"Blee-Drum, Half-Orc, Half-Dark Elf" by Omri Gottlib

Life was hard as a youngster for Blee-Drum. Not only was he an Orc, but also a ruthless Dark Elf. Many cities would rather die before letting a Dark Elf into their city. He was an abomination, even by Dark Elf standards. A mix such as his was unheard of. Long nights were spent crying on the cold ground, as he fell of into the world of dreams. Even in his dreams he was haunted. As he grew older Orchish warriors followed his mighty Shillr blade. Soon taverns were full of stories of the Dark Elf and his mighty blade. Soon as more gathered under his flag a war raged. It was known as the War of Magic Vs. Science. As a mercinary his band was hired throughout the war. The horrible sights he witnessed changed him forever. Sorcerers had done the worst things. Spells such as fireball melted people and set them aflame. Then they would run around the feild of battle setting others aflame. Before long many of his Orcish mercinary had been obliterated. Even in battle he was attacked by both sides at times. At these times he went into a flurry of swings, brutally hacking away at the humans while being shot with spells that prooved inafective on the crazed Blee-Drum. Soon he was known as a wizard Slayer, destroyer of magic. As the humans hired him, they paid him enough money to hire a battalion of warriors. Soon both sides began to fear him and on that day they made a plan to get rid of him. This was a secret truce between both sides and they were both bent on accomplishing this. During the battle at Misty Hills he felt pride as he rode in with his sword swung over his back. He came riding with nothing but a chain mail and some clothing. Looking around he saw people staring at him with hatred in their eyes. He now stopped smiling and the glow in his bright blue eyes left him. His white hair had gotten so long that it reached past his shoulders. It was a sunny day and he began to sweat, making his dark skin glitter in the sunlight. He got off his horse and walked over to the genrals of the human alliance. A dwarf sat there sharpening his blade and the Whyvern sat there watching as the events unfolded. The commander of the humans came up to him, greeting him and showing him to a seat. The battle was to begin at sun down, four hours from the time it was. The dwarf sugjested that he take a nap until then and he had one of the soldiers escorted him to one of the tents. Soon he fell asleep on one of the beds, allt he whil e being watched. As instructed he had one of his elite men go and kill him. As the man picked up his blade to cut down the greatest fighter ever seen at the time; Blee-Drum opened up his eys and with the speed that occompanied a Dark Elf , hit the man, sending him and the Whole tent into the air. He slowly got up and saw that it was one of the soldiers that served the Human alliance. Then as he was supposed to, another soldier ran screaming, “The Dark Elf killed Jason! The Dark Elf killed Jason!” Wide eyed, Blee-Drum stared at the limp body of the man he thought he had only knocked uncontious. Then more and more soldiers appeared and then the commander of the Human alliance walked up.

Then standing in the mountains all by himself he screaming, “Through hell and darkness, through battle worn, I am Blee-Drum, now hear me ROAR!”