Post by Aodhfin Arach Cara Duinn Ithir on May 25, 2009 10:02:46 GMT -5
Many moons ago, a boy was born into the ranks of a Circle of Druids. These Druids, armed with naught but themselves and Nature's Blessings, had done what few had ever tried or succeeded to accomplish: these Wild Folk (as some came to call them) walked and communed with dragons. They were known as Dragonwalkers. And the boy was...is...me.
They named me Aodhfin Arach Cara Duinn An Ithir, The White Fire Dragon Of The Earth. This was due to my paleness as a child, accompanied with my intense inner fire and affinity to Dragons of the Earth. One day, the Dragons, the Ancient Ones that guarded us and taught us the secrets, began to disappear. We did not understand why at first; you see, the Ancient Ones had been with us for time immemorial. Therefore, we did not question their absences-only when they did not return did we question. So we consulted the stars, the trees, and the elements. As the elders searched for answers, I searched for signs to point me in the right direction. I found one.....just outside our Sacred Grove. It was a legion of warriors, accosting one of the Ancient Ones.....I had come too late to save Her, and at the sight of the...barbarians....butchering Her to gorge themselves, I flew into a rage. I called upon the Ancients spirits, and was filled with their might....at a cost to my eyes and part of my soul. I became the first to truly be known as Siul Le Arachs....One Who Walks With Dragons, a Dragonwalker in Mind, Body, and Soul. I became an Ancient in my rage......and almost died as one as well. Two more scores of heathens appeared from a large roadway, to assist in the stripping of Her flesh......in the end, the grass was stained with their unclean blood, mingled with Hers and mine. My only salvation was that the Ancient Power stayed with me, infusing me and healing me.....again at the same cost. I have learned since then to control it, as I do not understand this Power I wield in me. Simultaneously, I learned the name of those Wretched Ones.......the flag they hide behind is deception, with the pretense of a New World Order....the NWO. My Sacred Grove has been long razed, but I found solace in the dual knowledge of the Ancients resting within me, far from the pilfering hands of the barbarians.....and that I have befriended others that oppose them: the Alterrans. Perhaps I will learn to forgive the Wretched Ones of their brutality; once I have helped the Grove return to it's natural state. Perhaps not......many lives and destinies still hang in the balance, and I must continue my search for the remaining Ancients. I have heard tell from the captured warriors that some of the Ancients have been captured, as they had mastered the Wretched Ones language. I hope to liberate them soon, as there is also tell of torture to try and learn the Secrets......the only one who may their Secrets is the Dragonwalker.....and I am the last of my kind until my son is strong enough.....I pray that the NWO does not incite my wrath any farther......or I may not be able to control the Ancient Power.....I do not like the idea of hurting the Alterrans because of the Wretched Ones mistakes......so I train and meditate each day to try to increase my control over myself. I remember an Ancient told me as a baby....
"Do not incite the wrath of an Ancient of Dragonkind, as they are not prone to overabundances of mercy....those that stoke the fires are always the first to burn when they blow too hard."
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Some of you may not believe in the lineage of Dragonwalkers...this is accepted, as there have been many times in my life that I truly wondered if I was merely living in a dream world. After all, few people actually claim to personally know a Dragon, let alone more than one. I suppose to help more people understand, I should delve deeper into the guarded past, so that you may understand. And perhaps...I will understand more clearly as well.
Long before the ash blackened the sky, when the world lived in tenuous peace, a Druidic cult (as they were called by all "experts" in the occult) left northern Ireland and came to the country known as America. Of course, they had to hide their beliefs just as much and just as thoroughly as in their home country, but that was of little consequence to them. This was long before I was born, before the Second World War (as some books I have found related). This pilgrimage, as my forefathers called it, was the only one of its kind. My ascendants never left our Sacred Grove in Ireland, nor had ever consulted with the Ancients to do so. However, the Ancients foretold a coming blackness that would cover the land and destroy the Sacred Grove......and that we would need to find new allies to fight the darkness. My forefathers were told to look to the stars for guidance......but they did not heed. Instead, they withdrew the shield from our Grove, drained and stored its energies and spirits, and fled with the hopes that they could avoid the darkness. They lived in peace and solitude in the forests of what the Americans called a national park.....the rangers (as they were called), knew nothing about us, for the Elders shield isolated us from the world. Many years passed....and then the darkness came. It clouded the skies and turned the world colder......thankfully, the Ancient Ones added their strength to the Elders and kept the surrounding forests safe. The only thing that changed in the Grove was that no one ever saw the rangers again.
Several years later, my story began. After speaking with some of the Alterrans such as Tiberius, I was able to fill in the holes that our isolation brought about. Three years after what the Alterrans call the Twenty Three Minute Decimation, I was born. The Ancients knew what was in store for the world ahead, and so began to mature me with their magic, unknown to the Elders or my parents. It was the first secret that they did not share with us.....
By the War of the Roses in PCE 10, I had been matured enough that I could care for myself. By PCE 15, the Ancient Dragons had dwindled in numbers.....and yet I never sensed them leaving or dying. After my initial battle with the NWO on that fateful day that I joined with the Spirits of the Dragons, I searched for reasons. Through the Power they gave me by binding to my soul, I have finally been revealed the truth. The Ancients never left......they had created a failsafe in case the Elders did not heed them and their teachings: me. You see, the Dragons could not be seen by others they do not wish to be seen by. In that aspect, they are Spirits. However, they are not Spirits to the extent that they are quite real and tangible....when they want you to see them. They are quite literally Forces of Nature, and as such are tied to Nature. Thus when Nature suffered from the T.T.M.D.....so did they. They retreated far into themselves, and activated the failsafe that their magic had created. Thus they seemed to disappear, while I grew in power and the Shield weakened. The few Ancients that abhorred the idea of using a child were the ones that were killed and captured by the NWO, as their magic failed with Nature. As for the Sacred Grove....I regret that I am the reason for the razing of the Grove. When the NWO learned of the deaths of three of their legions they destroyed the forest, and the Grove and my brethren with it. I hope that this knowledge will help more to understand where I come from.
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Honestly, Aodhfin never formally trained with weapons....there was no reason for it, as the Dragons and the Elders kept the entire community from the rest of the world. For anyone that has played WoW, it's a bit like the Emerald Dream. The dragons and druids are in this world, but can retreat to another that is in this world and outside of it, and only seen by those that they wish to teach or show things too (I think that's the understanding of it at least). However, though the Elders didn't teach him combat, the Ancients did. He had several teachers, but didn't complete his training before the failsafe was activated and the magic drew them into him. Incidentally, when he called for the Ancient's spirits, he was already bonded to them through their magic. Therefore, he was really just summoning their power. He just didn't know it. Back to topic....Here's a list of what they had completed.
Sturm in den Sinn kommen- Florentine
Riesen-Schwert der Erde- Greatsword (red)
Hämmern der Ahnen- Warhanmer (red)
Riesen-Kürzung der Drachen- Greataxe (red, double-bladed)
Schwert-keine-Strom- Sword and Board (mind, they didn't have time to finish this part, nor the archery or polearms)
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Ok, those are my previous posts from the Alterra boards. Now, since I'm leaning towards the AoM and changing my persona from a druid to a dragonknight. I'm working on the story arc that will fill the gap and explain my turn towards the darker aspects of war.......
i.e. Druid=Good, peaceful, treehugger
Dragonknight= Borderline evil, avenger, bloodthirsty
Hopefully that helps with any questions....now, on to the garb. I don't have the money for armor right now, but I can still look pretty dang cool. fc06.deviantart.com/fs26/f/2008/082/1/6/Kingdom_Hearts_3__Chaser_WP_by_spirapride.jpg
Hopefully this pic comes through, cuz I was thinking of creating a helm from foam (obviously not for armor, since I can't afford it, but for garb as a dragonknight) and it would look a lot like one of the helms. Quite honestly, I'm thinking of modeling the armor and helm after the characters in this pic from KH3. Garbwise, it would probably just be foam until I get more cash (probably not until after the summer). What do you guys think? Would it be legal and doable?
They named me Aodhfin Arach Cara Duinn An Ithir, The White Fire Dragon Of The Earth. This was due to my paleness as a child, accompanied with my intense inner fire and affinity to Dragons of the Earth. One day, the Dragons, the Ancient Ones that guarded us and taught us the secrets, began to disappear. We did not understand why at first; you see, the Ancient Ones had been with us for time immemorial. Therefore, we did not question their absences-only when they did not return did we question. So we consulted the stars, the trees, and the elements. As the elders searched for answers, I searched for signs to point me in the right direction. I found one.....just outside our Sacred Grove. It was a legion of warriors, accosting one of the Ancient Ones.....I had come too late to save Her, and at the sight of the...barbarians....butchering Her to gorge themselves, I flew into a rage. I called upon the Ancients spirits, and was filled with their might....at a cost to my eyes and part of my soul. I became the first to truly be known as Siul Le Arachs....One Who Walks With Dragons, a Dragonwalker in Mind, Body, and Soul. I became an Ancient in my rage......and almost died as one as well. Two more scores of heathens appeared from a large roadway, to assist in the stripping of Her flesh......in the end, the grass was stained with their unclean blood, mingled with Hers and mine. My only salvation was that the Ancient Power stayed with me, infusing me and healing me.....again at the same cost. I have learned since then to control it, as I do not understand this Power I wield in me. Simultaneously, I learned the name of those Wretched Ones.......the flag they hide behind is deception, with the pretense of a New World Order....the NWO. My Sacred Grove has been long razed, but I found solace in the dual knowledge of the Ancients resting within me, far from the pilfering hands of the barbarians.....and that I have befriended others that oppose them: the Alterrans. Perhaps I will learn to forgive the Wretched Ones of their brutality; once I have helped the Grove return to it's natural state. Perhaps not......many lives and destinies still hang in the balance, and I must continue my search for the remaining Ancients. I have heard tell from the captured warriors that some of the Ancients have been captured, as they had mastered the Wretched Ones language. I hope to liberate them soon, as there is also tell of torture to try and learn the Secrets......the only one who may their Secrets is the Dragonwalker.....and I am the last of my kind until my son is strong enough.....I pray that the NWO does not incite my wrath any farther......or I may not be able to control the Ancient Power.....I do not like the idea of hurting the Alterrans because of the Wretched Ones mistakes......so I train and meditate each day to try to increase my control over myself. I remember an Ancient told me as a baby....
"Do not incite the wrath of an Ancient of Dragonkind, as they are not prone to overabundances of mercy....those that stoke the fires are always the first to burn when they blow too hard."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Some of you may not believe in the lineage of Dragonwalkers...this is accepted, as there have been many times in my life that I truly wondered if I was merely living in a dream world. After all, few people actually claim to personally know a Dragon, let alone more than one. I suppose to help more people understand, I should delve deeper into the guarded past, so that you may understand. And perhaps...I will understand more clearly as well.
Long before the ash blackened the sky, when the world lived in tenuous peace, a Druidic cult (as they were called by all "experts" in the occult) left northern Ireland and came to the country known as America. Of course, they had to hide their beliefs just as much and just as thoroughly as in their home country, but that was of little consequence to them. This was long before I was born, before the Second World War (as some books I have found related). This pilgrimage, as my forefathers called it, was the only one of its kind. My ascendants never left our Sacred Grove in Ireland, nor had ever consulted with the Ancients to do so. However, the Ancients foretold a coming blackness that would cover the land and destroy the Sacred Grove......and that we would need to find new allies to fight the darkness. My forefathers were told to look to the stars for guidance......but they did not heed. Instead, they withdrew the shield from our Grove, drained and stored its energies and spirits, and fled with the hopes that they could avoid the darkness. They lived in peace and solitude in the forests of what the Americans called a national park.....the rangers (as they were called), knew nothing about us, for the Elders shield isolated us from the world. Many years passed....and then the darkness came. It clouded the skies and turned the world colder......thankfully, the Ancient Ones added their strength to the Elders and kept the surrounding forests safe. The only thing that changed in the Grove was that no one ever saw the rangers again.
Several years later, my story began. After speaking with some of the Alterrans such as Tiberius, I was able to fill in the holes that our isolation brought about. Three years after what the Alterrans call the Twenty Three Minute Decimation, I was born. The Ancients knew what was in store for the world ahead, and so began to mature me with their magic, unknown to the Elders or my parents. It was the first secret that they did not share with us.....
By the War of the Roses in PCE 10, I had been matured enough that I could care for myself. By PCE 15, the Ancient Dragons had dwindled in numbers.....and yet I never sensed them leaving or dying. After my initial battle with the NWO on that fateful day that I joined with the Spirits of the Dragons, I searched for reasons. Through the Power they gave me by binding to my soul, I have finally been revealed the truth. The Ancients never left......they had created a failsafe in case the Elders did not heed them and their teachings: me. You see, the Dragons could not be seen by others they do not wish to be seen by. In that aspect, they are Spirits. However, they are not Spirits to the extent that they are quite real and tangible....when they want you to see them. They are quite literally Forces of Nature, and as such are tied to Nature. Thus when Nature suffered from the T.T.M.D.....so did they. They retreated far into themselves, and activated the failsafe that their magic had created. Thus they seemed to disappear, while I grew in power and the Shield weakened. The few Ancients that abhorred the idea of using a child were the ones that were killed and captured by the NWO, as their magic failed with Nature. As for the Sacred Grove....I regret that I am the reason for the razing of the Grove. When the NWO learned of the deaths of three of their legions they destroyed the forest, and the Grove and my brethren with it. I hope that this knowledge will help more to understand where I come from.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Honestly, Aodhfin never formally trained with weapons....there was no reason for it, as the Dragons and the Elders kept the entire community from the rest of the world. For anyone that has played WoW, it's a bit like the Emerald Dream. The dragons and druids are in this world, but can retreat to another that is in this world and outside of it, and only seen by those that they wish to teach or show things too (I think that's the understanding of it at least). However, though the Elders didn't teach him combat, the Ancients did. He had several teachers, but didn't complete his training before the failsafe was activated and the magic drew them into him. Incidentally, when he called for the Ancient's spirits, he was already bonded to them through their magic. Therefore, he was really just summoning their power. He just didn't know it. Back to topic....Here's a list of what they had completed.
Sturm in den Sinn kommen- Florentine
Riesen-Schwert der Erde- Greatsword (red)
Hämmern der Ahnen- Warhanmer (red)
Riesen-Kürzung der Drachen- Greataxe (red, double-bladed)
Schwert-keine-Strom- Sword and Board (mind, they didn't have time to finish this part, nor the archery or polearms)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ok, those are my previous posts from the Alterra boards. Now, since I'm leaning towards the AoM and changing my persona from a druid to a dragonknight. I'm working on the story arc that will fill the gap and explain my turn towards the darker aspects of war.......
i.e. Druid=Good, peaceful, treehugger
Dragonknight= Borderline evil, avenger, bloodthirsty
Hopefully that helps with any questions....now, on to the garb. I don't have the money for armor right now, but I can still look pretty dang cool. fc06.deviantart.com/fs26/f/2008/082/1/6/Kingdom_Hearts_3__Chaser_WP_by_spirapride.jpg
Hopefully this pic comes through, cuz I was thinking of creating a helm from foam (obviously not for armor, since I can't afford it, but for garb as a dragonknight) and it would look a lot like one of the helms. Quite honestly, I'm thinking of modeling the armor and helm after the characters in this pic from KH3. Garbwise, it would probably just be foam until I get more cash (probably not until after the summer). What do you guys think? Would it be legal and doable?