Role

Chapter 1

Olin sat a mug infront of the bard and gazed across the almost empty Inn,
Quiet tonight he muttered. The bard nodded and strummed his lute. The
crackling of fire could be heard well across the muted voices of the Inn.
Frowning slightly the bard looked up at Olin; Perhaps a tale then, to pass
the time. Olin shrugged non-commitantly. A tale not well known but of greed,
power and lots of death, the bard said. Have heard them all before, Olin
sighed, but do go on. With that the bard brought the lute up and starting
strumming a faint haunting tune.
Two elves found a tiny duergar baby in a forest
With two quick glances they the baby from its rest

For these two a baby was much desired
And from them a own could not be sired

This blinded them to a simple truth
It was a baby duergar with a sharp tooth

The village of elves was quite annoyed
but tempered and agreed when they saw how the elves were overjoyed

This though not a tale of love conquers all
Is of evil greed and how elven villages fall

Early on the baby cooed and cute
The greed and darkness within mute

Soon the baby walks and is instead a small child
When takin toys from others its evil is called mild

For the parents eyes still blind
to the greed and evil duergar growing mind

Soon first blood is seen
As the now named Gohred struck a child on the forest green

The only offence, was having a plaything
that Gohred himself wanted and from the other wring.

Excuses from parents was made
even though the village was dismayed

Lords in anger came to see the village
and told; duergar can only pillage

The growing duergar the parents tried to shield
But lasted mere moments when lords their power wield