There used to be thousands of us...
The desert mountains used to belong to us alone. But so much has changed since The Burning. When the dark legions first rose to power, it was the Kharzai that led the charge at Mount Myrmos. It was there that our brothers and sisters rode, fought and passed on to the silver plains to be with Henghist.
My child, you need not feel lesser than your elven cousins. Hard work has thickened your muscles. Years in the sun has darkened your flesh. Be proud of your heritage. Our elven names were forgotten long ago as were our weak elven ways...
You are strong. You are feared. You are Kharzai.
The desert mountains used to belong to us alone. But so much has changed since The Burning. When the dark legions first rose to power, it was the Kharzai that led the charge at Mount Myrmos. It was there that our brothers and sisters rode, fought and passed on to the silver plains to be with Henghist.
My child, you need not feel lesser than your elven cousins. Hard work has thickened your muscles. Years in the sun has darkened your flesh. Be proud of your heritage. Our elven names were forgotten long ago as were our weak elven ways...
You are strong. You are feared. You are Kharzai.