Missing V1.2

We lived our lives in relative peace. We worked hard, and lived hard. We had to dodge the the orc slavers almost constantly, but we were good at hiding in plain sight. It was said that I could hid under the shadow of an orc's ass and not been seen. I haven't tried it yet, but pretty damn close at times. The orcs would get some of our livestock or destroy some of our grain caches from time to time, but nothing more than a nuisance really. We would often watch the clumsy creatures from afar and wait for a chance to get even. Once a group of my friends and I purposely let some of our provisions be found easily. What the dumb orcs didn't know is we filled it full of poison. Not your typical killing kind but the kind that makes you wish you were dead. Puking and shitting all over the place. It's the funniest thing you ever seen, a group of orcs trying to march while they are throwing up all over each other. The orcs were so dumb they kept eating the poisoned food. We watched them for about three days, until a Danisil hunting party spotted them. The wretched orcs were so sick they got too close to the jungle and the Danisil took care of them. Not one orc was left. The jungle elves dissappeared and left no trace of their passing.

When I got back home I told my mother what we had been doing. At first she scolded me for risking my life like that, and telling me how irresponsible I was for not tanning the hides that my Uncle Swcag told me to do. But when I told her about the jungle elves a far away look came over her. She told me to go find Swcag and apologize for ruining several hides.

My uncle was less than impressed with me. He said that I was the worse apprentice he ever had and that I would be lucky if I didn't starve to death if I couldn't learn a trade soon. He gave me a long list of chores and told me I couldn't go back to my mother's hearth until I was done.

It took me three days to do everything. I felt like my hands were going to fall off and I smelled like orc breath. But I got it all done and my uncle didn't yell at me he just grunted. That day I stole my first item. It was small but it started something for me. I stole the buttons off my uncle's favorite pants that he hardly wore. One day when he goes to put them on, he will scream louder than the thunder. But for now I just want to see my mother.

I go to our hearth and she is gone. I can't find her anywhere, some of her stuff is missing and there is no sign of her anywhere. I asked around and some said she packed a bag and went toward the jungle, probably to look for herbs. That was the last any of us seen my sweet mother.

I stayed in the hearth for a few arcs until it became apparent that she wasn't coming back. I don't know if she is dead or alive; just not here. Uncle Swcag said that I was too young to live by myself and took me in. I know he just wanted my mother's stuff and to work me like a slave, which he did. Even though he did work me very hard, he truly loved me and was concerned about his sister as well. As rough as Uncle Swcag was, his wife my Aunt Genty was so sweet. She made my life almost bearable. I loved her very much and I never took anything from her, but poor Uncle Swcag had a terrible time keeping his pants up over the next few years.

I did learn to become a tanner, not a good one, but a passable one. What I was really good at was making leather items. My clothing was very beautiful. I lived like this for the next twenty years until the orcs came.