At the end of the age of Var'Gus (Dark Sun), battles raged, pitting one tribe of Ekrons against the other. In those dark days, not even the children of each tribe could speak to one another, and marriages were forbidden. When the year came when battles no longer waned and peoples could not rest, a great sorrow rooted into the prideful breasts of all warriors and their families. They began to seek out a sign from their gods, to beckon and plead to them for one who would come and bring peace to their warring tribes.
What came was an answer in the eyes of all of them. A bastard among all of the tribes and one considered below the station of even a slave. Kinslayer by accident, in a matter that had been brought upon by the woman that had born him had labeled him as Shul ut'Vir -- Never To Belong (Outcast). By this name he was called when the dreams of the twelve tribes of Ekron began to plague him where he had taken refuge and made a home for himself in the mountains in the land of Brael.
It was a humble living, but never a restful one. He had taken a village girl, he called sh'spa, that would serve him and keep him company. She was not of the tribes and that much was good for Shul ut'Vir. It strengthened him for war to come and steadfast leadership to play out until he had passed the mark of a hundred years. When came his fortieth year, his fifteenth in exile, the dreams plagued him and drove him and hs vassal to find each of the tribes. A year of travelling and talks brought two distinct outcomes: Those who wished an end to sufferage brought from the onslaught of continous battling amongst themselves ... and those who would rather die than to drink from the same waterskin of one from another tribe.
Shul ut'Vir and sh'spa met with those who longed for peace upon the ancient meeting place of Ikoreth. Rolling foothills with the mountains of Brael standing harshly in the background to watch over the pending, great war to come that would decide the fate of all tribes.
Shul ut'Vir was not a tall or overly powerful man of brute strength, but he walked with wisdom and his eyes were keen to notice the smaller things. When talks had turned to weapons making and repair, when weapons were at hand and men stood ready the women who could not bear arms and servants that would be needed for later were send into the forest of Lethis (Shadows) to hide themselves and the children until all was over.
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The hills were covered and blood -- the grass blackened with it -- and while the cries of lament rose with the acrid smoke the call to lead rang out to the one who had led them through battle amongst themselves and banded them together. The called out Llothgar, naming him for the mythical, twelve-horned beast that could never die. Llothgar took the place as Qelin Tor (Great Leader or King) over all the tribes.
The age of Var'Gus was over and Llothgar's had begun. Llothgar had died hundreds of years ago, and still the barbarian tribes who had followed him still carry his name though ages had long passed.
What came was an answer in the eyes of all of them. A bastard among all of the tribes and one considered below the station of even a slave. Kinslayer by accident, in a matter that had been brought upon by the woman that had born him had labeled him as Shul ut'Vir -- Never To Belong (Outcast). By this name he was called when the dreams of the twelve tribes of Ekron began to plague him where he had taken refuge and made a home for himself in the mountains in the land of Brael.
It was a humble living, but never a restful one. He had taken a village girl, he called sh'spa, that would serve him and keep him company. She was not of the tribes and that much was good for Shul ut'Vir. It strengthened him for war to come and steadfast leadership to play out until he had passed the mark of a hundred years. When came his fortieth year, his fifteenth in exile, the dreams plagued him and drove him and hs vassal to find each of the tribes. A year of travelling and talks brought two distinct outcomes: Those who wished an end to sufferage brought from the onslaught of continous battling amongst themselves ... and those who would rather die than to drink from the same waterskin of one from another tribe.
Shul ut'Vir and sh'spa met with those who longed for peace upon the ancient meeting place of Ikoreth. Rolling foothills with the mountains of Brael standing harshly in the background to watch over the pending, great war to come that would decide the fate of all tribes.
Shul ut'Vir was not a tall or overly powerful man of brute strength, but he walked with wisdom and his eyes were keen to notice the smaller things. When talks had turned to weapons making and repair, when weapons were at hand and men stood ready the women who could not bear arms and servants that would be needed for later were send into the forest of Lethis (Shadows) to hide themselves and the children until all was over.
* * *
The hills were covered and blood -- the grass blackened with it -- and while the cries of lament rose with the acrid smoke the call to lead rang out to the one who had led them through battle amongst themselves and banded them together. The called out Llothgar, naming him for the mythical, twelve-horned beast that could never die. Llothgar took the place as Qelin Tor (Great Leader or King) over all the tribes.
The age of Var'Gus was over and Llothgar's had begun. Llothgar had died hundreds of years ago, and still the barbarian tribes who had followed him still carry his name though ages had long passed.