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The weary traveler walked down the path. It was a beautiful day of autumn, sunny but with a sun that didn't get you warmer...
but his old feet wasnt as before, so he wondered if he could ask for some water in the next farm, as well as a chance to rest for a moment...

it was then, when he noticed three little creatures standing in the road in front of him.

"Good day" he said with a smile.

"HO-MAN!!" said one standing in front of the others, in a leading role. "I'm an Ozcura warrior!! Hand us now your goodies!"

If they where ozcuras, surely he get himself lost in his way to Reivelin.

"I'm afraid I don't have much of interest for some great warriors like yourselves..." he said, before producing from his bag three polished metal crosses. "Hopefully this could work?"

"SHINEY! GIVE USSSS!" the Ozcurillas grey orc children said, grabing the crosses. The traveler smiled to himself. As he was told, seemed to be the case: grey orcs liked shiny things.

"Now, we want provisions!" demanded the 'raiders' to the traveler, who with a smile, handed them some communion wafer the ozcurillas ate eagerly. He provided them more, until they where satisfied. They where hungry, he noted.

"Hope you enjoyed it" the traveler said to the children, before looking to the near buildings. While in the distance it seemed like a normal farm, upon closer inspection, they where rather runned down, without roof some, others with the tatch damaged and without fire, so there was no one cooking. It seemed rather... abandoned.

"Where are your parents?" he then asked.

"Our mommies are fighting ho-mans" said the 'leader' of the Ozcurillas. "Our Papa went out to get some more mommies."

He wondered, if the "mommies" of the ozcurillas where still alive, if they had been in the campaigns against the human-elven settlers of Polforia... and it seems, in a typical attitude of an Ozcuro, rather than taking care of his children, will prefeer to seek for some more wives rather than to do some actual work.

"So you are all on your own?"

"We are ozcura warriors!" said the 'leader'. The traveler then noticed, that many more ozcurillas -children of ozcuras grey orcs-, where looking from far away, from the ruined farms. All of them with hungry looks in their face, he guessed. Rather than a single farm, it seems it was quite a settlement.

A settlement without parents to take care of their hungry children, with winter coming and with a roof falling over their heads. He doubted, the children would make it alive.

The traveler sighed then. Reivelin would need to wait. From what he was teached, these creatures as the ozcuras where monsters, hellspawn, and he saw much of that as the Dark Legions sacked and destroyed the Five Kingdoms... But the children weren't to be blamed by the deeds of their parents, he guessed.

"Let's go fix a tatch, no?" the traveler decided. He hoped, when either or if the Ozcuro returned -or the ozcuras, if they survived the war-, will be thankful enough for finding their children alive for the winter to not kill the "Ho-Man" first, and ask later...

And as they walked to the ruined buildings, the traveler wondered if he was going to try to convert the non-humans to his church, how would the official church react to such attempt... would be celebrated or an heressy, he wondered?

Based on a comment of kanyiko , who complained how humans always seemed to be on "realigious zeal overdrive kill mode" regarding Ozcuras: however as stated sometime before -long, long ago-, while this was one vision by some of the members of the Karentian Church, there would be some heretic movements that tried to save non-humans... even if this "save" was "save their souls". But sometimes as in this case, it was as well to save in a more physical sense... at least until / if the parents come!

And in case before anybody make any sort of comment in that direction: no. This monk is NOT one of these monks. He wonders and cares about souls, and not something else . Wanted to show a good man, not something perverse or with a second, terrible meaning.

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The weary traveler walked down the path. It was a beautiful day of autumn, sunny but with a sun that didn't get you warmer...
but his old feet wasnt as before, so he wondered if he could ask for some water in the next farm, as well as a chance to rest for a moment...

it was then, when he noticed three little creatures standing in the road in front of him.

"Good day" he said with a smile.

"HO-MAN!!" said one standing in front of the others, in a leading role. "I'm an Ozcura warrior!! Hand us now your goodies!"

If they where ozcuras, surely he get himself lost in his way to Reivelin.

"I'm afraid I don't have much of interest for some great warriors like yourselves..." he said, before producing from his bag three polished metal crosses. "Hopefully this could work?"

"SHINEY! GIVE USSSS!" the Ozcurillas grey orc children said, grabing the crosses. The traveler smiled to himself. As he was told, seemed to be the case: grey orcs liked shiny things.

"Now, we want provisions!" demanded the 'raiders' to the traveler, who with a smile, handed them some communion wafer the ozcurillas ate eagerly. He provided them more, until they where satisfied. They where hungry, he noted.

"Hope you enjoyed it" the traveler said to the children, before looking to the near buildings. While in the distance it seemed like a normal farm, upon closer inspection, they where rather runned down, without roof some, others with the tatch damaged and without fire, so there was no one cooking. It seemed rather... abandoned.

"Where are your parents?" he then asked.

"Our mommies are fighting ho-mans" said the 'leader' of the Ozcurillas. "Our Papa went out to get some more mommies."

He wondered, if the "mommies" of the ozcurillas where still alive, if they had been in the campaigns against the human-elven settlers of Polforia... and it seems, in a typical attitude of an Ozcuro, rather than taking care of his children, will prefeer to seek for some more wives rather than to do some actual work.

"So you are all on your own?"

"We are ozcura warriors!" said the 'leader'. The traveler then noticed, that many more ozcurillas -children of ozcuras grey orcs-, where looking from far away, from the ruined farms. All of them with hungry looks in their face, he guessed. Rather than a single farm, it seems it was quite a settlement.

A settlement without parents to take care of their hungry children, with winter coming and with a roof falling over their heads. He doubted, the children would make it alive.

The traveler sighed then. Reivelin would need to wait. From what he was teached, these creatures as the ozcuras where monsters, hellspawn, and he saw much of that as the Dark Legions sacked and destroyed the Five Kingdoms... But the children weren't to be blamed by the deeds of their parents, he guessed.

"Let's go fix a tatch, no?" the traveler decided. He hoped, when either or if the Ozcuro returned -or the ozcuras, if they survived the war-, will be thankful enough for finding their children alive for the winter to not kill the "Ho-Man" first, and ask later...

And as they walked to the ruined buildings, the traveler wondered if he was going to try to convert the non-humans to his church, how would the official church react to such attempt... would be celebrated or an heressy, he wondered?

Based on a comment of kanyiko , who complained how humans always seemed to be on "realigious zeal overdrive kill mode" regarding Ozcuras: however as stated sometime before -long, long ago-, while this was one vision by some of the members of the Karentian Church, there would be some heretic movements that tried to save non-humans... even if this "save" was "save their souls". But sometimes as in this case, it was as well to save in a more physical sense... at least until / if the parents come!

And in case before anybody make any sort of comment in that direction: no. This monk is NOT one of these monks. He wonders and cares about souls, and not something else . Wanted to show a good man, not something perverse or with a second, terrible meaning.

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