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Oh, it’s unbearable to see your Fatherland being robbed by a bunch of miserable creatures, their skin brown-green, their eyes burning with greedy fire, their minds malicious and their hearts rotten! All his life he’s been fighting against them yet they are still lurking here and there making their dirty things and destroying what he loves with all his heart. When his grandpa was a youngling, this place was called The Swamp, wide, deep and lush, deadly dangerous for any outsider, thousands of different creatures and plants living here, - and now it’s just a swamp. Recently he’s even started hearing another name some local dwellers gave it as a joke - The Puddle; oh, it was quite a task to stop himself from grasping these tongues and rooting them away! Forest trolls have been coming here for decades to get some peat for they need to feed their insatiable factories which are constantly spitting up thick dirty clouds, covering everything around with smoke fog and making it impossible to breath - not a single day goes by now without coughing and sneezing. They treasure their forest: of course, why to cut and burn the trees spoiling your place of living, if there are tones of fuel nobody uses?! They keep coming here at night to dig another net of channels for making more and more areas of the swamp get drained and collect the peat then; no matter how many guardians patrol the swamp’s borders, these filthy beings still find the way to do what they want, sneaking, setting traps and shooting at long range. The defenders try doing their best yet the only weapon they have is what they managed to find at the swamp’s bottom, being lost ages ago by unknown creatures who confronted their enemies here and had failed or simply were swamped. They still have nothing to put up against bombs and garnets the trolls are great at making and using. During the Peat War III one of such garnets broke his shell: he stayed alive and even after being seriously wounded teared the troll who had hurt him apart - he still wears the enemy’s bronze spearhead as a pendant. However, his shell was fixed by their medical officer with some metal sheets which got oxidized soon due to humidity and started poisoning his body little by little. Some would say, it’s such a terrible thing to happen and it might poison your mind and heart worse than the acid does it to your body, yet he takes it as a blessing for he has no time for wasting anymore and keeps on struggling with multiplied fury, believing he just cannot die until his land becomes free from the invaders. Anyway, it’s better to fall in battle rather than fade away in remorse and regret.
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Description

Oh, it’s unbearable to see your Fatherland being robbed by a bunch of miserable creatures, their skin brown-green, their eyes burning with greedy fire, their minds malicious and their hearts rotten! All his life he’s been fighting against them yet they are still lurking here and there making their dirty things and destroying what he loves with all his heart. When his grandpa was a youngling, this place was called The Swamp, wide, deep and lush, deadly dangerous for any outsider, thousands of different creatures and plants living here, - and now it’s just a swamp. Recently he’s even started hearing another name some local dwellers gave it as a joke - The Puddle; oh, it was quite a task to stop himself from grasping these tongues and rooting them away! Forest trolls have been coming here for decades to get some peat for they need to feed their insatiable factories which are constantly spitting up thick dirty clouds, covering everything around with smoke fog and making it impossible to breath - not a single day goes by now without coughing and sneezing. They treasure their forest: of course, why to cut and burn the trees spoiling your place of living, if there are tones of fuel nobody uses?! They keep coming here at night to dig another net of channels for making more and more areas of the swamp get drained and collect the peat then; no matter how many guardians patrol the swamp’s borders, these filthy beings still find the way to do what they want, sneaking, setting traps and shooting at long range. The defenders try doing their best yet the only weapon they have is what they managed to find at the swamp’s bottom, being lost ages ago by unknown creatures who confronted their enemies here and had failed or simply were swamped. They still have nothing to put up against bombs and garnets the trolls are great at making and using. During the Peat War III one of such garnets broke his shell: he stayed alive and even after being seriously wounded teared the troll who had hurt him apart - he still wears the enemy’s bronze spearhead as a pendant. However, his shell was fixed by their medical officer with some metal sheets which got oxidized soon due to humidity and started poisoning his body little by little. Some would say, it’s such a terrible thing to happen and it might poison your mind and heart worse than the acid does it to your body, yet he takes it as a blessing for he has no time for wasting anymore and keeps on struggling with multiplied fury, believing he just cannot die until his land becomes free from the invaders. Anyway, it’s better to fall in battle rather than fade away in remorse and regret.
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SweetSign on Etsy
SweetSign on Bearpile