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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Voda Vosa" data-source="post: 6288134" data-attributes="member: 51271">Sheng Shemin"Well...That's a long story my friend, and I guess we do have the time eh?" Sheng replied. He tries to spread his legs to get more confortable, but the crowded cart prevents him from doing so. He wasn't sure how will the rest react to his story, but being godless is almost as bad in the eyes of the ignorant as casting magical spells, and he trusted these good people was neither ignorant nor quick to anger. He cleared his throat."I lived in a tribe far north from here. It's a bigger tribe, from what Inguar has told me about yours. We were closer to some small orc settlements, and we had the men to spare so there was always a few trained warriors in our tribe, occasionally we would find a small orc scouting party, and our survival depended on their quick demise, so our warriors always travelled with the hunters and gatherers, and with our own scouts. And young Sheng was always around the warriors ye know? I learned much from them, and also from the herbalist and from everyone that could stand that little annoying me around. The herbalist even taught me how to use a rune of power, can you imagine?.... But with curiosity comes understanding of things, I figured, if anyone can learn this useful and forbidden art, why is it forbidden? When I came to age I was puzzled by the All-father thing, I suspected that all the tabu came from this cult. So I harassed our Gothi for explanations, and many he gave me, thinking he'd convince me. But nay, it ain't convincing ol' Sheng of things that have no sense. I don't believe in this entity the gothis proclaim to have created all. There's so much logical holes in their stories,  its just impossible for me to believe in that. Perhaps my mistake was to tell him that..." Sheng reads the faces of the rest, seeing how his godless nature would sink in in them. Perhaps he wasn't the wisest of men, making the same mistake twice, but his boldness, or stupidity, might be rewarded this time. Perhaps. If no one seems to be ready to skewer him and burn him in a pyre, he continues."He planted this little baby in my tent." he says, patting the sword. "An old metal sword, from old times. I learnt from one of the elders that such treasures can some times be found among ancient ruins. You can see its no orc sword, but most of the people of my tribe didn't see that. The Gothi framed me and got me expelled from the tribe, claiming I had dealings with the orcs. There were a few friends there that stood in my defence, but there was little they could against the rest. So as to not endanger their own lives, I decided to walk away. I had learnt many things and thought that I could stand a chance in the wilderness by myself. In the end, this sword that damned me also saved my life in more than one occasion, where a stone sword would have broken, this little fella stud firm and allowed me to walk away in one piece. I've been alone for a year now, moving from here to there, before finding the cave. I was looking for some game when this white owl startled me, and by chance I found some footprints that lead me to the orcs that where ambushing ye. I advanced slowly, and smacked one right off the cliff with my shield! Hah! You should have seen the face of his friend! His only reaction was a clumsy club attack, which of course I dodged. Next thing he knew was that his head was falling down the slope while his body was still standing there." he brags, chuckling.</blockquote>

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