Thy race is descended from the ancient
Druids of Galen, quick witted
and strong in the mystical arts.
Thy folk are crafty and intelligent,
a learned people who use their gifts
to guide others to enlightenment...&
Thy race is a people without a past,
for in the Tiber War thou wert stalwart
guardians of Hammerfell. As time moved on
thy people held onto the ground for which
they had shed tears of blood,
and now the land, and the strength and
endurance of rock itself, is thine own to command...&
Thy race is strong as the northern winds
which sweep through icy glaciers.
The arctic clime hast hardened thy folk
for life's cruel and bitter hand...&
Thy race is as deadly as the thorns of
the black rose which blooms only
in thy mother's breast. Thou hast all that
is graceful in thy brothers of day,
yet thy mother is the moon,
and thou art her children of the night...&
Thy race is tall and stately,
for thou art kings among princes.
Thy people were first on this land to
breathe the spring air and first to leap,
nimble with the wind. Thine eyes
canst see all even when naught is out
but the Mistress of the Night...&
Thy race is one with the forest
and its creatures, and thy strength
flows from the mother earth itself.
Thou art one with the world...&
Thy race is born of the desert,
where life is cruel and harsh and
death comes on vultures wings.
Thou art feline and sleek,
deadly hunters of the wastes...&
Thy race is born of the swamps,
thou hast stayed thyself
from the open fields,
for thou art hunters of a different sort,
those who stalk thy prey
in the still black waters...&
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