Greetings fellow Illarion's !
As many of you have been wondering about my funny name and my origin, i have decided to use this form of telling you all rather than having to explain personally to everyone. Sorry for that unpersonal approach !
Anyway... once upon a time there existed a world loved by man hated by orcs, that was also referred to as the Tibian islands. A young warrior, named Bushman, was trying there to train his skills in both fighting and life.
His adventures took him to the most remote places, but rarely enough his favourite hounting grounds stayed the caves and mountains where the orc's had their hiding places.
He slaughtered many of our race, sometimes even endangering our entire existence, but never really suceeded.
One day though he met an opponent, that wasn't that easy to fight, the fight went on and on. After 2 days and 12 hours all of a sudden both fighters, warrior and orc, dropped their weapons. They stared into eachothers eyes and something weird happened: All of a sudden the orc could see right in to the warriors soul, finding there a lonely young man, that had never wanted to be slaughtering innocent life in order to earn and validate his own life.
Something similar happend to the warrior- all of a sudden he could look into that pathetic orc's soul (being surprised that he had one). There he saw the deep desire for a peaceful life in the grounds where the orc had be born and where his ancestors had died.
Struck by this moment the warrior took off his armors and munition, turned around and walked off to the grounds of his own origin. He lived a long life trying to tell his fellow humans about life and what had happened to him on this mountain.
The orc though was left alone. Something had hit him right deep down in his heart and changed him. No longer could he identify himself with this mountain, with his brothers and sisters, he had to leave. So he picked up the armor of the young warrior that was still lying on the ground, read the name plate of his former opponent "bushman" , decided to be called "bushy" and walked off to find a different world.
After a long walk he has now found what he was looking for: a new world- a better world ! But he sees that not everything is good in the new world either, so bushy walks around and tries to carry on the spirit that he had experienced in his encounter with this young warrior on the tibian hills of orcs. If only he can succeed a bit in bringing the idea of common existence of different races and sorts of beings, he will have found what he was sent off to find by his own heart.
So fellow Illarions, now you know much more than i know about any of you. Handle this information with care and respect.
May we all live in this better world and try to keep it that way !!!
yours,
bushy.
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no... bushman is not active any more...