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'''Title: Justice for Orcs''' '''Author: William Smit IV''' ------------------------------------ I was once considered "civilized" by my human peers. But what exactly does it mean to be civilized? Are the Orc, whom live for themselves, more civilized than the humans, whom bow before written words and laws? I was once the Sage of Justice. I was once blind, too. For years, I was tucked away in a tiny hamlet called Yew. In that small village, I felt that I made a difference in the world at large. In truth, I knew little of what lied beyond Yew's boundaries. I daresay there were Virtuous human beings that walked Sosaria long ago, but none now live that remember... I have oft sat up, late at night, and wondered of humanity's fate. It makes me shudder when I do. I can smell it in the air. I can taste it in the back of my throat. I feel suppression squeezing me and provoking me. I have long prayed for the Great Awakening, but nary a human has awakened. I now know that they will never, ever stop holding hatred, or speaking lies, or being cowards before the Orcish Nation. And so, it has come to pass that humanity has spoken as if Virtue is an institution or an invention. But, in reality, Virtues are more like faith. Virtues existed eons before the dawn of man in Sosaria. The Virtues system is not a mere collection of human words, human phrases, and human descriptions. The Virtues are, in actuality, the inborn qualities of every great and small being that has dwelt upon Britannia. Humanity has given Britannia a racist mentality, though. There are those who would have you believe that if it is not human, then it is not righteous. Roots of hatred are buried too deeply to be simply torn out, and so it is the same with humanity. One, single transgression betwixt orc and man in the distant past has led to a chain reaction of wars and extreme hatred. Not once have I ever witnessed humanity making an attempt to amend the relationship with the Orcish Nation. I foresee the inevitable, total destruction of either the orcs or the humans. And so, who will win the Last Battle of Orc and Man? I do not foretell events, but the fate of man is clear and bright before me. Man has no Honesty. They swear away their fealty but quickly change their loyalties during times of peril. Man has no Honor. They will readily recruit the air of mercenaries and give them entrance into "lawful" territories. Man has no Spirituality. They will fall to their quaking knees before the preaching of surreal ideas or the coronation of mortal kings. Man has no Valor. They sit upon their steeds and trample orcs into the ground, and they will talk heady words from behind heavy platemail. Man has no Compassion. They refuse to understand the roots of hatred betwixt orc and man, and they will quickly become ignorant of the past when it is plainly presented before them. Man has no Sacrifice. They will run from the field of battle upon sight of a losing army. Man has no Humility. They will place countless, prideful houses and bulwarks upon the lands of Briannia but leave less than a clearing of grass for the whole of the Orcish Nation. But worst of all, man has no sense of Justice. They will readily refuse to recognize the existence of the Orcish Nation, and will attack our lands and study ancient heirlooms without respect to claims or heritage. Humanity has been foolish for far too many years, and there is no longer a way to amend the indifferences of orcs and of men. The wars will continue, and man will fall into ultimate destruction. Yew ignored the orcs, and for that they lost Yew. In place of a Mayor of Yew, humanity's folly has set up a dire Chieftain of Yew. Yew will continue to underestimate the existence of the Orcish Nation, and Empath Abbey will soon be attacked again for the first time since the coming of Keeonean the Great. War-borne vessels will soon land upon Verity Isle and burn Moonglow to the ground. The Regency will slowly crumble as literal swamrs of orcs trample their Regent, Dayel Stormcrow, into the ground. And last of all, I will have ultimate revenge against Auren Therion, who utterly ruined me. Soon the people of Britannia will crawl before an empty throne and cry out for the Stranger, but he will never come. People of Britannia, now is the time for thee to quiver upon these words: the beasts are at the gates, and they come for thee. I am the Chieftain of Yew, William Smit the Fourth. Remember my name, for it will be printed upon the gruesome standards of the burning humie cities for all time. Praise be to the Blud'God. May he loom over thy path always. [[Category:History]]

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