Tales of the Easily Forgotten 1

by Migranes

A bitter Troll SK recalls his acquaintances' stories and interactions in Norrath. No one was a famous hero nor were anyone's efforts worth a moment of their time. At least no one starved.

1. Troll with a Death Wish

Tales of the Easily Forgotten

Intro and Advisory: All the stories, yes all, are based on 'real-life' interactions in Everquest whether it be the tutorial-only server, the emulated or the 'real ones'. Some are 2nd or so on hand recollections, others I saw myself. Names, races, dates and affiliations have been altered. I'm not a source of accurate lore 'cause I only watched the hit box. I'll try not to go too far off of course.

I thought, or maybe I just dreamt that long ago I strolled through the swamps of Innothule before those Froglok swine invaded it. When everyone had their own path and each action had few rewards but greater consequences.

Perhaps, I was born in those times and died, and it was all a memory. Perhaps it was just musing over tales I had been told. Family joked I coulda been a bard if Trolls weren't notoriously known for their bad singing.

As I prepare to permanently retire from adventuring I think about how unremarkable my own tales and others' have been.

Then I think about how that's all that's left, memories like froglok footsteps outside Guk only to disappear in the mud. No one remembers them, and if so they're muddied by other experiences. Like picked Froglok my stomach feels full but bittered or soured or somethin' ona account of all my adventures. I'd much rather be a smithy or somethin' in Neriak with all that happened.

My adventures began when I was dropped on my fat warty ass in the Mines of Gloomingdeep by the invisible hand.