Ootah's poem

[Ootah]

The Halfling

Ala’magosh honored reader, I bless what is you and yours,
this tale goes about a Halfling, a heroine, this tale be a true Lokvad’nod.
Born by a human, repelled by a human, hear how she roars,
her skin so green, but her appearance so odd.

"Gol’kosh!" roared her father while he struck down her sibling,
sending her spirit back into Oshu’gun, Nagrand.
He left her alone, her heart aching,
so she killed her own father, with his axe in her hand.

As she spend her years in the Orgrimmar dungeon, that Grombolar,
she got scoffed by the inmates, calling her Dae’mon.
She one day was released, still wearing her crown of briar,
wandering aimlessly, until she met that one faction.

They hunt together as the great Lo’Gosh,
scream “Kagh!” and run together as the Mag’har.
She did not know this lifestyle as hers was quite posh,
she decided to introduce herself, it sounded bizarre.

Now she runs with them, as one of the pack,
"Bin mog g'thazag cha!" she yells as she raises her shield.
Her new life has begun, for her no playback,
with pride the banner of Orcs of the Red Blade she yield.

[Thrash'Nak]

(( Be warned! Epic alert! Nice job, Ootah! Really damn! o0 ))
Wise words, from a wise friend, strength and honour sister.

[Ootah]

Thank you for your kind words, sister. They mean a lot to me.

[Morgeth]

((Lovely! I really enjoyed the read ))