Maunyabastian
04-22-2015, 09:05 AM
Nightshade was noble-born to the house of Mt. Spyr, the greatest of the landed castles in the old kingdom of Nordr. Before the Fall, as the King’s wants grew strange, and his court grew crowded with sorcerers and charlatans, the house of Mt. Spyr was the first to rise against the avarice of the throne. No longer willing to pay homage and fealty, they instead sent six-thousand swords into the capital, where they were wiped out in the Alpha Wolves' great war. And then came the teeth behind the old truth: When you strike a king’s neck, you had better take his head. Enraged by the betrayal, the king exterminated the vast Mt. Spyr bloodline, sparing only the lord of the house and his youngest son, Nightshade.
Before all the royal court, with the disgraced lord chained to the ornate marble floor, the King bade his magicians transform the boy into a wolf so that he might tear out his own father’s throat. “Do this,” the king said, “so that Lord Mt. Spyr will understand the bite of betrayal.” Powerful magic was invoked, and the child was transformed. But though his body was changed, his spirit remained intact, and instead of biting the exposed neck of his father, he attacked his handlers, tearing them to pieces. A dozen of the King’s knights perished under the wolf’s teeth before they managed to drive it off into the night. Lord Mt. Spyr laughed from his chains even as the King ran him through with a sword.
Now the heir to the lost house of Mt. Spyr, Nightshade wanders the trail as the Lycan, part warrior, part wolf, in search of justice for all that he lost.
Sheep may talk peace with a wolf, but the wolf always answers the same. No.
Before all the royal court, with the disgraced lord chained to the ornate marble floor, the King bade his magicians transform the boy into a wolf so that he might tear out his own father’s throat. “Do this,” the king said, “so that Lord Mt. Spyr will understand the bite of betrayal.” Powerful magic was invoked, and the child was transformed. But though his body was changed, his spirit remained intact, and instead of biting the exposed neck of his father, he attacked his handlers, tearing them to pieces. A dozen of the King’s knights perished under the wolf’s teeth before they managed to drive it off into the night. Lord Mt. Spyr laughed from his chains even as the King ran him through with a sword.
Now the heir to the lost house of Mt. Spyr, Nightshade wanders the trail as the Lycan, part warrior, part wolf, in search of justice for all that he lost.
Sheep may talk peace with a wolf, but the wolf always answers the same. No.