All of this is not comprehensive without knowing the game Clan Lord.
My name is Farhope, I am born in "Les plaines des rivières murmurantes". But I lived almost all my live in the human little village of "Ouderogge" until I was exiled in the Islands of the Never-ending Ocean (the scholars name these islands "the Lok' Groton islands") some time ago. The official reason of my exile was: "Speaking and encouraging to speak forbidden languages, even after warned several times".
When I disembarked in the islands, in Autumn, year 536, I was really sad to quit the village where I was welcomed when I was a child, this village with its beautiful farms, this village perched atop of one of the rolling hills, this village near the familiar and swampy "Forest of the Darks" ("De Bos van de Donkers" as the villagers called it), this village where I was living with N'gamaguera the strange singing witch, this village with its big and kind perfumed ants, this village of humans where I was still a stanger but a little accepted...
But, in Pubbleby, I discovered the real meaning of the Friendship. After 3 or 4 zodiacs, I had already several friends (there are my so-called "old friends"). And now, I think that I had, eventualy, some luck with the exile. Certainly, there are lot of different people in Pubbleby: most are kind; some are crazy; few seem evil; a lot are different than me. But I have here found something like a big adopting family.
I almost don't farm anymore (only a little kudzu, wheat or barley sometimes). But I try with my new profession of fighter (thanks to all my teachers!) to protect the farms and the town from their ennemies and the endless stream of monsters who destroy the crops. And, also, with my clan, the Winds of Dawn, I try to help, advice and guide the new exiles.
I have written scrolls about:
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