Post by Larka on Jun 18, 2008 15:22:05 GMT -5
Death Sight
It has been many years. Many years since the spirit of Larka and that of Fell passed beyond the Red Meadow. There had been relative peace, all went well.
That is, until someone challenged the old leader of the Balkar. Little is known of this Varg, even to many of the Balkar, they remain a mystery. Under the rule of this new Varg, the Balkar started to come out of the shadows it had been lurking in since the death of the great Black and White ones. They began to spread out, pushing the boarders of their lands, encompassing many of the other packs in the area. The packs, they either joined forces with the Balkar, their weaker members eventually weeded out, the stronger trained in the ways of the Balkar, or they fled. Many turned to Kerl.
It finally passed that one Varg stepped up from those who fled, gathered up followers, and headed for the Three Sisters Mountains, there leading the newly born Rebels. They offered protection for those driven out by the Balkar, peace for those who wanted it, to rid the land of the oppression of the Balkar; The opportunity to fight back. Many soon joined them, building their forces higher and stronger.
Then one cold, dark night, three Varg seemed to start raving, one from the Balkar, one from the Rebels, and one from the Kerl; Neither had been known to have the Sight before. One clear thing though, came out of their ravings:
When the eye of the moon is bereft of it's light,
When the snow obscures the land in white,
Led by the light and by the damned,
Two opposing forces condemned
To search for those marked, white and black,
To steal them apart while each attack.
For those that must know, this act will take place
In the shadow of the Stone disgrace.
So come all now, and look to the earth
Or else you shall miss their moment of birth.
Over time, led by their Sight,
Overshadowed by those black and white,
Two shall flee to far away,
Meeting up at dawn of day,
Call to the skies at the summoning hour
The Searchers they shall then empower.
To bring balance to the world, to bring truth
To fight for what's right, with claw and tooth.
The reward shall be great, and the curse lifted,
Absolute power, shall here be gifted...
When the snow obscures the land in white,
Led by the light and by the damned,
Two opposing forces condemned
To search for those marked, white and black,
To steal them apart while each attack.
For those that must know, this act will take place
In the shadow of the Stone disgrace.
So come all now, and look to the earth
Or else you shall miss their moment of birth.
Over time, led by their Sight,
Overshadowed by those black and white,
Two shall flee to far away,
Meeting up at dawn of day,
Call to the skies at the summoning hour
The Searchers they shall then empower.
To bring balance to the world, to bring truth
To fight for what's right, with claw and tooth.
The reward shall be great, and the curse lifted,
Absolute power, shall here be gifted...
The ravings lasted all that cold, dark night, only subsiding with the dawning of the new day. Each of these Varg soon discovered that they now possessed the Sight. Word soon caught, and what had by now become known as the Prophecy, spread about the Varg of each side, and all those in between.
And so here we find ourselves. Caught between two warring forces, each leader baffled by some peculiar ramblings. Is what the Prophecy says true? Or is it simply the ravings of a few old Varg? If so, then how did it all come at exactly the same time, on the same night? Many questions surround the Varg nowadays, its our job to sort out the truth from the lies, the right from the wrong, and ultimately the future of all Varg kind...
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