The Forgotten Rogue
Deep beneath the moonlit meadow, where roots tangled like ancient runes and the earth hummed with old secrets, a lone rabbit stood guard. His name—whispered only in the warrens that remembered him—was The Forgotten Rogue.
Once, he had been the swiftest scout of Burrowhold, a legend among his kind. But legends fade, and when new heroes rose, the Rogue slipped quietly into obscurity. That is, until the night the Caroots came.
The Caroots were no ordinary vegetables. They were small, sharp‑eyed carrot folk with leafy crests and tiny twig arms, born from the soil’s resentment and the echoes of a thousand rabbit meals. For generations, they had watched their kin plucked, peeled, and devoured. Now, they marched for vengeance—an army of orange fury.
While the rest of the Rogues slept, this one listened. He heard the faint rustle of leaves, the soft patter of root‑feet, the war‑chant whispered through the soil. He knew what approached.
When the Caroots emerged from the shadows, their leader—a stout, scarred carrot named General Grate—pointed his leafy plume toward the burrow.
“Tonight,” Grate declared, “we reclaim what was stolen!”
The Rogue stepped forward, cloak of dust and moonlight trailing behind him.
“You’ll find no feast here,” he said calmly. “Only me.”
The Caroots charged, dozens of them, their tiny battle cries squeaking through the night. But the Rogue moved like a gust of wind—silent, swift, impossible to catch. He dodged, leapt, and spun, using nothing but agility and wit. He never harmed them; he simply outmaneuvered them, turning their own momentum into harmless tumbles.
At last, breathless and tangled in their own leafy tops, the Caroots collapsed.
General Grate glared up at the rabbit who had bested them without a single bite.
“Why spare us?” he demanded.
The Rogue offered a small, tired smile. “Because I know what it is to be forgotten. And I know what it is to lose.”
The Caroots hesitated. Revenge had fueled them for so long that mercy felt foreign. But something in the Rogue’s voice—steady, worn, sincere—softened the soil around their hearts.
General Grate lowered his plume. “Then let there be truce.”
As dawn broke, the Rogue returned to the burrow. The others would never know the battle he fought, nor the peace he forged. But he didn’t mind….
…he was The Forgotten Rogue.
@RoguesNFT 🥕🐰
‘Tis the season for good vibes 🐰🥕
If @RoguesNFT have been on your radar but you haven’t jumped in yet—now’s the time.
Giving away 2 Caroots NFTs to bring some new juice into the burrow 🥕
To enter:
👉 Join the Discord
👉 Tag me @dejimmy
👉 Show me you actually want to be there.
Simple as that.
Welcome to the burrow.
Welcome to Rogues.
Big shout-out to @RoguesNFT for giving so much back to its CT 🥕
After a really fun CAROOTS minting event, I earned 2 Rogues NFTs and 4 CAROOTS.
Thank you so much for all the fun and the perks for taking part in it.
Roguish for life 🔥
Somtimes I really dont get people
Dude minted 10 Caroots and then dumped em less than half the mint price whilst other people are now buying over 3x the mint price 🤣
The fp is thin asf too 🔥
Remember Caroots is a slow cook do not expect as quick oump so you can dump!
The new meta is to actually hold and have faith in real builders 🔥