Description
Before you stands a sleek form, covered in matted, wheat-
colored fur from tip to toe. Slashed across his back are
several thin stripes in a light-brown color. Two pointy
ears adorn his head and twitch about every now and then to
catch the sounds around him. His royal blue, feline eyes
has solemn, and slightly tired gaze to them as they peek
out from under thin brows to take in the surroundings. His
tail lazily weave patterns in the air behind him as he moves
about with the fluid grace of his kind, though a certain
stiffness is clear in his motions as if his form is burdened
by his years. Small patches of fur are missing on his arms
and torso, scars showing clearly through the ragged fur there
as well as on his paws, dire witnesses of past battles.
Role
Looking back
Added Wed Dec 3 17:14:58 2003 at level 51:
Where am I? It's a question that has come to my mind over and over again lately and as
time flows by, it makes itself known time after time again with that nagging feeling in
the back of my head. Every time though, I pause and stop, looking back down the road I
have walked, a long and bloody one in search of an answer. What lies there besides
bloodshed? Some of those answers I know at least as they float towards me. Friendship.
Accomplishment. Love. Rightousness. But what is the accomplishment? I have lost track of
battles I've fought, some victorious, some not, yet with each one I've felt that something
changed, something moved forward.
Perhaps that is why I'll never know where I am, since I'm always moving. I feel my days
in Thera are decreasing in number, yet I feel no bitterness over this, for I know there
are those who will raise the spear in my stead and do so with strength that is slipping
from my arms.
But it's not over yet, there is still a way before me to be snuck down. More blood to spill.
One day... I'll be free.
What if the war ends?
Added Tue Aug 19 20:00:36 2003 at level 51:
My paws are aching from time to time now but it's nothing compared to what some
of those I've met must feel. The war... so bloody, so furious at times but most
of all... it has become a part of me. A part I find it harder and harder to imagine
I could be without. The question was raised... what would I do when this battle
is over? Such simple words, yet their impact was greater than any blow I've felt.
What would I do? Currently I simply do not know... it will be a great void to fill.
Yet as I look at those around me I gain a new sense of confidence for I know they
will always be there to support me and helping me on my path. But the thought won't
go away still... what do I have to go back to? A shack that have stood unattended for
years? Not likely. What remains? A felar and his spear trudging the road... But as
they say, that is a problem for another day. This day, the Light will triumph once more.
Previous role
Added Fri Jun 13 19:24:08 2003 at level 39:
It was so easy back then... I got my contracts and grabbed my
things, then it was just to find the caravan and report for duty.
Work was in abundance, I had all I could ask for and more yet
there was something missing. Was it thrill? No, the bandits gave
me that. Fighting? Hardly. Had I had my way the desert would have
been scoured from the bandit-plague by now.
Without being able to pinpoint exactly what it was that I craved,
I toiled, fought and guarded what I was paid to guard. Perhaps it
was my kin I missed during those long and most often excruciatingly
hot days. To be around others... like me, home in the encampment,
in the wonderful chill and the biting winds, hunting over the tundra.
I should have seen it coming perhaps, the concern of parents for
their offspring. I did not reflect much about with whom or how I
hunted back then, they were my friends. My parents must have seen
something in them, for when I was eleven years old or so they took
me and my siblings with them and moved to Blackclaw, my... home.
I was still looking at life through somewhat naive eyes by this time,
I thought I could always live with my parents. They cared for me now,
why not in the future? Alas, how harsh the truth of life can be.
Soon I found myself lounging about and looking for work before being
recruited as a guard. It took a while to learn the ropes, so to say,
but it went rather quickly.
Not a day after that went by without me passing by that dark pit out
there. The tales circulating about it were more than you could count
on your claws many times over. They all held something in common
though, not a single one was about anything remotely resembling merry.
Rather, every one seemed to try and outboast all the others in
horror and gruesome details. I was more or less forced to listen, my
ears were so used to snatching up everything around that they would not
even give me the slight respite during night.
Curious. How could I not be? Was it all true? In an attempt to escape
the exaggerated stories I one night snuck away, closer to the pit.
Now what a sight it was... or lack of sight might be a better
description. Darker than the night itself, that... shade loomed there
by where I imagined the entrance to be. Stealth was wasted on the thing
for he must have caught my scent from far away, shooing me away with
but one word, "GO!" and a look with eyes that could burn through any
good-spirited soul and turn it to smoldering ashes.
Fascination can be a very powerful thing though and I suspect this is
what overtook my that night. Time and again I would leave my caravan
to sneak out and observe that dark spot in a comparative bright night.
Even the stars blazed as the sun in comparsion to what was held in
there. Drawn towards it, I soon found about how far I could go without
catching the attention of that damnable shade and so I settled down on
the sands... and watched.
The people moving in and out of there were ones I had never seen before,
elves with skin dark as the night itself, lumbering giants that could
be heard from miles away and some things that I do not have a proper
name in any mortal tongue. I saw them bring in others, strangers to my
eyes but the odd thing was... I never saw these people leave the dark-
ness again. Hoping for the best I remained many a night on my spot, the
caravan now forgotten altogether. Until that night... the cruel, sad
night when I saw them return with new priso
His resolve growing stronger
Added Thu Jul 3 08:29:11 2003 at level 45:
What was that dream? It felt so, odd. Standing there watching the Brigade
striking out against the darkness, he felt as... what was it he felt like?
Wasn't he belonging there among them? Had he erred in some way?
Naturally, he pondered on this many a long night, but he kept his thoughts to
himself for now, he did not wish to plant a seed of doubt on his heart and
intentions among all those who stood with him if the latter was true. Always
these if's...
Several weeks later, the dream itself had faded to the back of his mind, but
it hadn't disappeared and kept surfacing on those nights when he lay under the
stars, pondering on his life and ways. Though just as he drifted off to sleep,
one thing was always prominent: His resolve strengthened and with new faith in
himself and those around him, he would one day be there when darkness was finally
expelled from this world and the Light would shine down upon Thera and bathe
the world in it's soothing embrace.
Waking again the following morning. A light breakfast. Peer out over his
surroundings. Grip his blade. And so the hunt for the darkness behins anew.
He might fall, but he would rise to strike again, just like the Phoenix being
reborn from it's ashes.