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The new generation of Ogres
exhibited little to no capacity to learn all but the most menial of tasks. The
youngsters proved to be incapable of understanding the written languages and
they struggled with speed, often communicating in grunts and barely
comprehendible babble. We were hard on the first few children of this new
generation. We did not yet fully understand what was happening and place them in
dangerous situations or left them standed in the marsh to fend for their own
survival.
As time passed our colony dubbed Oggok, a word that the youngers could remember
and enunciate, grew in numbers. It became apparent to us adults that a great
curse had been laid upon our offspring. Every child being born exhibited the
same physical and mental characteristics of those first few of the new
generation.
Gone were the days of the Rallosian Empire. No longer would there be heroic
olive skinned warriors, their dreadlocks adorned with bones of their enemies,
brilliant minded tacticians and strategist to ensure our victories, or magi to
wield fierce magic and open portals to even the realms of the Gods themselves.
I am old now an elder of my people because I am among the last of the pre-curse
generations. I leave these words that I now ink in the case of the most astute
of the new generation Ogres, I pray that they will endure after I have gone to
join Rallos in the afterlife, perhaps the Warlord will shed some hope on my
despair and provide some answers as to why his glorious Empire has fallen.
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Elder Gromok Hergom,
former soldier of the Rallosian
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