Role

Chapter 2

The aged goblin shaman waddled out from her hut, her girth nearly preventing
her from walking. She lowered herself onto a squat stump of a tree to sit.

"Gather rounds, children!" she called to the goblin children that played and
scampered around her. "Is time hears stories of Thorntooth clan."

The children gathered around the fat old shaman, squatting in the filth of the
Grinning Skulls Village, staring up at her with expectant eyes.

"Long agos," began the shaman, "Thorntooth clan big big goblins clan. Powerful
clans in Akan regions." The shaman gestured grandly to the hills and mountains
surrounding the village. "All goblins clans fights and struggles, tries be
most powerfuls! Thorntooth always powerfuls. Always strongs! Other clans looks
up to Thorntooths. Chief Thorntooth rules goblins council! But... then comes
Grinning Skulls orcs. Orcs comes conquers all regions, all goblins clans, all
orcs clans. Is no mores fights and struggles between clans. Is unites!"

The shaman raised her hands in the air, signifying the importance of this
amazing historical event. The children around her picked at their ears and
noses, some starting to lose interest.

"But goblins clans is still importants! You! You is ancestors of Thorntooth
clans, all Thorntooth bloods! Is you is brings glories Thorntooth name. Always
tracks bloodlines, has prides in clan name. And honor royalty of clans, passed
down from great chief of olds. Like Thorntooth Princess... Pititti!" The
shaman looked around, but the princess was nowhere to be found. "Pititti?"