Innoruuk hear my words...Innoruuk hear my words...
You, ageless as time itself
We, created from your will
Created from injustice
Created from hate
Created from anger
Created from twisting that which was
To serve you and your own will
We struggle to kill in your name
Fight for battlegrounds
Competing with the others
Forced to join them to serve our needs
Forced to join them to fulfill your will
We are your children
We the Teir'Dal
We, called the Dark Elves
Forced down by their expansion and numbers
Forced to use their tools as we lack our own
Overflowing is our heart, mind and soul
Of hate and rage
Of injustice and unfairness
We have need to lash out
Need to take what is rightfully ours
We call to you
You who created us
Created from injustice, hate and rage
We call your name
We prey and beseech you will hear
Hear our words
Know our heart and soul
Fill our hands
With that which we need
Give to us that which only we can use
We need the tools
We need the way
Our minds, hearts and soul
Already full of your will
Yet our hands empty
You, ignore the children you created to carry out your will
We, wait, and suffer the same injustice that influenced you to create us
Being ignored and forgotten...
Summary / Solution / Truth
We the evil races are ignored. We have little to no equipment to specifically call our own. Especially those who's classes can be the same as the good. I think many souls are lost to good lives because they can not bear the constant punishment we receive.
The goods have ruined their own lands... and now ruin ours. They take our dungeons, walk in our cities, and are generating new equipment all the time.
Let us prey all our (evil) gods hear our words, and answer our call soon.