LortiaMJB

you know what? when I look into the mirror I see a 20 year old man with eyes peering into himself a man who has been said to look like Van Gogh but I am no painter an artist, though, I am I've inspired, drawn and been a subject of many, many conversations I'm a hard worker stuck in a life of doing nothing no rhythm, no reason stuck in nothingness where I have to occupy myself with a sketchbook and B2 pencil fillings just to get through another day doing nothing long hairs simply tangled showing I do not have to care for pitiful lives I have heard so much about in stories of others and from myself as mental rants guide and fear me when I talk

An old half-orc walked into an inn, his head hurt, his memory vague. He was clearly ragged, he took a stool and looked around as he stumped his old, but clearly high-class Greataxe onto the ground, leaning on the blade with both his arms. "Gather, for I have stories to tell," his voice deep, strong and though clearly of an older man, still full of will to fight. As the people surrounded him he was given a pint of beer. Giving a short nod and taking a long drink, he started to talk. "Seeing how people look at me, I assume orcs are hated here.. Well don't fear me, but hear me instead. I am Kra'Kur, I may not have lost my will to fight, but I'