Foreword: This will be written in common, so as not to confuse you poor saps who do not speak draconic. It has been translated by a man who was more concerned with grammer than the actual syntax and voice of the original writer, so just remember that these experiences and words originally came from a 2 and a half foot kobold, red, with scaley bumps and 2 horns adorned upon his head. He was raised as... actually, i will let him tell you.........
Shugga, little shugga, i am he, that is me. I am called by other things, mostly unsayable in nice people places. I am a bard, it is what i do and i try hard to sing my songs, to sing the rights, and wrongs, of heroes and villians. I was birthed, hatched, created in a place no longer important to the world, passed on, gone, long gone, from when i was a pup-kobold.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
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