Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160318050706/@comment-26852465-20160318195656

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"Where are their accounts? Their stories? I've never stumbled across them... nor have my sources. Come, walk with me, if it please you." She limbered her shoulders, and headed right.. she was ready to leave this town. "I won't deny that other species have special qualities to them.. but they simply lack the adaptability and motivation that those of Humanity have. They have centuries to live.. whereas Humans are lucky to see a single century. That mortality lurking in their minds.. I know that is what inspires them to do the impossible.. for what motivation do others have? Even the stories I have read.. depicting the heroics of others, it has always fallen on the Human or Humans amongst them to keep things from going South.." She took a deep breath.. which tale would she account for, today?

"Take for instance, the Legend of Andala Tinskin, the Mage. He was but a human, weak in stature, standing amongst bombastic Dwarves, Orcs, and that one Halfling... but ahem. Despite his lack of strength, he had a mind to compensate. His mastery over Sorceries were something remarkable.. when Andala and company were assailed by a malevolent Red Dragon, he used his signiature spell of Grease.. to cause it to lose its footing and fall, allowing his comrades to penetrate its scales. Had it not been for Andala and his wit.. those that traveled with him would have perished under a devastating fire, no?"