Rogdul Stonewatcher
The day is Aphil 23rd, 7804 3E. My name is Rogdul Stonewatcher, and I come from the Cutting Leaf tribe. I apologize for any mistakes in my spelling, as my people are not fond of writing, but I for one, am willing to try the form. I do this daring escapade in order to catalog my more-than-interesting time at the island of Beekon, and my experience with the Far-Seers there. It is well known that my people and the Far-Seers have long been at odds with one another over the fate of of the Drawing Straights. You see my kin wish to block the river in order to starve and weaken the Rhuuxls to the south, making them ripe for pillaging and kidnap, as well as the large amount of ore veins beneath the clouding water of the straights, while the Far-Seers see themselves as a sort of guardian for the Rhuuxls and fight us tooth and nail to keep our interests away from the straights. I, for one, have seen a Rhuuxl fight and can attest they need no guardian. However this paper is not written in order to take a side on the long conflict, but rather to show my kinsmen who our enemy really is, and perhaps ask ourselves if the tips of our swords are pointed at the right people.
It began, like much of my life, with a stone. I come from a long line of stonewatchers, believe me by my name. A foreigner from distant lands may ask themselves- what is a Stonewatcher? My answer to them is simple, an Ork who watches stones. In a culture so violent and warlike, it is quite nice to appreiciate the beauty of that around you. Some of my species do that by taking long pilgrimages, or taking voyages on their longboats, but not me. I watch stones. And it is because of my fascination with stones that I was able to visit the Far-Seers. I was about myself, roaming the countryside of Ushug, my village. I was just past a particullarly large hill that I noticed at the base of the hill, a Rhuuxl. She was lying down, face to the sky, her belly rising and falling with much aggression. Beside her was a dead Ork bearing the ensignia of my tribe. But most interesting was what she held in her clutched hands- a glowing stone that hummed a loud sound and with a symbol escribed onto it that shined a bright blue light.
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