The war was not going well.
The elves were beside themselves.
How to fight back?
What do we lack?
Our alchemist gave us our break.
By a beautiful enchanted lake,
fifty pink-skinned creatures.
Despite their looks and features
Rasmus transformed them before our eyes.
This was not his tricks or lies.
There skin, green as a leaf,
There tusks resemble teeth,
There humanoid form would be tough to beat.
This was a revolutionary change.
We would have much to gain.
They would be the main bulk of our armies.
Their brains did not match their brawn.
But a name came at dawn.
What would you call a newborn race used for pork.
A simple removal of the p and you have ork(elvish language) orc(human language).
But our discovery had angered the divine.
We rejected his law and did not mind.
This was our life and way.
But we may not seize day.
In fact we may just pay.

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