Morwea the Dweller of the Wilds

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Chapter 4

There are furry people, they can be set ablaze. And they smell bad.
There are short people, they can be whacked with a mallet. And they smell bad.
There are wide people good for slave mines, they drown well. And they smell bad.
There are flying people, best striken with lightning. And they smell bad.
There are big people, they must usually be dealth with using magic. Smell is overwhelming though.
There are bastards of various breeds, their head can be cut off. They usually smell since they have no manners.
There are just extremely dirty pig people, their village is just best avoided.
Of course, there are humans. Some of them are not beyond hope if they bathe often.
And that only leaves us, very unfortunately, most of us must die
Because most do not realize they should abide by my wishes and desires.

Oh, and the snot of Darsylon will burn in hell. Or burn in heaven. Or just burn.
I bet they don't even have baths. They're beyond help.

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Chapter 3

Down below, in the city of Teth Azeleth, there is a shrine
That is still devoted to the Spider Goddess.
A Handmaiden could do well to pray there for guidance.
Which is what Morwea has done and will continue to do.
There must still be a part of Lloth present, be it in
The Plane of Shadow, or other unknown place.

And I shall reach her ears so that I may serve her better.

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Chapter 2

The cottage where Morwea trained was a run-down thing on the edge
Of an expansive swamp. Nearby, however, there was a wide variety of terrain,
Including a vast network of dark caves, towards which the old priestess
Would look with a strange face, almost dreamlike.

Morwea went in there multiple times, of course, but couldn't find
Anything of value or of interest.

Much more interesting was the rolling field giving way to a hilly forest.
The game that could be had in there was quite satisfying after
Being forced to eat the inhabitants of the dreaded swamp.

After the witch finally died, Morwea went further past the forest and
Came upon a great river, past which a range of mountains could be seen.
Just to see more of the world, she swam across the river and went in.
Before long, she was able to make camp and hunt mountain deer as if she
Was born there. Her biggest strength was always a seemingly innate
Ability to silently and quietly blend in with the shadows and
Surprise even the most vary of animals.

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Chapter 1

The Handmaiden
Raised and trained by a very old priestess who claimed to have served Lloth
Herself as Yochlol, nothing is known to Morwea about her birth or her parents.
The old witch never had patience for those talks. There's only so much
Beating a skin could bear before one stops asking.
Wench did mention that Morwea was a Highborn, and in times of particular
Disdain and contempt, told her how far she's fallen and how much of a
Rotten egg she is for not carrying herself this way or that,
For not knowing the customs, for not knowing Magic, for not knowing
How to hold a sword, for not knowing how to hold the fork.

That oldie had to die, of course. In pain. Suffering. For quite some time.

After she taught Morwea everything that could be learnt, of course.

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