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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Wulf.

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Author:    Wulf           
Date:      Fri Apr  3
02:57:17 2009
Subject     Scouting

The sun overhead
cast its warmth on the lush plains close to the boundry
of the
forest. The birdsong from the trees added a peaceful sense to
the
area. Yet, the pleasure of nature was foreshadowed by his
quest. 

The cloaked plainsman knelt beside tracks in the grass,
almost seeing the
image of his query. His brow furrowed as the
tracks veered off into the
forest. Cursing under his breath, he
continued to follow his prey.

************** Four long weeks he
had hunted the fiends, those bastards
believed it possible to
raid a small village belonging to his tribe, when
the word spread
to his Chieftain, he was summoned. He was the Chieftain's
hunter
and son. First born of his Chieftain's line, he would inherit
the
tribe should his father fall. Yet he knew that was unlikely
to happen for a
long long time. 

Resolute, he proved himself
away from his father's name. As to be expected
of the Chieftain's
son, he proved his worth to the tribe, and solidified his
role as
Hunter amongst the tribe.

Years had past, his tribe prosperous,
before the first signs of war shown. A
simple tribal war was all
he thought was upon his tribe. Reknowned for their
battle skill,
he took pride in his tribe. Yet, the rival tribe began
their
raids early. As the effects of Winter slowly faded to
Spring, reports came
of sightings of warriors amongst the forest.
At first it was only small
bands, then word from outlying
villages began to stop.

Leading a band of warriors, he was
amongst the first to see the true carnage
these fiends were
capable of. ************

The thoughts of that small village
still lingered in his mind, yet he
shrugged them off, focusing
instead on freeing some of the captives those
raiders
took.

Flitting through the forest with born ease, he came to a
halt behind the
boal of a tree. Scanning around, he heard sounds
of movement at his front
and left. 

Drawing his bow, he fitted
an arrow and crept from the tree. Eyes sharp to
any and all
movement, he made his way forward. Sensitive to the workings
of
the plains and forests of his homeland, he picked out the
faint shapes of
three ambushers ahead.

His thoughts were abuzz
with disgust, these men couldnt even hide themselves
adequately.
Kneeling, he sighted the first ambusher along the shaft of
his
arrow. Steadying his breath, he took aim and let loose the
arrow.

Before the arrow made contact with the first, he fitted
another and fired at
the second. Both shots proved true, hitting
the awaiting men square in the
chest. Thrown off by the ambush,
the third fled hastily through the brush.
Putting his bow back in
place, he continued forward following the panicked
man.

Charging
through the bush, leaving such a trail a blind gully dwarf could
of
followed, he had no time following the man. Cautious with the
knowledge that
he was moving towards the raider's camp, he kept
his wits about him. He
stopped following the trail as the sounds
of battle drew closer. Dashing
close to the edge of a crop of
trees, he scanned around and grunted in
admiration as he
discovered the cause of the noise.

The captors were trying to
free themselves from the raiders. He watched as
men of his tribe
fought unarmed against the guards around them. Some had
weapons
now, retrieved from fallen guards, yet more raiders were
coming.

Drawing his blade, he dashed forward, to the aide of his
people. 

Author:    Wulf           
Date:     
Sat Apr  4 04:15:44 2009
Subject     Liberation

He slid
his blade across the belly of the first raider to cross his
path.
Blade gleaming red in the sunlight, he smashed the hilt up
into the nose of
another raider. Making way to his desperate
people he fought beside them.
The tribesmen roared as they saw
their hunter enter the fray, bolstered by
his arrival, they
fought on with grim determination. Several young men
retched at
the smell of bile and death around them, this was their
blooding.
around them, this was their blooding. The older, more
experienced tribesmen
formed a half circle around the younger,
yet they allowed them more than
enough chances to attack the
onrushing raiders. 

The Hunter glanced around the battlefield,
twenty-five raiders laid dead or
dying around his battling
warriors, yet ten or more continued to fight.
Grunting, he
scanned his own lines, thirty tribesmen fought now, better
armed
from the fallen raiders.

It was over in a flash, he leaned
against one tribesmen, clutching his side.
Blood slowly seeping
from a glancing blow from an enemy axe, he knew the
wound would
become serious if not tended, so he rallied the survivors to
him.
Kneeling now against one of the slave wagons, he removed the
torn
leather armor from his side and allowed for one of the
tribesmen to tend to
his wound. Glancing around at the people
around him he cursed the raiders.

Men, women, and older children
crowded around their wounded savior, each
looking worse for ware
yet hale enough to fight. Most bore wounds from the
previous
battle, and others from their capture. Cries from the women
mingled
with the questions of the men as they all turned to
him.

Looking to his father's people, his people, he thought of
the right words to
say," my father feared the worse for his
people when word wasn't sent from
you or the surounding
villages." Wincing as the healer began to bandage his
wound he
continued," you are the first surviving band I have found yet.
I
will return with you all to my father, their you will be safe
until we find
and defeat our enemies."

Men and women muttered to
themselves, yet most nodded in consent. One such
nay sayer spoke
up," how can we be safe there, when your own father cannot
defend
his own people?"

The hunter scowled, yet tamed his anger," we
have been fighting these men as
they raid from the woods. We have
also rescued many other bands, yet our
ranks slowly diminish with
each battle, we cannot spare the men to save
everyone." Panning
the men and women he continued on," yet that is why I am
sent, to
find those we cannot send aid and bring them to the safety of
our
own walls."

Finding reason in this, many of the nay sayers
ended their arguments, yet
the man persisted," I will not follow
you, and I urge others to not either.
I will go, and barter a
better trade than to flee and wait for death."

Few sided with
him, yet each one who left with him was a personal blow to
the
Hunter, sighing he watched as the last one left with the
rebellious
man," our people are becoming too divided," he thought
to himself. After the
healer stood and examined his work, the
Hunter stood and marshalled the rest
of the tribesmen who
remained," we go now to my father, and safety."

Leaving the
battlefield behind, after they collected their dead
on
commandeered wagons, they departed towards the Hunter's
father, each weary
with doubt and fear, yet none more than the
Hunters'. What can he do for his
people? What will he do to
further aid his father? How will they survive
this tribal war?
Thus plagued by said thoughts, the Hunter continued onward, back
to his father, onward towards fate.

Author:    Wulf   
       
Date:      Sat Apr  4 08:51:28 2009
Subject    
Allies on the Plains

Walking through the plains, he kept
his thoughts focused, yet the
questions still buzzed inside his
head. He and those tribesmen still
following him were half a day
out from returning to his father, and the
questions seemed to
mount with each step. He had seen the carnage the unseen
enemy
had begun to bring to his people, his father's forces were all
but
powerless to stop the constant raids from the forests. He
knew that the
tension was rising towards a full blown conflict,
soon. A man rides slowly
on the back of his big shaggy roan of a
horse towards the group. He rode
alone through the Plains, his
thoughts elsewhere. The Hunter walked immersed
in his thoughts,
yet soon his thoughts where shattered by a warning from one
of
the group's men. Looking up he spotted a man riding a roan
heading
towards him and his people. He drew his bow and fitted an
arrow to it,
ordering the men, they drew their blades and stood
protectively in front of
the women and young. Calling out to the
man," halt." The man shook his head
and looked around, his hand
falling on a throwing dagger at his side. "Step
aside and let me
be on my way." He says, his eyes glinting dangerously.
Hunter
eyed the man wearily, noticing the hand lying on the hilt of
a
throwing knife," remove your hand from your weapon, spy," he
ordered.
Casting a glance at his men," I do not want a fight, we
have seen enough
bloodshed this day."

The man began to chuckle
gently and shook his head. "You would order me to
remove my hand,
yet your men have weapons drawn and you have a bow with an
arrow
nocked. Forgive me if I dont. Stand aside and let me be on my way
and
none of you shall die."

Hunter grunts, looking to his men he
dipped his head in a silent order to
sheath their weapons.
Putting the arrow and bow back, he looked up at the
stranger," we
are weary, my people were just freed from a raider camp and
we
are distrustful of spies." He watched the man carefully," You
are on the
lands of the Que Kiri tribe, my tribe. My father is
Chieftain of these
lands, and we have been beset by strange
raiders as of late." The man slowly
removed his hand from the
throwing knife and looked at the men and women
before him. "Sad
story but im just passing through. I have no intention on
doing
harm to you or your tribe, plainsman. Now let me pass."

Hunter
stood firm, eyeing the man," If you do not intend harm, maybe
you
could aid us, stranger." Looking to his men, he told them to
keep going.
Turning back to the man," My name to foreigners is
Hunter."

The man moved his roan to the side so that the men and
women could pass him
on the road. "I also do not intend on
getting involved with tribal
skirmishes, Hunter." He says, but
sighs to himself. He really had nothing
else to do..but he
couldnt be easy.

Hunter looked up at the man," this is not a
tribal skirmish as I once
thought, something fouler is attacking.
The men we fight wear strange armor,
not of this area or any
tribe of this land."

The man thinks for a moment and then
dismounts his horse. "Why dont you go
to the Que-Shu or one of
the other tribes for help? If these attacks arent
from other
tribes then I doubt there is much I could do for you,
Neighbor."
He says looking him in the e eyes.

Hunter
acknowledged the man's show of respect by looking him on
even
ground," my tribe is a proud tribe, we are respected by the
Que Shu, yet we
are not allies in any means," sighing he looked
to his people walking in the
distance." We have been fighting
these raids for months, first in small
numbers, yet now, we fear
invasion."

The man glanced over his shoulder and nods. "Aye." He
says and falls silent
for a moment. "My name is Atael..I will
help you as much as one man can
against many." He says offering a
hand to Hunter.

Hunter clasped hands with Atael," thank you,
friend. My name among friends,
my true name is
Wulf."


Author:    Wulf           
Date:     
Sun Apr  5 05:46:38 2009
Subject     Strangers and
Exiles

Wulf and his people, accompanied by Atael, arrived
at his his tribe's
main village. Its wooden pallisade guarded by
the elite of the tribe.
Looking around he spotted his friend, and
chief guard, Lorgas. The two spoke
in quick silent tones in the
language of his people," these are all that I
found," he said as
those he rescued filed past him into the village. "What
of that
outsider?" Lorgas warned.

Wulf motioned for Atael to join them,"
he has offered to aid us in finding
out who these foreign raiders
are," he says in common. Atael nods gently and
pushes back his
cowl, showing his stark white hair and a strange scar in the
form
of a broken circle on his left cheek. "My Name is Atael And as
Wulf has
said, I would like to help you in your problem..."

Wulf
grimaced as Lorgas spoke in their language," we do not need the
help
from outsiders Wulf, we can handle it on our own." Sighing,
Wulf turned as a
wagon filled with the dead of the captives filed
past," No my friend," he
says in common," I think we do need his
help." Atael frowns gently and runs
a hand through his hair. "I
believe if you could handle it by yourself then
it would be
handled already and your People wouldnt be dieing." 

Wulf walked
between Lorgas and Atael as he noticed his friend's
growing
distrust of Atael," we do not need to be fighting amongst
ourselves Lorgas,
I will vouch for him." Looking to Atael he
speaks," We go to see my father."
Wulf walked in front of Atael,
casting a glance to his sides as he passed
the warriors of his
tribe. Known for his own strange workings, Wulf cast off
the
angry looks of the warriors.

Soon both were stopped by two
guards outside of his father's hall," Belgrus,
Dhoma, I need to
see my father, stand aside." Both warriors loosened their
weapons
as they noticed Atael behind him. Smirking Atael glances at the
two
warriors. "Easy boys, im a friend." 

Wulf begins to grimace
knowing whats to come," hold my friends," he orders
as the
warriors following them reach out and grab Atael," he is friend
to
me, release him." Atael chuckles and glances around. "You are
lucky i am
here to help you or i would kill you all. Wulf, get
these men off me before
they get hurt." Growling in frustration,"
enough," he roars in his tongue,"
he is our ally against these
foreign raiders, your Cheiftain needs this
man's help. Release
him and get out of my way," he warns the men around him
and to
Belgrus and Dhoma in front.

Shoving the two guards aside, Wulf
opened the doors to his father's hall.
With Atael in tow, he
walks up to his father's Table and grimaces as he sees
his
father's new bride at his ear. "Great Father, I have found us
aid," he
says in his tongue. Atael gets pulled into the Hall by
Wulf after he shoves
the two guards aside. He glances around the
hall and then his eyes fall on
The Cheiftian. Atael bows deeply
to the older man yet stays silent. Wulf
scowls as his father's
new bride speaks first in their tongue," he is an
outsider Wulf,
we do not need his aid."

Wulf waves away his father's wife," you
were not spoken to, this is for my
father and myself alone, your
words are not welcome." Wulf's father sat
unmoving during the
conversation," father, he would be of service to us to
combat
these raiders." Wulf's face is alight with shock when his
father
remains silent," he does not heed the words of traitors,"
his father's wife
hisses," what makes you think he would snoop so
low."

Wulf growls and lunges toward his father's wife," you
great bitch, how dare
you speak for my father....," he begins
before being struck back by his
father. Staggering back, he looks
on in shock as his father bears his sword.
"You have no power
here Wulf, I am Chieftain," his father roars," you do not
bring
outsiders here, into my village, and dare to command my wife."
Taking
a step towards Wulf, his father calls for the guards
awaiting outside.

Wulf steps back beside Atael as those he
shoved past, and commanded, charged
into the hall. Hands clamping
tight over his shoulders and arms, Atael's as
well, he looked
towards his father, yet more importantly to his father's
wife.
"You are banished Wulf, from this village, henceforth, until pain
of
death," his father growled. Looking onward at her victory, the
Chieftain's
wife smiled sadistically as she saw Wulf's face turn
from outrage to grief.
Wulf mastered his emotions enough to hold
from shaking," if it be your will
father, it will be done."
Looking to Atael he bows his head," release us and
we will
leave." 

Wulf and Atael were led forceably from the village, to
be thrown out like
criminals. Wulf looked back as Belgrus and
Dhoma closed the gates to the
village with a vicious grin on
their face. Growling in anger, Wulf, knelt
down, hands clenched.
Atael sighs gently and puts a hand on Wulf's Shoulder.
"Forgive
me, my friend. If It had not been for me things might of
been
different for you." Wulf unclenched his numb hands and
stood, looking at
Atael," it would not have, my father's fell to
that foul bitch. Things have
fallen far in my tribe, too far I
fear," he said as he looked back to the
closed gates. 

Wulf
sighed and walked over to Atael," yet I will save what little I
can, I
must still find whats killing my people, find who controls
them." Atael
nods. "Then i will help you as much as i can. It is
wrong what theyve done
to you..We will right it." Wulf bowed his
head," yes, let us head back
towards the woods, away from my
tribe, and go to the heart of the raiders."
Atael nods and pulls
his cowl back up over his head and his mask up over his
mouth.
"Aye..lets move." 

Author:    Wulf          

Date:      Mon Apr 13 02:29:20 2009
Subject    
Thoughts

Wulf looked around at his land. His Homeland.
The birds flew high in the
sky, the wind swept across the oceans
of grass. Yet he knew the darkness he
was facing. The darkness
that threatened to consume his world. Many days of
travel set
Wulf and Atael amidst a flat grassland five miles from the
heart
of the raids. Yet each step was made in silence. Neither
man spoke, for
neither were inclined.

Wulf's thoughts remained
inward. His business, his burden. Loathe was he to
speak of
private matters, regardless of company. He was unwed, a ranger
of
his people, the chieftain's son. His concern is for his people
and them
only. Yet he walked now as exile, not from misdeed, but
from treachery. His
father's new bride, outsider, long conceived
means to rid the clan of him.

He has seen through her veil,
through the deceit she brings to his people,
sees the malice and
evil spirits surrounding her. First to fall to her
charms was his
father, and then the tribe began to fall apart.

Now he walks,
across the plains of his homeland, in the company of an
outsider,
to the source of evil that is bringing down his way of life.
Thus
is the role of Chieftain's son, the role of a man devoted to
clan and kin. 

Author:    Wulf           
Date: 
    Mon Jun  1 04:26:45 2009
Subject     Xak
Khalan

Wulf flitted his hand across the black feather
fletching of the arrow in
his hand. Placing it against the bow he
crept closer to Atael," there is
voices to the north." Atael
creeps silently next to Wulf, and nods to his
statement, even tho
it is barely Visible. He pauses and glances around,
straining his
ears to listen. Whomever was taking Wulf's people they
were
close. Wulf crept past Atael, crawling in the brush to get a
closer glimpse.
Eyes scanning the scene before him, he turns back
and kneels up at Atael,"
there is a large stone ruin ahead, men
crawling around it. The same men who
raid my people."

Atael
nods. "How many?" he asks in a hushed voice, pulling the cloth
mask
down away from his mouth. Wulf crept back under the brush,
then quickly
returned," there must be twenty at least in front.
Their marshalling in my
people like slaves," he says as the anger
boils inside. Atael frowns gently
and leans against a tree. "Too
many to fight. There is probably more that we
cant see." He says,
mostly to himself and then falls silent. Wulf sets the
arrow back
into the quiver and sets his bow back. Standing, he walks
past
Atael and looks off towards the east. "We should try and
work our way around
them, see if there is a place farther east
that we can enter."

Atael nods and pulls up his mask. "lets move
then." He says, already moving
swiftly, yet silently through the
trees. Wulf tips his head in
acknowledgment and walks beside
Atael, mindful not to make any noise. Atael
stops suddenly and
glances around. He quickly holds a finger to his lips and
then
points to spot behind a tree. He moves gracefully like a cat
and
quickly climbs up a tree, where he waits on a branch, perched
like a animal
awaiting his prey. 

Which was some unlucky fool
who was making too much noise and was alone.
Wulf watches as
Atael makes the move up the tree, catching his signal, he
kneels
down behind a fallen log, bow and arrow at the ready, just
incase.
Atael pulls out one of his throwing knives and waits
until the man had
walked underneath him, then jumps from the tree
and as the man turns with a
startled curse, he hits the man
soundly over the head with the hilt of his
dagger and watches as
he falls to the ground.

Wulf remarks at Atael's skills, mindful
of the outlander's grace. Standing,
he walks next to the man and
rolls him over, recognizing the insignia on the
man's breast he
quickly binds his hands with a thick cord. Atael sheaths
his
knife and leans against a tree, sighing almost boredly. Wulf
hoists the
unconcious man up onto his shoulder and stalks away
through the forest, away
from the ruins, speaking in hush tones
to Atael," we will find what we need
from this man, or may the
gods pity him." Dropping the man a few feet away,
Wulf draws a
knife and cuts the man below the left eye," wake scum."

Atael
sits down by a tree and crosses his his feet on a long. "Wake me
when
youre through." He says, closing his eyes. Wulf grabs the
awakening man,"
what have you done with my people," he hisses at
the man. Brandishing the
knife against the base of the man's left
eye," if you yell I will kill you,"
he threatens," now where are
they!" Wulf watches as the man strains against
the bonds binding
his hands," I will tell you nothing you barbaric filth,"
the man
grunts as he fails to break the bonds.

Wulf growls in anger as
he pushes the blade into the man's eye, stiffling
the man's
screams with his left hand. Jerking the blade up, he felt
the
satisfying scrape of the blade against the man's eye socket.
Wulf asks
again," where are my people." The man gasps in pain,"
inside, we brought
them inside, to feed it." Feed What?" Atael
asks, not even opening his eyes,
his finger toying with one of
his throwing knives.

Wulf shakes the man, who then blurts out,"
the dragon." Wulf drops the man
and looks back the way they
came," a dragon?" Drawing his sword, he turns
back and points the
tip of the blade against the man's chest," how many of
you scum
are in there? and where are my people held?"

The man grunts in
pain yet hisses out," theres more than enough to end the
likes of
you two, and as for your people, they are more than likely
dead,
fed to the great wyrm." Wulf growls in anger and
decapitates the man,
growling still as the man's lifeless body
falls to the ground, head rolling
to lay at his feet. "A dragon?
That is nothing more than children's stories,
lies." Looking
back," what shall we do Atael?" Atael sighs gently and
stands,
looking at Wulf. "You killed him too soon, my rash friend." He
says
quietly as he looks down at the corpse. "The
Uniform."

Atael rolls his eyes at Wulfs nonunderstanding look.
"Take the uniform,
clean the blood, then put it on. You can
infiltrate them, and find out where
your people are. I can not
because i will stick out too much." Wulf nods,
stripping the
corpse, he donned the uniform after he cleaned it as much
he
could, and turned to Atael," If I fail, I thank you for aiding
me this far
friend."

Atael smirks and pulls up his mask. "I
didnt say i wasnt comming along, i
just said i wasnt wearing the
uniform. Just hold your tongue and try to act
like the soldiers
there. Find them, and then i'll free them. Understand?"
Wulf nods
and sets off back towards the ruins. Taking a final breath,
he
stalks out of the forest into the sight of the men herding his
people. To
his suprise Atael's ruse worked, walking past the main
group of guards he
follows the group of his people. Wulf walks
deep into the ruins, following
the guards sheparding his people,
right hand on the pommel of his blade he
scans the walls for
signs. Following closely, he stops as the smell of decay
hits him
in a wave. "Surely the dragon is false," his speaks to
himself.
Atael stalks after Wulf, sticking to the shadows, moving
as if he himself
was nothing more than a shadow. He moves
un-noticed after Wulf, and pauses
crouched low to the ground in a
shadow when he stops.

Wulf gets ahold of himself as a strange
fear seeps into his bones, trying to
conquer this fear he
continues on slowly. Hand ready to draw his blade, he
turns the
corridor of the ruins to find three guards on their way back
from
escorting his people. Wulf steps back as the three guards
advance, trying to
act normal, he nods his head as they pass by,
quickening his pace as their
bootfalls echo down the hall, before
they abruptly stop, followed by a
shout. Wulf drew his blade and
turned as the first of the three guards made
the corner," your
not one of us," the first guard shouted. "No I am not,"
Wulf
growls as he plunges his blade into the gut of the guard.

"I'm
one of the Que-Kiri, the people you
enslaved."


Author:    Wulf           
Date:    
 Mon Jun  1 04:33:23 2009
Subject     Xak Khalan
(2)

Atael hurls a knife at one, hitting him square in the
back and then leaps
out of the shadows, his knife plunging into
the mans back, his hand moving
over his mouth to quiet an outcry.
Wulf stood back, blade still dripping the
first guard's blood,
looking at Atael," fitting end for these scum, now lets
go, my
people are up ahead," he says as he turns down the
corridor.

Atael drops the corpse and retreves his knives. He
sheaths them and then
draws his short sword from his lower back
and follows Wulf in a half
crouch.

Wulf crouches after clearing
the end of the corridor, the smell of decay and
rot intensifying
with every step. Images of what may be happening to his
people
flare across his mind as he takes a few steps forward. Wulf
covers
his mouth with his hand as he glimpses around the next
corridor, wretching
against the opposing wall he shudders in a
ragged breath. Wiping bile from
his mouth he motions for Atael to
glance around the corner.

Atael glances around the corner and
shudders gently at the sight before him.
He ducks back and shakes
his head. "I guess the dragon is real." He says in
almost
inaudible whisper. Wulf cringes at the fate of his people,
preparing
himself to witness the horrors again he stands and
creeps around the corner.
He knelt by the end of the corridor,
which opened into a wide cavern,
remnants of the ruined city
filling the wide cavern. Wulf shudders in horror
as a twisting
fear seizes his body. His eyes scan the cavern, watching as
a
massive green behemoth gorges itself on a screaming woman, her
entrails
hanging from its maw. Atael follows after him and shakes
his head. "Theres
No way to get to the others, without being seen
by the dragon.." Wulf looks
back at Atael," we must do
something."

Atael nods gently and motions for them to hide
behind a massive rock so they
can plan without being seen by the
dragon. Wulf looks up at the ceiling of
the massive cavern," we
mustn't be too far from the surface," he says as he
glances at
the dragon, then past to a pen of his ill fated people.
Atael
glances up and nods. "Aye, we cant be that deep. What do
you have in mind?"
Wulf thinks openly," we could distract the
dragon, get its attention long
enough to get my people out of
that damned pen...." he mutters. Looking back
at the dragon," yet
what could we do then to kill it before it kills us?"
Atael
shrugs gently, glancing around. "The ceiling maybe, but there's
no way
to bring it down." Wulf looks around looking for something
to use. "There!,"
he exclaims as he grabs an abandoned spear
lying against the wall. "The
beasts eyes, take out its eyes and
we might have a chance!"

"If you miss, you Die..So its your
choice," Atael says. Wulf looks back at
his people, shuddering as
the dragon continues to gorge," I must rescue my
people." Looking
back at Atael, then examining the spear," What I need you
to do
is circle around and free my people as I get the beast's
attention,
and then ru n. Atael nods gently and turns to move but
pauses. "It was good
working with you Wulf, Try not to die." He
says before stalking off in the
shadows. He pauses and waits for
Wulf to move. Wulf closes his eyes and
prays to the gods of his
father's before he turns and walks towards the
dragon. Seeing the
man walk from behind the stone, the dragon stops its
feasting and
looks at the man, and begins to laugh. Wulf looks up at
the
bloodied face of the green dragon, the fear bellowing from it
rendering him
paralyzed. The dragon looked down at him with an
amused, bloodied grin," you
pathetic mortal, how dare you intrude
on my meal."

Atael darts through the shadows after he sees Wulf
move. He hurries toward
the pens and pauses, to see what watch
what was going on.

Wulf shakes from the terror flooding his
bones, looking into the eyes of the
dragon he cringes inward.
Trying to conquer the fear he quickly mumbles
out," I am sorry
master, but I was sent to deliver an urgent message."
Atael
shakes his head and continues to the pens. He puts a finger
to his lips as
he nears the gate and turns back to watch what was
happening. * Wulf cowers
under the terrible presence of the
dragon, his mind flooded with a primitive
fear. The dragon blew
out a fowl breath of air," what is it you were sent to
tell me
human," it growls in irritation. Wulf looks back at his people,
the
thoughts of their fates tearing through the fear of the
beast. Steadying his
fluttering heart, calming his shaking hand,
he looks back at the dragon,"
Die," he roars as he launches the
spear at the dragon's glaring eye. Wulf
falls back as the
momentum of his throw knocks him off balance. The dragon's
roar
of pain bellows out from the cavern as the spear aimed true
and
embedded itself deep into its green skull. Wulf fell to the
ground as the
dragon threw its massive head back and struck the
ceiling of the cavern,
stone and dust falling from the point of
impact. Roaring in pain the dragon
looked down at the man in
untold rage," you will die for that human!"

Atael curses under
his breath as the whole cavern begins to tremble. He
smashes the
lock on the Pens and turns to see the dragon lashing out at
Wulf,
but cries out in pain as a massive chunk of the ceiling falls on
its
tail. Ateal curses again and throws the gate open and points
across the
cavern. "RUN!" He shouts as he rest of the ceiling
begins the crumble. 

Author:    Wulf          

Date:      Mon Jun  1 04:39:01 2009
Subject     Xak
Khalan (3)

Wulf looks to his left, as a last glimpse to
his people, expecting to
die, yet turns back as he hears the roar
of the dragon in pain. Watching as
the massive chunk struck the
dragon's tail at its base, the dragon turned to
free itself. Wulf
got to his feet as his people start to run past, turning
back to
the dragon, he watched on awestruck as the dragon finally managed
to
turn the massive stone off of its tail. Roaring, the dragon
turned to Wulf,
who only looked up. The dragon, enraged by the
pain, never felt the massive
ceiling of the cavern fall in upon
it. The massive blocks of stone smashing
scale and bone to a fine
dust under its massive weight. Atael skids to a
stop beside Wulf
as the ceiling falls. He grabs Wulf and pulls him along as
he
begins to run again. "Move man!" He yells at him.

Wulf plunges
after Atael as the ceiling begins to collapse around
them.
Hurling himself down the corridors, he hears the cavern
behind him fall in
upon itself. Running from the collapsing
ruins, they both make it out into
the open sky. Atael scouts the
area around them as Wulf reunited with his
clansmen. The guards
it seemed, were camped over the roof of the cave and
had died
when it collapsed. Ateal finds a paper on the ground with a
strange
insignia on it and takes it back to Wulf," Take a look at
this."

Wulf glances down at the paper handed to him. His eyes
scanning over the
words in common. His hands shake in rage as he
recognizes the handwriting
and the seal at the end of it," that
bitch," he roars.

Wulf set down the paper and finished donning
his original clothing and
weapons before tucking the paper into
his shirt," we must head back to our
home," he says to his
people," from there, we shall take down my step
mother, the one
responsible for all of this." Atael nods and falls in
beside
Wulf. "She'll Deny it you know. Probably say its a
forgery..And your father
will probbly believe her." Wulf
marshalled his clan's men and women and
began to lead them back
towards his homeland, looking back at Atael," not
this time, the
seal on that paper comes from her ring soley, and that cannot
be
reproduced." Atael nods, falling silent and following after
Wulf.

Wulf chats among his people as they trek through the
forests. The grasslands
soon came, as well as a boost in morale
to them all as they recognize there
homeland.

Wulf looked
forward as the walls of his village began to creep closer
and
closer. Soon he spied men on the walls overlooking them, then
the shouts as
they were recognized. Wulf shouted out to the men
overlooking them," open
the gates, you have wounded in need of
aid," he roars as his orders are
hastily obeyed. They walk
through the open gates, into the throng of people
turned out to
see what has happened.

Atael stays silent and out of the way,
but removes his cowl and mask. He his
white hair stood out in
great contrast to that of the other peoples.

Wulf looks left in
right, covered in blood, grime, and dust from the ruins,
he
appears to be a shade of his former self. The group stops outside
of his
father's hall, roaring at the guards, challenging his
father.

Wulf's father and step mother emerge from the hall,
guards lining them at
both sides," what have we here," his step
mother chides in amusement," a
rabid pack of dogs returned?" Wulf
growls," hush bitch," he unfolds the
paper from his shirt and
hands it to his father," your time enslaving my
people are at an
end, nevermore will your foul words taint my clan, or my
father's
soul."

Atael stands there, his hand unobtusively on one of his
knives.

Wulf looks on as his father recognizes the handwriting,"
I cant believe
this," his father says in shock," this from my own
wife," looking down at
the seal, he then looks at his wife's
finger," your ring, my gift, donns
this report." Wulf shouts as
his father's wife lunges at his father with a
knife," you will
die," she begins to scream in panic.

Atael's hand blurs and he
is already moving as the knife sinks into the
chest of the woman.
He grabs her wrist, twists, disarming her, and then
hurls her
quite hard to the ground. He bows his head, but says nothing as
he
steps away.

Wulf lunges, blade drawn to defend his father,
yet hes beaten to it by
Atael's swift movement. His father steps
back as his wife is taken down by
Atael, disbelieving in her
treachery.

Looking back to Atael the Chieftain says," who are
you outlander?" Atael
bows to the Chieftain. "My name is Atael."
Wulf sheaths his blade and steps
before his father, and kneels,"
I have brought our people back father, from
the mawl of a dragon,
and from the ruins of the forest."

The chieftain tips his head
forward in sorrow, the burden of what has
happened to his people
bearing down on him, yet he looks down at his
kneeling son," rise
my son, you shall never again kneel to me." Wulf rose at
his
father's command and turned to his people," you are all free now,
never
again will you be under the heel of someone, never again
will the dragon
people taint our hearts or lands!," he roars,
bearing his sword in the air. 

Author:    Wulf        
  
Date:      Tue Jun  9 06:24:24 2009
Subject     A
Fateful Meeting

Wulf looked back on the past weeks, the
arrival of his new friend Atael,
the liberation his people from
the dragonmen, and the return to the old ways
of life. Yet soon
his thoughts were interupted by a loud knock on his
door.

"Enter"

Wulf looked up as a borderguard came through the
threshold. "We've caught
sight of armed knights heading this
way," he says with a tone of urgency.
"Gather my men and be
prepared, we leave now," he orders the borderguard as
he walks
past him heading for his father's chambers. Wulf brushed past
the
guards outside of his father's chambers and opened the door,"
father,
knights have crossed our borders, their numbers are
unknown," he says.
Looking up his father nods," I have recieved
word as well." "I have men at
the ready and I leave now to
intervene," he says as he turns to depart his
father's chambers.
"Be cautious my son, change is on the wind, now go, and
defend
your people."

Railen thunders across the grassland, his column
of Knights close behind
him. He was returning to Palanthas, after
getting his kidnapped man and
taking care of the beast that took
him. Their Column had to ride at a slower
pace because of the
woounded man who lay on a strecter between two horses,
But Railen
Road ahead to keep a look out for trouble.

Wulf mounted his
black geldling and turned to his other mounted warriors, 30
in
all some with bows," knights are encroaching on our land, we will
not
tolerate the same injustice that had behallen us once
before," he roars as
he turns his horse and speeds from the
stables, out past the main gates,
warriors in tow.

Railen waits
at the top of a hill for his knights. He could see a
settlement
out ahead of them and there were mounted men comming
up fast. He sighs
gently and looses his sword in its sheath. He
Holds up his hand to halt the
comming column and waits.

Wulf
looked up at the lone knight atop the hill," we've been spotted,"
he
muttered to his captain at his side," arm bows and swords, and
be weary."
Coming to a slow canter he draws his bow and prepares
an arrow to fire,
should he have to.

Railen shakes his head
gently as his knights reach for their weapons. With a
sigh he
removes his helmet and hangs it on his saddle horn. "Wait here."
He
says to his knights and then pushes his big roan horse into a
walk, his
hands open to show he ment no harm.

Wulf remains
cautious, the sight of the armored knights lining the
ridge
adding pressure to the situation," be ready in case of
attack," he orders
his men before advancing slowly towards the
unarmed knight advancing. Wulf
comes to a halt a few feet from
the knight, bow still at the ready, his face
a stone
mask.

Railen bows his head gently to the savage looking man. "Lo
There Neighbor.
Nice Evening for a ride isnt it?"

Wulf remained
stoic, judging the true motives of the knight, aiming his bow
at
the knight's armored chest," you are no neighbor of my people,
what
business do you have on the land of the Que-Kiri," he says
in common, his
accent thick.

Railen shifts in his saddle, his
hand vanishing under his cloak. "Just
passing through. Im headed
for the north coast, so i an catch a ship back
to
Solamnia."

Wulf keeps his aim on the armored knight, aware of
his hand slipping beneath
his cloak," I would not try that
knight, my men behind me are not the only
warriors of the
Que-Kiri." Issuing a whistle to his men, they fan out and
prepare
for combat.

Railen chuckles gently as his Knights fall into
place behind him. "And i
have Twenty full armored Knights of
Solamnia with me. Even if that arrow
kills me, They'll surely
kill you. So its a no win situation. So why don't
you just stand
aside and let us g o.

Wulf glances past the knight, summing up
the full force of knights. He would
die if such a fight would
occure, yet more so would his men. Releasing the
tension on his
bow, he lets it sit at his side. Wulf issues another whistle
to
his men, who form up behind him hands at the pommels of their
blades.
Looking back at the knight," you have crossed into the
land of the Que-Kiri
in force, if what you say is true and you
are just passing, then myself and
my men will escort you to the
borders of my land, from there return at your
own risk for we
will not be formal the next time."

Railen shakes his head and
tosses his cloak up over his shoulder to free his
sword arm.
"Afraid im going to have to refuse that offer, Neighbor.
Your
thirty men would slow me down alot more than I have time to
be held up.
Stand aside, or draw your weapon s."

Wulf drew his
sword, each of his men following his example, and from the
back
of his lines a horn blared. More horsemen of the Que-kiri
appeared from
the horizon, awaiting such a call," you will either
accept my terms of die
as a trespasser."

Railen eyes the men on
the horizon and glances around at his men who sat
silently and
unmoving. "I never said you couldnt come along dear boy. I
only
said thirty of you would slow me down too much. I have
pressing matters to
attend too." "I'm not here to harm your land
or our people. I have a wounded
man who i need to get back to
Solamnia. Choose a smaller number of men and
you can come, or you
can kill me and call the full force of the Knights of
Solamnia
down around your ears." Railen knew it was a bluff, but against
the
odds he hoped it would work.

Wulf looked around at his men,
each ready. A fight with this group would
prove costly, yet it
could be won. Yet he did not with to bring further
enemies to his
people's doorstep. Wulf signaled for his men to peel off,
the
forces in the background fading into the horizon. Ordering
all but ten to
return, he turns to the knight," then we will
come."

Railen nods and fixes his cloak down around his armored
body. "then let us
go." He nods to his men and then thumps his
heels into the flanks of his
roan.

Wulf wheels his horse around
and takes the lead, his men remaining to the
sides in case of
betrayal. 

Author:    Wulf           
Date:     
Tue Jun 23 07:57:38 2009
Subject     Arrival

"We have
more need of allies father," he urges," without them we would
not
be able to withstand the darkening tide." Thus was the argument
Wulf
found himself in for the third time this day, the day of his
leaving. Many
days had passed since the armored knights departed
Kiri lands, and with them
a promise, aid in the coming
darkness.

"You cannot leave this land," his father stated
flatly," they are outsiders
and not to be trusted!" 

"Father, I
must do what I can for my people, your people," Wulf says as
he
seals his pack," with or without your blessing, I will go. I
will follow
those knights and see what can be done."

His father,
Chieftain of the Que-Kiri, was not pleased at the news of
his
son, the tribe's protector, leaving on a quest to follow
foreigners into a
strange land. Yet he knew the wisdom in his
son's words. Sighing, he looks
up at Wulf," You have leave to go,
but do not expect the aid of your people
in this quest. This is
your sole responsibility now, begone and be safe, my
son."

That
was a week past, looking around at strange peoples aboard the
ship,
Wulf reminded himself of what he set out to do. He had
heard word from one
of the sailors on board that they were close
to landing. He had never been
to what the knight called his
homeland, Solamnia. Yet it is where he must go
to find that
knight, to see what the gods have in store for him. He kept
to
himself as the crew docked at the port of the lord city,
Palanthas.
Begrudgingly admiring the majesty of this foreign
city, he trudged on, in
search of the knight. 

Author:
   Wulf           
Date:      Sat Jul  4 23:27:09
2009
Subject     A lesson in Temperment

Wulf managed to
wind his way through the bustling port city of Palanthas,
wearily
watching the strange comings and going of the city. Several times
he
was accosted by peddlers and beggars, yet he shrugged them off
and continued
on. He was searching for a Solamnic Knight, Railen.
A man who had crossed
his lands with his knights, a man whos
words struck Wulf to the core of his
being. After many hours of
searching, Wulf finally managed to track down
another knight who
could direct him to Railen.

Wulf soon found the aide and was
escorted to the compound where Railen
resided. Looking around to
the stone structure, he noticed with a silent awe
the grandier
even this simple structure had over the homes of his
people.
Shrugging off the feelings of inadequacy, he stood
outside the door as the
aide knocked and then dissapeared within.
Seconds later the aide returned
and allowed him entry.

Sitting
in the middle of the plain common room, Railen awaited the
young
ranger. Knowing the man to be devoit in his loyalty to his
people, Railen
had a certain respect for the man. Yet he was
still gauging the plainsman.
Watching as the young ranger
entered, Railen greeted the young man," hello
Wulf, I see you
finally found me."

Wulf scanned the common room and then turned
his attention to Railen," aye I
have." 

Railen looked to the
ranger and asked," what brings you to find me?" 

Wulf thought to
himself for a moment before he replied," I came to gauge
the
truth of your words, see about the aide of the knights for my
people in this
darkening world."

Railen understood, for he knew
his words were true in the fact of the Oath
and Measure he spoke
with the man on his way through the Que-Kiri lands. "My
words and
oaths are true Wulf." 

Looking to the ranger and seeing his
weapons he noted," do you have skill in
your weapons?"

Wulf
looked at his weapons and back to the knight," aye I do. I have
trained
with the warriors of my clan and I can hold my
own."

Railen nodded and began to stand," alright, tommorrow I
head back to Lemish
to further my fight with the goblins there,
come with me to the practice
yard and test your skill, should you
prove worthy, you will come with me."

The ranger bowed his head
and took his place with the knight as they left
the for the
practice yard.

The knight and the ranger squared off in the
practice yard, to the judging
eyes of fellow knights and their
squires. Looking at the young ranger,
Railen judged his skill and
decided it time to begin. Drawing his blade, he
looked to the
ranger," draw your blade, ranger, and prepare to
attack."

Looking at the readied knight, Wulf removed his bow and
quiver and promplty
set it aside and drew his blade, looking at
the knight's relaxed guard, he
though it best to launch a quick
attack to his unguarded flank.

Quickly, Railen dodged aside and
lashed out at Wulf's unguarded back.
Grabbing ahold of his tunic,
Railen threw down the ranger," don't be to
hasty young man,
patience is the key to victory."

With a growl, Wulf stood and
prepared for another attack. Not
underestimating the knights'
skill this time, he made a quick lunge for
Railen's right
side.

Once again the senior knight struck away the ranger's
blow, this time
knocking him flat on his ass," never let anger
get the best of you."

Feeling humiliated by this knight, Wulf
growled and charged him, roaring an
oath to his god, Kiri Jolith.


Railen dashed to the side and tripped Wulf, disarming the
ranger in the
process. 

Wulf grinned," anger is a good tool,
makes it easy for someone to
underestimate you," he says as he
tackled the knight to the ground,
disarming him as well. Wulf now
stood between Railen and his blade, and
Railen knew it. Looking
past the ranger to his blade, he was unprepared for
Wulf's quick
dash past him.

Getting in close, Wulf lashed out at Railen's
unprotected back and connected
a solid blow. 

Turning Railen
retalitated with a solid strike to the ranger's face that
left
him staggering backwards.

Shaking the blow off, Wulf looked up
at the knight and stood, albeit it a
little wearily. Coming in
close to spar again, Wulf tried to attack the
knight again but
Railen proved faster.

Soon the ranger was on the ground
unconcious, victim to a savage blow to the
jaw delivered by
Railen. Looking at the unconcious ranger he thought," the
boy has
potential." Summoning two knights to take Wulf to a common
room,
Railen made note of the ranger and departed, making plans
for their return
to Lemish. 

Author:    Wulf          

Date:      Fri Jul 17 20:30:30 2009
Subject     Why's
the Rum always Gone?

Wulf stood against the railing at
the harbor of Palanthas. Lost deep in
thought, mind mulling over
the last few grueling days training with his Lord
and learning
the ways of the knights. He still thought of the times on
the
plains, and the thoughts of his people often came to the
surface when he
spent time alone.

Yet soon his thoughts were
disturbed as a rather unsavoury man staggered
drunkenly towards a
post. Taking several swigs from a bottle of rum he
looked up at
the posting nailed to the pole. Reaching up, he tore off the
sign
and threw the crumpled paper to the floor. Turning to leave, he
began
to stumble down the road, rum in hand.

Annoyed that his
thoughts were disturbed on this clear evening, he looked at
the
man in disgust. The man should have more respect for himself
than
stumbling around drunk. Walking over and picking up the
paper, he unfurled
it and scanned the person on the wanted ad.
When the recognition hit, the
paper fell and his hand held his
blade. "Halt, pirate. Release your blade
and come with me and you
will not be harmed. Failing to do so, well thats an
option you
don't want to take."

The pirate turned and looked at the warrior
with his blade drawn," put your
blade down boy, and have a
drink."

Wulf shook off the temptation to unwind and chose the
Solamnic path
instead," you are a wanted criminal, either release
your blade and submit,
or draw your blade and prepare."

The
pirate grinned and drew his slender rapier. Standing away from
the boy
he took a long swig of his rum as the knight in training
attacked.

Quickly saluting his opponent, Wulf slashed out at the
drunken pirate. He
flew past the pirate as he dodged Wulf's
attack. Swinging around he slashed
out again, smashing the rum
bottle to shards, spilling the liquid about the
pirate.

Looking
at the neck of the rum bottle in his hand, the pirate looked back
at
Wulf," why's the rum always gone?"

Wulf offered one more time
for the pirate to relent, to no avail. After
trying to
unsuccessfully attack the pirate again, Wulf feigned a
retreat.
Turning his sheathed his blade and took a few steps
away.

Seeing the man turn to leave the Pirate had let his guard
down ever so
slightly. Enough for him to be caught in the
shoulder as Wulf turned, knife
in hand, and embedded the thrown
blade deep in his shoulder. Clutching his
wounded shoulder, the
pirate turned and fled down the docks. Heading for an
empty spot
in the docks in which to dive. 

"Your wounded pirate, submit and
follow me, you have no where else to go,"
Wulf ordered.

To this
the pirate almost grinned, with a flourish of his unwounded arm,
he
bowed with a flourish of his hat," remember this day knight,
as the day you
almost caught Captain Morgan," the pirate said as
he turned and dived into
the harbor. 

Scowling at his
unsuccessful capture of the pirate, Wulf turned and headed
back
to the compound to report this to his superiors. 

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