Oshrjad: (Speaking) If you didn't see my face what would you see? If you didn't hear my voice, what would you hear? The worth of my existence is proven through my choices. For from the heart flows villainy or virtue. (Starts singing)
The night and it's terrors have driven you here. This place where the traveler rests from his fear. I'll tell you the tale of someone condemned. He sits and he sings till he meets with his end
Oshrjad: (Speaking) Come, then, sit, and hear my story. It is the story of Oshrjad Bonebreaker. Ah, I see you know of this orc. But do you know the entire tale?
(Resumes singing)
Can noble heart be found in one whose kind but evil things hath done?
Fairie: Though abandoned at birth, stunted and frail. The forest bemoaned that his spirit prevailed
Man: He trained, and excelled in the eyes of the horde. His conquest was made by the edge of his sword
Dwarves: An animal skull adorned his belt. His shoulders were crowned by a massive pelt
Dwarf: His iron for cleaving was thick and long!
Dwarves: His body of war, leather and strong!
Elf: In the wake of his sword, trembled my lord. And the thousands that died at the hands of the horde!
Fairie: And the spirits on high, sang in the gloom. Only evil so great could bring so much to doom
Oshrjad: Indeed it is true, he was evil and dark. His struggle was that of a man with a mark. Cursed be his birth, praised be his death. Kill every orc that has ever drawn breath
The night and it's terrors have driven you here. This place where the traveler rests from his fear. I'll tell you the tale of someone condemned. He sits and he sings till he meets with his end
Oshrjad: (Speaking) Come, then, sit, and hear my story. It is the story of Oshrjad Bonebreaker. Ah, I see you know of this orc. But do you know the entire tale?
(Resumes singing)
Can noble heart be found in one whose kind but evil things hath done?
Fairie: Though abandoned at birth, stunted and frail. The forest bemoaned that his spirit prevailed
Man: He trained, and excelled in the eyes of the horde. His conquest was made by the edge of his sword
Dwarves: An animal skull adorned his belt. His shoulders were crowned by a massive pelt
Dwarf: His iron for cleaving was thick and long!
Dwarves: His body of war, leather and strong!
Elf: In the wake of his sword, trembled my lord. And the thousands that died at the hands of the horde!
Fairie: And the spirits on high, sang in the gloom. Only evil so great could bring so much to doom
Oshrjad: Indeed it is true, he was evil and dark. His struggle was that of a man with a mark. Cursed be his birth, praised be his death. Kill every orc that has ever drawn breath
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