ar: trouble-maker? How could they say such thing. They dont even know me? The world is just... wrong...
*suddenly, a half-elf rushes through the forest, clearly tired. AlThugh-Ar decides to follow him. The half-elf is suddenly confronted by a Wyvern. He runs, but is then blocked off as a lesser red wyrm moves to cut off his escape. AlThugh-Ar takes his ax and prepares for battle, when suddenly a bloodied golden blade smashes it's way through the wyrm's skull. AlThugh-Ar whatches amazed*
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