*a well-dressed young man recognizable as one Wendall Hood is seen placing copies of the following about Upper Sanctuary*

Dedicated to our Green-blooded guests:

Where Greenskins Roam

Where green-skins roam, Where green-skins fall, Orcs, goblins, kobolds, they disgust us all. They walk where they will They do what they want These piss-colored progeny would send us to rot

Cast them out, cast them out, cast them out!

Orcs pillage the women and rape the fort With the gods’ speed will someone sound the alarm! For we welcome their sons with open arms And we trade shackles of iron for a greener sort

Cast them out, cast them out, cast them out!

Goblins come by the dozen, they come by the case They breed like rabbits, they make it a race! Of these villainous scoundrels, Grundingle was king Now that he’s gone, one thing remains What evil will replace him? It will surely put his vile deeds to shame.

Cast them out, cast them out, cast them out!

Worst amongst these, the Half-breeds we call “Brother”, They take our food, they take our work They call our women their lovers. Let the bastards walk, let the scoundrels live, as long as they behave Soon a foot becomes an inch, and then we’ll all become their slaves

Cast them out, cast them out, cast them out!

*a suavely dressed Wendall is seen checking on and replacing a few of the posters*

*A massice half orc in red and black plate armor attaches a poster next to the poster*

You lesser creatures say cast us out. When you lesser creatures you elves took our forest homes and you tiny dwarves took our mountain caves. The cowardly elf god fighted like a bastars coward he was and took out the eye of he who watches. You puny races call us orcs vile when you stole all the land that belonged to us you creatures are weak for only the orc bloods have the might of one eye in them. Without Orcs who shall slay your breasts a army of cowardly elves and greedy dwarves. Weak humans thinking your might is powerful when it is not.

Your home already has a army of lesser cowardly kobolds. The orcs have been blessed by the mighty grrumsh those who do not respect the might of the half orcs shall be met with the rath of he who watches for he watches us all.

*at the end of this entire message is a placed symbol of gruumsh.*

/sorry double post.

*a suavely dressed Wendall is seen checking on and replacing a few of the posters*

[A note is written along one of the posters in Lower Hood is more commonly seen checking]

I think the men of Sanctuary have better things to be doing than writing poetry, unless you number this as one of your greatest accomplishments.

Noye