from the Journals of Morningstar 776 Series C, Warforged Wizard
by Richard Smyth
CHAPTER THREE
Date: 17 Vult 996YK
I try to earn money by playing chess in the central square marketplace . It's a joke for most of those who approach; their friends push them forward to play with the freak. I hear what they whisper, or say out loud with no fear of hurting my feelings. For what feelings does a warforged have? Most of them think the warforged are brainless automata made only for war. They find out soon enough after I beat them. Occasionally one with some skill plays, and the crowd gathers around to watch as if I am a sideshow in a carnival. That's fine; it's good for business.
I try to get other jobs but no one hires me, some openly sneering at my request. And so it is that I make my opening moves, but people refuse to play. What do you do when they won't let you play in their games?
