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By Daemon Micks
Grog is an ork, born in the Orgret jungle but suddenly ripped away from it as a child and sold as a slave. Now reaching adulthood and being content as a under payed dock worker, a mysterious man rides into the port city and seeing Grog, hires him.
By Jimmy Kane
For St. Patrick's Day and all who Believe in the Little People
Poetry | Updated Jun 11, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Yarr! It be Talk like a Pirate Day, and so, this be an ode to the day! So, yew bilge rats, smartly grab yer grog and wenches!