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In a forgotten kingdom, far from the parts now known as China, beneath the Great Wall, an old man sat upon a now dead angel.

The man is a dwarf dwarf, as all dwarves is, except for those one's with their hair as an elf has. In the old days, all humans were dwarves, but now, as people have forgotten by what they were meant to be, so have the dwarves forgotten what they were meant to be, and soon will they also not be a people at all. But this tale is not one of the old days, so this tale won't go on to talk about that.

In this old man sat a very old dwarf. For this dwarf has been given a name, and to speak it is to command death itself. It is a very old word, and it is a name that has long been forgotten in the times of the old kings. It is an old word made in war, when it was known you must destroy all before you for your world not to fall to the enemy. But in the wars of the past, this word has been forgotten in what will be the final war of the old times.

This old dwarf was sitting upon his throne, just sitting there. It has long been long that this old dwarf has not died, but it seemed that death would ones day claim him. It seemed that this old dwarf would be totally spared the pain of death.

As the old dwarf sat there, it seemed that he was reminiscing about his life, but not in the same things he had past wondered before. It seemed that this old dwarf did sit and think about the old kingdoms and the old people that once did belong to it. Just like the old man did sit and wonder, there did come one. It was not an old man himself, although this old dwarf did think that he would be old one day. Which was not true, for that man was not full elf, even though he looked somewhat like an elf. For this man had long white hair, just like all elves, but this man wore black clothes, not like an elf does. He was not old, neither was he young. This man was wearing a kilt. It was wrapped all the way around him, so to see his shape it was hard to tell what his shape was. It was hard to tell if he was old, but he did look old.

"My lord, the guards tell me that you are here. Why do you not leave, for it is wrong for an old man to be alone in a forbidden land." This old man said this to this old one, and then the old man that sat upon the angel did answer him. The old man then responded in a voice that was not his own voice.

"My son, I have been sent here to live out the rest of my days, for here there are none to bother me. Tell me what news do you bring me from the kingdom, for surely you have news from the kingdom." This old man said this to the man, and he did what he had been commanded to do by the old man.

"There was war against the orcs, for they were to invade our last kingdom. But we had won the war, and we do now occupy their kingdom, and we do now live their way, and we do now dwell in there. We do now live the orcish way, and we do now dwell there." This man said these words unto the old man, and there was gladness in the voice of the old man, for he did think that the kingdom was doing well.