How It Began... Jul 1, 2011 3:11:53 GMT -5
Post by ||Aaka|| on Jul 1, 2011 3:11:53 GMT -5
Story Of The Order
Centuries ago, before the New Land was discovered, there was a series of tribes that managed to live harmoniously together in the northwestern part of that land. But the peace did not last as they had hoped it would. It was not long before war broke out between the tribes. Ruled by their own greed and hate they turned on one another. No one could be trusted. The hearts of the people were burdened by the shed blood. This time became known as the 'Time of the tears of blood' because of the tears that were shed for all those that were lost. Eventually the small tribes formed together into four large tribes. These tribes were known as the Druid, Avalon, Shadow, and Inferno tribes.
The Druid hiding themselves in the forests on a sacred mountain called Celestial. Their tribal village unknown to outsiders. The Avalon residing on the western side of the Celestial Mountain in a valley filled with green lush. The Shadow tribe made their domain northeast of Celestial Mountain far behind the mountains deep within the woods and the plains of their land. The Inferno tribe, separating themselves from the others, made their lives in the most southern part of the area lodging on the cliffs and the meadows that rest behind them. The Druid and Avalon tribes formed allies as did the Shadow and Inferno.
After almost a hundred years of tension and hostility between them the leaders of the four tribes arranged a meeting on the peak of Celestial Mountain. The night was dreary and cold, but it seemed to hold promise for the people of each tribe. Perhaps a peace agreement would be arranged they thought. Little did they know that their leaders still had revenge sketched into their souls. Though it had long been known that resentment and bloodshed upon that sacred mountain was forbidden, the leaders hid a weapon upon them that they may use it to cast their enemy down. As the four men came together they simultaneously drew their weapons. Before either could react a blinding light shot down and illuminated the entire mountain top. Time itself seemed to halt. It is said that ancestral spirits descended upon them and stood in the midst of them. Their faces formed with grief at what had become of the four tribes. This animosity had to stop.
So the spirits decided what would be done. They transformed each man into an animal. Not just any animal though, mind you. No, this animal was one of wisdom and strength. Though wild it was calm. It could not exist properly except with its own kind. The wolf. That night the ancestral spirits gave each man, along with most of the tribe members, the ability to take the form of the wolf. This was done by combining the spirit of a wolf with that person's spirit. The months that followed were ones of terror and confusion. The four tribes had ceased their raids against each other so they could learn to control the wolf spirits that roared inside of them. Those who had the spirit of the wolf inside of them became known as the Changers. The Changers formed packs for each of their tribes and became the guardians for them.
Since then the fighting has ceased, but the hostility still remains beneath the surface threatening to boil over. Will there ever be true peace?