Through chaos I was born into this world.
At gnomes and at halflings my daggers I
hurled.
Growing in strength and making a name.
Hunting for power careless of fame.
My clan went to war, the land drenched in
blood.
Not yet fully trained, I was a poor little
sod.
Young foolish and eager to commence the attack.
I backstabbed a wolf, the leader of the
pack.
With double the strength and mental to cast.
My life and my gear he took very fast.
Returned just to find my clan was dispersed.
Seemed even our hall was evily cursed.
Where might they have gone, who sent them
away?
Oh, ever wise Oracle please can you say?
The Oracle pondered and answered with a nod.
- Though mortals they were they challenged
a god!
We sneak in the shadows we hit and we hide.
The few who are left with chaos on our side.
For hunting for chaos is a walk on thin ice.
Though evil we seem we try to be nice.
Boorge - clan [SNG]