Wrath, is it evident here? (Open: With Stipulation)

[Coal_Oblivion]

(Open: Stipulations include, creatively tie yourself into my storyline; friend or foe, this will include in game to. No DFO player dies; only made up characters)

A long way it has been, since dark swept the lands of where I was born. I keep asking the same question... Am I a man? Or a monster...

How did I get this far, I am a Wraith. Perhaps a soldier who forgets who he once was; I gaze down for a drink and look into myself; I am hollow, a mere reflection of nothing. I gaze down at my sword, for it is hollow as I am. Sharp and deadly...

I put out the fire; I begin to gaze down a rocky ride. I cannot identify all I know is drift down there.

My cloak covers me, with my light armor underneath; with not a single scratch on it. Fire wreaths within me, again hollow as I am it stays with me. My armor and cloak and longsword consist of shades and hues. There's no color to me.

I glide down the stony ledge, like feather calm and swift I am. What I observered happened to be a gnoll. He's tieing his spear, but I will end it all.

I never appreciated a gnoll, even through my anemia I always disliked them. Transparent and hollow I would appear to even a man with an eye such as a bird of prey. And in the shadow right in front of the gnoll I would observe him.

Pity, for a great hunter, the foolish dog never looked up once at where I was, though you couldn't see me. I still had a faint odor.

As he was fashioning his spear, but I wouldn't allow this to happen; I would reach down and touch the rope where the rock blade met the carven pole. It would smolder.

The gnoll would soon wizen up. He didn't know where I was but he knew I was close. I found it amusing that he would never sniff the air; I would soon come out of my stealth abilities. And here stood before him, Wraith. Maybe an apparition to him, but I was an enemy. He would lunge at me with ferocity, easily, I sidestepped his attack.

He wasn't worthy of my blade, I made haste to summon a firestorm. He would make for a fast retreat. Then like a flash, he was gone, wounded and to die.

Back to my stealth, I would roam through the woods. Up over another ledge, and down a hill. To a town, it possessed to familiarity. A quaint; dry town, buzzing with aristocracy and wealth; all for the riches and not for the poor, amusing I would have my fun.

This time, a wall of flame is what I would use to split the corrupt town in half. Chaos would persue; none to put the fire out.

Rain came and I let the fire extinguish. Order and the proper actions would be taken to ensure a safer town. Perhaps now they will see the corruption coming from their own hands.

Back into the fields I would wander; often I rather not be bothered. Night would fall, I realized one thing. It will be born, I said to myself. We will exist...

My power is only limited to one person; I'd gaze at the night sky and remove my cloak. My eyes where blue; I could be seen. I loved the stars and at that moment I said to myself I must assemble a wide array of elite warriors and mages; but who are this solo acts I must unify?

Who are you? I gazed down into a puddle...

[Chungo]

OOC: Very nice!
I have a few characters in mind, however need to know if we are limited to just the six races?

[Coal_Oblivion]

Keep it Darkfall, that's all I ask.

[Chungo]

I come from scavengers; unskilled scavengers.
We build nothing. We create nothing. We give nothing.
All we do is take; take from others with our might.
Once we have taken, we use, we sit, sleep, fight amongst ourselves and mate, until it is time to take again.

I am different. I used the time between taking to learn, to build and to create.
I went into each building and studied the tools and the belongings of the former inhabitants.

I learned. I talked to the slaves; asking them questions, learning their languages, learning their tools, learning their fighting styles and learning their crafts.
I built. I took the tools and built my own house, built my own wagons, my own built and built numerous other items.
I created. I created my own armor, my own weapons and my own tools.

I ignore. I ignore the others, not wanting to take part in any of their activities, except for the mating and fighting. Oh, the mating, of course, I continue with the mating.

I fought well at first, my size matching the size of the largest in our tribe. As I learned, built and created I soon fought without an equal. I stopped losing, and with winning, came more mating.

I have children. Children are raised by the whole tribe rather than by individuals, as done in other cultures, as I learned from the slaves. We do not mate with one individual, I may mate with a female, who in turn, later that day, may mate with another.

I know my children. I can see the stars in their eyes. They are the ones who want to learn, build and create. So I taught them how to learn on their own, as I did. The greatest gift I could give.

I left. I left my tribe, my children and my name; it belongs to them, to the past. I am now nameless, until I can find another.

I built a boat. I sailed till I found land.

The inhabitants here flee from me; scared of my size, my horns, my cloven hooves, my weapons but more importantly scared of my differences. I ignore them, they have nothing I need.

I search, search for a name.