Post by Noel of Arabi-Athem & Ragmaar on Nov 29, 2005 0:20:01 GMT -5
**A rougish looking wolf with scars and muscle abounding- giving him a seasoned, weathered appearance- steps forward.** I'm Ragmaar, Warrior of the Dark Forest. I've traversed many a land, slain many a foe, conquered the toughest of elements as few beasts 'ave. Though, even as these are "impressive" titles, I have claimed no right for myself to make boast of what I have accomplished. I'm a wolf, once proud, now humbled. I came from a tribe much like that of what one would expect- descent sized, roughish, fearsome, occassionally semi-barbaric. I was a leading wolf there. I was next to the Alpha of my pack. As you should know, wolf-packs are run in a hierarchy system. There is the Alphas( tops), Middle, and Omegas (least ranking). There is usually a "right hand" wolf that could contest the Alpha for the leadership.
That being understood, we can move on to why I left. The pack had been under some serious hardships- famine, disease, and even attacks from some neighboring agressive packs. The members were getting weary. We were tired and worn. We wanted change, peace, something more than what we had. Many attempts to over throw the Alpha took place; but Kerrvo (the Alpha male) was a strong wolf and a strong leader. The pack quickly started losing its edge. We all started becoming more agressive and more easily offended. It all happened so fast... The members of the clan start fighting more than a pack should against eachother. Instead of making things better, we made things worse. Some tried to hold the pack together, but the wolves were so at odds with eachother, even their own kin, that practically nothing could be done to prevent the violence. The clan was being riped apart.
I myself was a rebel. I sided against Kerrvo. Perhaps because I knew I'd be a strong contestant for the empty throne. Either way, I started in on this outrage. I never meant for it to go as far as it did, but soon it was out of my control as well. My followers acted without any reason or restraint. It turned very ugly when an especially brutal attack was made on Kerrvo and his gang. Kerrvo was severely wounded and his wife died. I decided that I no longer wanted this to continue. I spoke with my followers about this. I expected them to listen to me... But I was wrong. They turned on me and all morals. That night, they sent out to kill me. My best friend was their new leader.
That was when I fled. They, once my beloved clan, had turned into nothing short of savages. I was heart-broken at their fate. But I had to move on. My story goes much deeper than this, but this is the end of my tale for now. I live on as a limping beast. Bearing the burden of the troubles of my clan on my wearied mind. I cannot keep them fr. my thoughts, they shall never leave I think. But even a limping beast, is still walking- as a wise beast once said. Thus, life moves on. But my heart, in part, still remains with my kin. I hope that one day I shall return and restore order. Or that some other worthy wolf shall lead them out of their dismal state. But for now, I remain here. To live my days as a warrior and defender.
This is my tale, in part. But, as always, it will continue on with life. **Ragmaar leaves the stage with a slight bow and sad, content smile.**
That being understood, we can move on to why I left. The pack had been under some serious hardships- famine, disease, and even attacks from some neighboring agressive packs. The members were getting weary. We were tired and worn. We wanted change, peace, something more than what we had. Many attempts to over throw the Alpha took place; but Kerrvo (the Alpha male) was a strong wolf and a strong leader. The pack quickly started losing its edge. We all started becoming more agressive and more easily offended. It all happened so fast... The members of the clan start fighting more than a pack should against eachother. Instead of making things better, we made things worse. Some tried to hold the pack together, but the wolves were so at odds with eachother, even their own kin, that practically nothing could be done to prevent the violence. The clan was being riped apart.
I myself was a rebel. I sided against Kerrvo. Perhaps because I knew I'd be a strong contestant for the empty throne. Either way, I started in on this outrage. I never meant for it to go as far as it did, but soon it was out of my control as well. My followers acted without any reason or restraint. It turned very ugly when an especially brutal attack was made on Kerrvo and his gang. Kerrvo was severely wounded and his wife died. I decided that I no longer wanted this to continue. I spoke with my followers about this. I expected them to listen to me... But I was wrong. They turned on me and all morals. That night, they sent out to kill me. My best friend was their new leader.
That was when I fled. They, once my beloved clan, had turned into nothing short of savages. I was heart-broken at their fate. But I had to move on. My story goes much deeper than this, but this is the end of my tale for now. I live on as a limping beast. Bearing the burden of the troubles of my clan on my wearied mind. I cannot keep them fr. my thoughts, they shall never leave I think. But even a limping beast, is still walking- as a wise beast once said. Thus, life moves on. But my heart, in part, still remains with my kin. I hope that one day I shall return and restore order. Or that some other worthy wolf shall lead them out of their dismal state. But for now, I remain here. To live my days as a warrior and defender.
This is my tale, in part. But, as always, it will continue on with life. **Ragmaar leaves the stage with a slight bow and sad, content smile.**
. I'll post in Blue. 
Am I me? No, It's me as an elf!
**Noel likewise sniffs.** Oh, Ragmaar, my old friend. I'm so sorry for you. It makes my past seem less tragic. I lost my parents, but a whole clan? **Noel shakes her head.**
I'm so glad. **Noel walks up to Amy and Mortamus, giving both a brief, friendly hug.** I'm Noel of Arabi-Athem. I'm very excited to see you here! 