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You can delete the other post if necesary, as it cannot be approved for Dragonlords. I made a couple character choices here, and id like to get some peoples imput on it if at all possible. The backstory on them is a little rough, and i might need to develope it a bit more, especially on my hound orc, but they are very workable.

The first choice, would be that i control both a hound orc and a bear orc. They would be travelling together as mercenaries.

The bear orc...

Name: Xir'Tvinyar, he was nicknamed "Savage" after a skirmish between Urik'la and Quorind. He relishes the name.

Place of Birth: Urik'la, in the town of Sabah'Nurk.

Parents: His father, though incredibly strong, was a tactician for Urik'la's military. He was killed in the last great battle of that countries history while defending General Ununriouk from a shadow elf assassin.

Age: 34

Physical Characteristics: He is 6'4 and weighs around 250 pounds. A lot of that weight being the muscles on his arms and back, dont think wide, think thick. His skin color is very close to olive green, making it darker than most bear orcs. He has straight, jet-black hair going down 4 inches from the top of his shoulders, and the rest of his body for the most part is covered in hair, hence the name bear. As far as his conditioning, lately he has been drinking a wee bit too much ale, and working out less often, so his upper body strength is a bit lacking, which is only exaggerated by the weapons he uses.

Appearance: His eyes are black, like his hair, but if you were to stare at him you could still distinguish his iris'. As far as clothing he has a strong chestplate, and armor along the front of his legs, and the sides of his arms. The unarmored parts revealing the intricate stringing to maintain his armor's position and his brown clothing underneath. Also note, the armor is a plain gray, but the front of the chestplate has a gold insignia. His two swords sit on two specially designed braces on his back, so that they hang from the back of each shoulder to the back of each knee respectively. He wears a hooded cloak, so his weapons are concealed most of the time.

Education: Born while the country was still in conflict, he was trained as a warrior, but before his training was complete a treaty was signed. He continued his training however, to maintain the honor of his family name. Afterwards he got work as a hunter in a group that worked around the chanda woods, learning about hunting there.

Hobbies: Some of his training was after his fathers legacy, so he has many collections of old maps. He enjoys going over them, sometimes envisioning scenarios of large combat scenes and seeing himself cleverly outwit the enemy into a trap and win.

Tastes in food, art, etc: He aquired a taste for venison while he was a hunter, but he will do almost anything to get his hands on fresh fruit. The more exotic the better. As far as drinks he usualy just has water, but on many occasions he will have some ale. He's not much of an art connoisseur, but being the son of a tactician he was able to see parts of the Urik'la palace. The artwork that most impressed him were the scenes of the vast Fenti Plains, with the rolling clouds overhead. He would also enjoy scenes involving animals.

Ambitions: Though there is no war, he would love to serve as a tactician, like his father. It seems unlikely that he will be able to do so.

Fears/Anxietys/Hang-ups: He is deafly afraid of even the thought of vampiri. He is afraid, but not quite as much, of any and all anthromorphs.

Personal Qualities: Though some would consider orcs second class, Savage has an incredibly large imagination. He is always thinking, always within himself pondering something. Since he is a quiet, and rather large orc, wielding 2 rather large swords, no one feels inclined to bring up a conversation, making him a bit shy. At times, especially among the right crowd, he can become prideful.

Intelligence: He is very intelligent when it comes to strategy, and knowledgable of combat. He also has a great knowledge of hunting which he has amassed from his years as a hunter. Aside from that, he lacks formal education and is not what you could consider "smart" in most fields.

Sense of Humor: Clever, and not crude. Though if hes had a decent ammount of ale, he likes the crude too haha.

Weapons: two, four foot swords. He weilds one in each hand. They are made of tempered steel and are very strong, but do not bear enchantment so are susceptible to breaking. They are long and thin, but very dense, and weigh at least 50 pounds each. From the brass plated grip, along the killing edge of the black blade, the sight of him prepared for combat can be quite frightening.

Attitude towards life: He hates politics, and he hates war. He is willing to serve in a military, hoping with his skill to just end a conflict quicker. He lost his father to an assassin, which by his speculation was involved in the Confederacy of Girlonian Elves' war with Geruth and Farosar.

Philosophy of Life: "Love the life you have, and hate the people trying to take it from you."

Strengths: He has lots of upperbody strength, and could cleave someones head off with either sword. He is very intelligent and witty and uses his knowledge of combat to outwit an opponent. He would also make a great leader for a large scale battle. After much time spent hunting he became decent at laying and detecting traps.

Weaknesses: Since the war ended, he wears only parts of the full set. This leaves him vulnerable to attacks from behind. He is also quite slow with his hefty weapons, even when he is in shape he still cannot kill efficiently unless the enemy blatently does not dodge him, doesnt see it coming, or is in a large group. He wears no helmet either. A good archer who knew where to aim, an assassin who ambushed him, or an agile warrior could all beat him in combat.

Bio: Savage was born before the skirmish of Urik'la and Quorind became a full scale war. He was given basic education in his early childhood. At the age of 13, the skirmish became a war. He, being considered of age now, was brought along with the army. They would not use their younger soldiers, so he functioned mostly as a gaurd and a gopher to the generals and officers behind the lines of battle, while learning when he could from the troups, always being prepared for war. This practice had been adopted by some countries to give them the upperhand if a war dragged on. He had wanted to join his father before, so he was already learning how to wield swords when he was called. The day burns in his memory brighter than even the hottest of furnaces, and the largest of fires... the day his father was killed. It was a near stalemate. Both armys resting, preparing for the coming battle, probobly in the next day. His father was preparing tactics with the other tacticians and the generals. Savage, being not too far from the main tent was trying to overhear whatever he could of the strategies being planned within. Within the hustle of an army camp he heard a strange clink, as if a piece of metal had crashed into many smaller pieces of metal. He jumped to his feet, glanced, and quickly spotted the source of the noise. A small dagger was implanted into the chainmail lined tent that the generals were in.
Silence, silence sharper than that dagger pervaded.. for only but a second.. a quick but damped swoosh from the tent, and then, within the silence, a sound... the sound of armor, flesh, and bone being torn and broken, which in the silence seemed as loud as would a clap of thunder on a clear day. Without thinking or asking questions Savage darted for the tent, pulling out the primitive sword he was equipped with as he ran. He at first saw the broken body of an elf, dressed in black, with odd pouches and assortments of knives and other impliments attached to his belt.. but then his gaze fixed on what he feared, but already in his heart knew had happened. His father, on his knees, blood dripping him his chest. *clump* as his sword hit the hard soil. His father motioned, and general Ununriouk knelt down beside him, he uttered a short statement to him. Then, Savage, snapping out of the paralysis brought on by the gruesome sight, rushed to his father, who then brought his son close, and with a last breath told him something.. that to this day he has never repeated, not to a soul. Since that day, Savage has despised war, and has never been quite as cheerful or talkative. They won that battle, and it was used as leverage to end the war. Regardless of the change, Savage continued his training until it was complete. His mother was never quite the same after that, and he quickly drew apart from his family and his homeland.
After several months, he left. He travelled north towards lake cha. He settled in a town in Gorend, on the edge of the Chanda Woods. He joined up with a group of hunters, he provided protection, should any wild animal attack, or thief attempt an ambush, or things.. worse than those. The group of hunters he was in gradually lost need of him, till the day he was forced to find new work. As he was enjoying an fresh brew of ale in a tavern, a man approached him.
"I hear you are looking for work, someone of your skills could be helpful to my party" said the man, who now pulling back his hood revealed the very worn face underneath.
"I am Xir'Tvinyar, but call me Savage. You say i'm looking for work, you are correct. Who are you and why do you want my services?"
"Who i am is less important. One of the chaplains in Cha'Gor has, through a colleague of mine, asked for some experienced hunters to aid in the trapping of some very dangerous game."
"Interesting proposition. How do i know i can believe you?"
"Because gold doesnt lie." The stranger now pulling out a small, but rather full bag of coins.
After a short exchange, Savage departed with his client. They were to head through the woods, meeting up midway with the main group, before heading to Cha'Gor. After several weeks of travel he met up with the main group. All humans, similar to the one who hired him, except for one. A shorter orc, lighter green, adorned in arrows, beasthide armor, with a rather large bow on his back, and 1 hanging from his side. Being a strong warrior Savage went ahead, behind only the shorter orc, who was leading.
"What are we hunting?" Asked Savage...

The hound orc...

Name: Rinji, his parents gave him a name more common among humans because of their close affiliation to them.

Place of birth: Gorend, in the forest village of Grenkor

Parents: His father and mother were both hunters. They hunted together quite frequently. After he was born his mother spent a lot of time teaching him, and training him in their occupation and various other things.

Age: 21

Physical Characteristics: He is 5'2, and weighs 162 pounds. Like other hound orcs he has light green skin and short ears low on his head. He is completely bald. A unique feature of him is that his face a more angled than most orcs. His endurance is very high, and his legs are very strong from some of the rugged terrain found in the forest. His arms are strong, but seemingly only useful for the motion assiciated with firing a bow.

Appearance: His eyes are solid brown. He wears mostly earth toned colors like brown or tan. Looks good with the green skin if you ask em. The most outstanding feature about him are his 3 pieces of archer gear. The first, being a giant bow on his back. At least over 3 feet long. The second, the crossbow hanging at his side. The third being a large belt with 18 loops arranged in a crescent shape. Each loop held an arrow that was roughly 1 and a half feet long. They went from infront of one leg to around behind him, then continuing to his other leg. In this fashion, 2 or 3 arrows would be jostled everytime he stepped. When he stood it resembled a skirt.

Education: He was taught entirely by his family all the skills he would need for his occupation. He has picked up random facts here and there, as most people have, but for the most part all of his knowledge revolves around the forests, hunting, fishing, and tracking.

Hobbies: He can carve wood into many different figures. He spends a lot of his free time wittling at random pieces of wood he picks up.

Tastes: He enjoys earth grown plants, such as potatoes and carrots. He loves meat, but has always prefered fish. As far as other things like art, he judges them based on what they are. He doesnt have many preconceived notions so he is an unbiased judge.

Ambitions: He just wants to be a successful hunter/tracker like his parents, and, hopefully, always live near the forest.

Fears/Anxietys/Hang-ups: He is a bit scared when he is alone. And he has anxiety about being accepted. He worries people accept his abilities and not him.

Personal Qualities: He is very humble and laid back. He enjoys a good conversation about things pertaining to his line of work, and loves humming a good jingle when hes not hunting something. He doesnt dive too deeply into things. Think 'life is a box of chocolates' mentallity.

Intelligence: He is a pretty smart person, but he is slow when it comes to anything scholastic.

Sense of Humor: He enjoys anything thats funny, in whatever form it may be. Humor is part of his essence.

Weapons: He has a giant bow, which is quite powerful, but slow to aim, and horribly inaccurate vs a moving target. A crossbow on his side, which he holds and uses almost like a pistol, it is good at medium range. He also has a dagger opposite his crossbow, but he uses it for twittling wood, and cutting animals he kills.

Attitude towards life: He is really laid back, he doesnt feel the need to worry about the future because things usualy work out.

Philosophy of life: I'm leaving this blank, again, think "life is like a box of chocolates"

Strengths: He has an incredible sense of smell, and pretty good eyesight as well. He is able to wield his bows very well for his age, and hes pretty quick on his feet.

Weaknesses: His senses of smell and sight being so strong leaves him with bad hearing, a lessened sense of touch, and weak sense of taste. He is a great archer, but he cannot function in hand to hand combat. He is fast, but especially with his belt of arrows, he is hindered, still fast, but still able to be overtaken.

Bio: Raised in the forest by his parents it is all he ever knew. He went with them from a very early age on their hunting trips, almost out of instinct he remained quiet. He grew up learning how to use his great sense of smell, and how to use a bow well. His childhood was not without strife however. The other kids teased him quite often about his appearance, and he never felt accepted. At the age of 15 he began leading hunting parties himself. He was very successful right from the getgo, and many of the area's hunters came to have a great respect his skill over next several years.
Around the time he started itching for something new, oppotunity was waiting. Literally waiting at his front door. A man, with a slightly whithered face was at his door. Rinji, now 21 had his own house.. more like a small hut, but his own none the less. He answered.
"Hello, what is it you want?"
"I have heard from many of the hunters that you are one of the best trackers in these woods, and the townspeople seemed to agree. I have a proposition for you.. the mayor in Cha'Gor has asked me to gather a party for a hunting mission. The prey is dangerous, but the pay is good, will you accept it?"
"Yes" was the quick reply from Rinji, without even considering the pay or anything else. The stranger took out a small map of the forest, Rinji knew the forests like the back of hand, and he was easily able to indentify the locations on the map."Meet me in this spot in 3 days, be prepared for a long walk north, but have all your equipment ready"
"Not a problem" and with that, Rinji retreated backed into his hut, laid down on his bed, and hoped that this time he could hunt something a little more.. exciting than deer or bears. The days passed quickly, and he proceeded to the designated spot. He had a small bag on belt, overlaying some of the arrows. Within were some provisions for the trip, and a small vial of poison he kept incase he might need to apply it to his arrows or dagger in an emergency. As he entered the clearing there stood a group of hunters. All with thick cloaks fashioned from some material he didnt recognize, and couldnt smell. All their faces appeared older, and worn. They must have had a lot of experience, was the thought rolling in Rinjis mind. They greeted him, and in a brief conversation, basically entrusted the hunt to him. Several minutes passed and through the clearing came the man who hired him, followed by a rather large orc. The man approached rinji, and told him to begin towards Cha'Gor. Without questions or hesitation the trek began. The large orc walked up behind him..
"What are we hunting." It was a deep, but inquiring voice.
"I dont know, but i hope i get some fun out of it" said Rinji.
Savage replied in a partly sarcastic, "I cant imagine what a chaplain would want us to hunt, prehaps some rats in the basement or a vampiri in the belltower?" ... a pause... "hopefully not the latter.."
Rinji chuckled at the comments made, but in his mind he thought back to what the stranger had said and became a bit unsettled. The group moved onward at an astounding pace, setting up camp for the night only once before reaching Cha'Gor. Once there, the leader, and client to both orcs departed for several minutes. He returned with some fresh supplies, and a piece of cloth. While they rested he handed the piece of cloth to Rinji.
"Smell it, track it. We need to find it before noon tommorow."
Rinji, upon smelling the cloth detected the scent of a human, but mostly that of a wolf. He immediately set off. They followed the coast for several hours, the moonlight began fading revealing how late that had arrived in Cha'Gor. It was several more hours before they finally caught up with their prey. Rinji motioned, and the party stopped. He pointed to a small stone ruin some 100 feet in front of them.
in a low whisper, "Hes there"
The lead motioned to his men, all drew swords from hidden sheaths along their legs. With complete disregard for stealth they all rushed towards the ruin. Savage and Rinji quickly following. A small wooden door, out of place, leaned against a gap in the rock. It was quickly thrown aside. The smell was thick now, but once inside, rinji and savage appeared puzzled. On a small mat on the ground, surrounded by shedded white fur, was a woman. She soon awoke, her mouth opened and she was preparing to speak, but upon eye contact with the leader all air seemed to depart her.
Savage rushed to the forefront of the group, "Is this it? We went from Cha'Gren to Cha'Dor for a woman?"
As attention turned to Savage, the woman stood up, and in an inhuman burst of energy leapt past the hunters, and made a dash down the coast. The leader made a quick piercing glance at Savage, and they rushed after their target. He commanded Rinji to ready his bow. One of the hunters uttering some incantation began to move faster.
"Run away from here! leave me!!" yelled the woman.
As they chased the sky became darker and darker. Savage looked overhead to see an eclipse. As it crested, the woman stopped. With a scream, and then a howl she transformed into a wolf. The hunter which had used an enchantment to gain more ground was now airborne, sword drawn, rushing at the wolf. He swung his sword hard into her left shoulder, at the same time she smacked him with her right paw, flinging him nearly into the sea. The wound on her side quickly disapeared.
"Fire you bow!" Yelled the leader, whos fellow hunters now abandoned their cloaks and in a new formation proceeded towards the wolf. Renji paused.. he prepared an arrow from his belt. He drew his bow, aligned his arrow, but could not fire the shot. He looked to his side, and saw Savage, now in a slowing run. As he looked back at the hunters he saw their blades glisten silver from the little bit of sun shining through. They attacked together, 4 were instantly repulsed by a single swipe. The wolf lunged at the leader, as he ducked under it he plunged his sword into the beast. The howl as the wolf collapsed was met by another. Rinji instantly discerned a new presense, and alerted Savage who turned as well. From the fringes of the forest, some 70 yards away, there emerged a very large wolf, gray.
He began running, and in a matter of seconds was nearly upon rinji and as the wolf was in a lunge, Savage leaped infront, using both of his swords together he redirected the wolfs momentum, forcing him off to the right. The hunters had recovered, and some distance away began to rush towards the orcs. The wolf prepared to rush again, and without thinking Rinji withdrew the vial of poison and applied it to a crossbow bolt. In a matter of seconds he applied the poison, aimed, and shot the bow at the oncoming wolf. Savage redirected the wolf soon after. Now appearing in a sedated state it reared up on its hind legs. Rinji saw a quick flash of silver as a sword flew through the air into the wolfs chest. The hunters now slowed down, the leader slowly walking forward to recover his sword. The eclipse began to pass, the bodies of two humans, and that of one hunter lie on the ground. The hunters all recovered their cloaks and swords, and regrouped. The leader walked up to Rinji and Savage, he gave them each another bag of gold. He revealed that he was a hunter of were creatures and anthromorphs. Rinji and Savage were both taken back, and within themselves very upset that they had been forced to kill what they considered humans. The hunter claimed to be paid directly by the empress of Kinaan, thanked the two for their service, and abruptly departed. The trip back to Cha'Gor was slow. Rinji and Savage both were silent during those hours. Upon reaching the city Rinji was the first to speak.
"They arent hunters, they are executioners.. The sound of the womans voice as she ran still echoes through my head. They think of werewolves so lowly.. those who are most of the time perfectly normal. What stops them from hating us, which are always different."
"Possibly for our usefulness. There is much bad sentiment against anthromorphs.. but i did not believe it could run this deep."
"Hey.. uhh.. Savage, thank you for your help back there. They were so close, i nearly froze."
"To be honest, i barely remember that, Rinji. Ah... i needed an ale or two for fighting them."
"You don't really live anywhere do you?"
"I was a hunter in a company at the south of the Chanda Woods, but i do not currently have an employer."
"Come with me back to Grenkor, there always work somewhere around there, and i would feel a lot better hunting having you around." Both laughed, and after a short stay in Cha'Gor departed for Rinji's home village. After a couple days they were nearing their destination. Rinji stopped.
"Fire" was all he uttered before starting into a full run. The arrows on his belt seemed as light as feathers as flew. He slowly stopped as he crested one of the many hills around his village. As Savage emerged from the tree line, he knew what had happened. The entire village had been destroyed, burned to its ashes. Savage slowly walked up beside Rinji. Before a word could be uttered both noticed two figures down in the ruins of the town. One was a knight, his armor was a dark gray, his sword was large, and had a feint glow to it. He had pieces of cloth adorning his body and draping over parts of his armor, all with inscriptions covering them. The other was a Lizosas. He carried a spear in his left hand, it was decorated appearing ceremonial. In his right he held a rather thick book. Besides that, all he had on was a small piece off cloth draped below his waist. Rinji withdrew his bow and loaded a poison arrow into it. He pulled it back, but before he could fire, a figure ran up from behind them and disarmed him. It was Rinji's mother. She made gestures, and although much more emphatic that normal, they recognized the signals commonly used in hunting and retreated. As soon as they were safe she began talking.
"I'm sorry Rinji, your father is dead." The words flowed into Rinji as slow as the smoke billowed overhead. She continued, "The lizosas came, he went straight to the town's council chamber and demanded an audience with the mayor. I overheard that much. He smelled of sulfer, and he had a dead black scar on his left arm. I would have shot him dead if i had known what trouble he would bring. After a while i heard him storm out of the chamber, several minutes later the Dragon Riders attacked us. I had to run.. but.. your father did not. He stayed to try and defend our village. He killed at least two of the riders with his bow before he was slain. Maybe if i had stayed i could have helped.."
Rinji was still frozen, but replied to his mother in as comforting a way as he could, "There was nothing you could have done, there were too many.." in a sullen voice he continued, "Father should have run.." Savage walked up beside Rinji and placed his hand on his friends shoulder. He soon had to grasp him with both arms to stop him from rushing towards the two men in the village.
"There are other villages, i must go to them" said his mother. "There must have been a reason.. something about our village, but i will warn the others no less."
"I'm going to Kinaan" Said Rinji.
Savage followed in, "I will come with you. We have enough gold for a venture, but they dont have enough gold in all of Kinaan to pay for the troubles they have been causing as of late." With that the two set off, determined to speak with the empress, and desperate to stop the violence that had come to Gorend.

Again, the backstory might need a little work, though there are several unspoken points, all of which would be quite interesting. The second character, i guess third, but second choice would be a werewolf. Here is what i got for him.

Name: Caeszerl, the people in his town just call him cecil.

Place of Birth: Wiesz, on the edge of the Norod Mountains.

Age: 80

Race: Werewolf

Height/Weight/Physical Description: He is around 5'7, he weighs 134 pounds. His hair is gray, but turning white from age in many places. It is shaggy, but he gets it trimmed often and tries to keep it straight.

Parents' Names & Occupations: His parents lived in Wiesz and their parents.. and their parents.. etc. His father was the mayor.

Education: He was taught general things in a small school, but has spent a lot of his life reading as many books as he can find and aquiring knowledge.

Hobbies/Recreations: He enjoys walking through the forest. And as mentioned before, reading. Or if possible, reading while walking through the forest.

Personal Qualities (imagination, taste, etc.): He is very old, and very wise. He always thinks about what he does, the only thing spontaneous about him is his wit.

Tastes in food, drink, art, music, literature, decor, clothing: He has never been a picky eater, but he enjoys red meat and is not incredibly font of fruit.

Ambitions: He wants to die in peace. (for an 80 year old man, werewolf no less, that is a valid ambition)

Fears/Anxieties/Hang-ups: That his village discovers his identity. He is afraid of vampiri, and wary of dragon riders.

Intelligence: He is extremely intelligent from spending most of his life reading.

Sense of Humor: He is very witty, he enjoys clever humor which takes time to create, or quick wit.

Health/Physical Condition/Distinguishing Marks/Disabilities: Though not seen by many he has a scar along the front of his chest. It starts at his right shoulder and ends at his left hip. For his age, he is in great physical condition. He walks with a cane, but he is easily able to move without it.

Weapons: A cane, almost as long as his body, with a silver tip made for the bottom where the wood wore off. (ironic eh)

Attire/Appearance: He walks around, usualy in white clothing, fancier attire since he is the mayor of his town.

Philosophy of Life (in a phrase): "Time is a free gift, but if not used well, its cost is high."

Strengths: Based on how much moonlight is showing, he recieves a proportional ammount of power. When the moon is full, he becomes a wolf. At any other time he just garners more strength. Hes still an old man, so the ammount of power he gains from the days offsetting the full moon are no more than he had when he was 20. And his wisdom is a big strength.

Weaknesses: During the day, or times when not much moon is out, hes just an old man..

Note for the werewolf ability: An eclipse would turn him into a werewolf, make him immune to anything other than a stab through the heart with a silver dagger, but turn him berserk, the entire effect lasting for maybe 10 minutes. And I cant quite agree with the new moon stuff in the original layout, cause werewolves seem to be reliant on the light reflecting off the moons surface.

Bio: The full moon was tonight, as he lay down on the mat next to his bed, he prayed no one would discover him. This was the story of his life, always in fear. He has children and grandchildren, and now even great grandchildren. He is the elder of a town. But he is a despised creature... The town lay in rest. Peace, peace he hoped would stay until morn. It was another sleepless night.. but every second closer to morning was as relieving as a cool drink on a hot day. Through the silence he heard footsteps. Everytime he heard steps, he reflected on his decision to remain inside, instead of seeking somewhere in the woods, away from people.. but his absence he would be missed, what would people think? And so the battle raged in his mind once more. Until he heard it, what he had dreaded, the creaking of the doorknob as it slowly turned. In walked his 7 year old great grandson. His attempts to be quiet were either very poor, or the keen wolf hearing was just very good, because even the body of the 7 year old child seemed to produce noise as it slowly crept towards his bed. Each step, each board, echoing a hundred possible outcomes. He was sleeping on the opposite of the bed as from the door. He hoped, should someone open the door, they would notice his absence and leave. Then in the morning if they walked in to see him sleeping he could excuse it as some dream or something.
"Great grandpapa" said the child in a quiet way. The name he had grown so fond of hearing was now like steel grinding against blackboard to his ears. The child looked, then began to walk infront of the bed. For one reason or another he said again, "Great Gra.." but it was cut off.. by silence, and then a scream so loud he feared the entire village might awaken. The child darted out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Many other doors now began to open, he distinguished the walking of his 3 grandsons outside. He heard them try to counsel the now very frightened child. Isacehu, his boldest grandson opened the door, and walked inside. He saw a vacant bed, with only the elder's staff on it. He proceeded around the bed.. and then stopped, the sound of his increasing heartbeat evidence of what he saw.
He quickly grabbed the staff, pointing one end towards the wolf, calling in his brothers. They gathered around, preparing to attack it, and slay it. They looked away briefly, as the first rays of morning shone through the small holes in the covering over the window. As they look back, what they saw astonished them.
"Cecil....??" muttered Isacehu. This was quickly followed by his brother Stevnysz.
"Sub-Human! Traitor!" yelled Stevnysz.
Cecil, who was staring at the ground now looked his grandsons in thier eyes. "I have lived for 80 years in this village. I have helped this village, i am part of this. By my sweat and tears do some of these buildings stand." his voice began to rise in anger, "But how is it then... How is it that when a full moon should appear that i become a traitor!!?" A pause.. "What have i ever done to you?"
"You lied to me!" Stevnysz's statement was accompanied by a veangeful glare.
"And does it make a difference? So what if i am a werewolf, what does that change?"
"That changes everything! I dont care if ive known you for 50 years, sub-humans cannot be trusted."
"Am i so sub par to you? Are anthromorphs so undeserving in your eyes?"
"Go rot in Kinaan with those beast lovers, sub-human." With that Stevnysz left, followed quickly by his brother in an attempt to stop him.
"Elder.." Isacehu spoke in respect, "They will never leave you peace now, even if they dont kill you, you would never be able to live here anymore." a small tear rolled across Isacehu's cheek. "Go to Kinaan, they will accept you. Find peace... im sorry."
Cecil grabbed only his staff. He heard the sound of a large group of people outside. Stevnysz had no doubt gathered a lynching mob.. against his own grandfather no less. Isacehu went outside, and tried to calm the mass, or at least stall them while Cecil escaped. Cecil ran as fast as he could, even being a werewolf his aged joints ached at the strain, and he soon collapsed. He had made it far enough into the Del Enol woods, he would not be chased. He slowly began making his way to the shores of lake cha, the animals around him having reverance for the power they sensed inside him, he was left unbothered on his journy.

Those are the ideas I got. Both would probobly work, what does anyone think about either of those, and which one do you think would be better? Also, so you know, if you dont give an opinion im probobly going with the orcs.

[Steel Samurai]

. . . ok, like I said, these are quite approval worthy. Sorry about the delay.


Approved.

Edited by Steel Samurai, 15 January 2009 - 07:19 AM.