Shame
of the Fireside, black tusker, hunter of clouds -- I earned these names and
worse because I fell in love with a human alchemist’s son.
My
sisters drove me from the home fire and I lived on wolves and other vermin. I
looked for my beloved without cease.
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| I imagine the alchemist's son would look something like this. |
Image sourced from this io9 article, which includes a dozen more intriguing pictures of 1970s cosplayers.
NB.: If you're uncomfortable with loincloths, diaphanous tunics and exposed breasts, don't go there.
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