"So oy, seen this little grovelhog and thinks to me self that would be and easy mark to shake a few coins from. No sooner did break the brush, and she whipped out this little pipe an blows a dart in my cheek faster than oy can yell to hand me the loot!

Oy was on the ground in an instant, couldn't move from the poison that witch stuck me with.

Then while laying there she started ranting and raving about God and sin and the virtues of being a good neighbor. That hogwife preached a whole helfire sermon at me.

So thinks me to myself at least Oy got off with just a curse and a tongue lashing but no she took me sword, and says I can have it back when oy learned to be civil. Like she was scolding a child!

Then her little urchin busts me in the eye with a bucket, and writes on my face with a ink stick that took days to scrub off.

Barely have time to get me legs back from her poison when one of them pig-wolf-dragon things comes charging out the wood and oy scarcely got up a tree afore it ate me.

Yeah, go on and laugh you can learn this country the hard way like Oy did if yer fool enough to try."

Burntfoot tried to warn them. He always did yet every day more orcs, goblins, and werewolves came through the gate to settle in Laxaria. The lucky ones would learn, and take a job in the farms and factories. The fools got weeded out. Warning them was more or a break than he had caught.

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Part of a series of humorous drawings I want to do that show how the refugee populations of orcs, goblins, ghouls, werewolves, and other monsterous races that immigrated to Cyan Haven. Became civilized and amalgamated into a new and singular race of people. The diverse mixture of races and species that would later become collectively know as the 'Mud Folk' is something I've been playing with in my mind as part of the worldbuilding for Cyan Haven.

The formation of a new social and cultural identity formed from the blending of many different groups is a part of the real world that seldom gets explored in fantasy settings.

In so many instances fantasy story world dismissively claim that all the 'bad guy' species just conveniently vanish after the humans win. What if they became a new and distinct group instead?

I'll see what kind of feedback this idea gets as I reveal more of it and the history of this people.