((Hey Grin. Alot of you don't know me, and those who have seen me know I'm quiet. That's one part me, other part my character. Thought this would give some background on who my character is.))
I do not speak well. I never did speak well. This makes me not speak much. I do not like to speak much because I know people will hear me speak bad. I only really speak one and two part words because I do not speak well. One orc say I speak in one or two part words, called them "silly bowls". Don't know what bowls he talked about. Do not think I am stupid. I can hear and I know what people say. One elf heard me when I spoke and began to talk fast. He thought I did not know what he said. He gone now. I heard him and I know what he said.
I will tell my story now. I do not know much about my young life. Small moments and pictures are all I know. I lived on a small land with water around it. An island, I think it's called. Long ago I left the island, though I did not want to. Pale people had taken me on a boat. I did not know what they were then, but I now know they were humans. They took me and put me on a boat. Wait, not on. In a boat. I was in a cage. They hit me many times. And laughed. I was scared of them. And I hated them.
For a long time, I was on the boat. It made many stops, though I do not know where. One day, I was taken from my cage to a building. It was not very different, just made of stone with a bigger cage. There were more pale people and they did not like me. I was bigger, but they still hurt me much. I would get bowls of dark mush and cloudy water. I hated those pale ones, too.
A long time later, a human was put into the cage with me. He spoke Orcish, I think. He was strange and would do odd things. He would sell me pieces of wood and feathers and rocks and even his own food. I would pay with dead rats. I do not know much about him, but the pale ones called him Bernal. He said he was Ukk. I learned he had a shop in Horde home. He would tell things to pale king and would work at shop. Told king Horde secrets. Pale ones who hurt me also called him cracked and mad. I learned much from Ukk. He taught me the way of Horde speak, or some of it. He also taught me how to hide from rats and kill them with the rocks and sticks he sold me. He was a good human. But he was killed for knowing secrets. Killed by the pale ones who watched me.
They all died. I ran out and killed them all. Killed the ones who watched me, killed the ones in the street. Ran to a boat and hid in it. Pale ones are not unlike rats. I hate them all.
The boat went near the Horde land. I killed many pale ones. On the boat and on the land when I got there. Saw other pale ones not to kill. Blood elves. Elves not nice, but good for other things. My hate did not grow smaller when I killed human pale ones. It only grew. I did not know where my home was. It had been too long for me to find it. The pale ones took it from me. I hate them all.
I bought a metal stick, a knife, to help me kill pale ones. Orc who sold it to me was angry when I tried to give him rats. I learned that gold was what things were bought with. Fine. Gold is easy to get. Rats run and hide. A pale one tried to take my knife once, and my gold. He died a bloody death.
I found a group of pale ones later. In tents and with swords. I killed them in the night. They ran and screamed and I killed them all with hate and anger. Then I saw a pale one run at me. He hit me with a sword and I bled. When I looked at his face I knew who he was. He watched me in my cell. He was one of the pale ones who killed Ukk. I hate him. I hate him very much. I cut his hand off with my knife. He ran. I did not care about the blood from my arm. It would stop soon. I chased the pale man until light. I caught him. He died in two stabs. Not enough. Stab him again. Again. Again. He was a bloody pile. I would have kept stabbing him, but I heard a laugh.
An troll. Tall. Big. The troll laughed at me and at the pile of blood and meat in front of me. "Very nice," the troll said, "A very nice kill." The troll laughed at me again. I do not like it when people laugh at me. I attacked the troll, quick and strong. I failed. The troll stepped away and hit me in the face. Hard. The troll then tripped me and laughed more. I was too dizzy to get up, but I heard what the troll said. "You ain’t much now, but time and training can fix that. I think you’d do nicely with us." I spoke then. "Who is us? And you?" The troll made a small chuckle. "I am Kikiri, Kikiri Featherfeet . ‘Us’ is the Grin."
Yes. The Grin. Us is the Grin. Fear the Grin.
((Hope you like.))