Carnage. The word is synonym with my peoples. Gnolls. Half feral, semi-intelligent, barely better than but in so many ways worse than the hyenas we breed for hunting and for war. Evil. That is our label, the label for my people, the label for me, given by the "goodly" races of Kagolhaas. To them, we are a scourge on the land that must be eradicated to the fullest extent. Hunted. Imprisoned. Slaughtered. And so far, they are exceeding. Not without losses, for we are a worthy opponent for anyone, and deal much damage to our enemies. Even so, where we once numbered in uncountable figures, one for every hundred still stands. Dozens of tribes and clans are no more than memories and stains upon the ground the survivors still walk. The leaders of the "goodly" races say we are evil, living embodiments of carnage and chaos, and must be hunted down accordingly. And so we are killed. Without mercy. Without quarter. Without reason. Until we are all gone, until we are just legends and myth, creatures in the night used to frighten small children into behaving. In a way, they are correct. My people are blight on the land; I'll be the first to admit; and we deal nothing but pain to most that we meet. Most of the great tribes did not accept the treaty placed down almost three hundred years ago, that which many others agreed to. But in another way, they are wrong. No one, now matter how "good" they are, should decide whether any one race should live or die and still be "good". Once they make that decision, the decision to kill all of us, they become just as evil as us. And you know what? I'm gad. Glad that noble leaders have descended to our level, became just as evil as us. Because now we have a chance to fight; to fight back. And win; win against those bastards that wish to silence us. Those monsters. This may be the only coherent recording of our struggle for survival, but our legend will live on for ever, passed from ear to ear, from father to son, told around fireside, as long as there is someone to remember, someone left to tell the tale of war and hope and survival. This is the legend of my people. This is my legend.
Taggerung Wolf, 3rd Thraximundar
Wolfskaag Mountain Gnoll Tribe, the Shadowfangs
