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Elder, I hope this message finds you well. Before I tell you what I seek I think it's intertwined with who I am. A simple question that I have sought and clawed the answers to for Yuris, or is it Hyuls now? I find my mind foggy having emerged from isolation for some time. I was born Yuri 73, during an unusually cold Fall. How I spent, my infancy is unknown. My memories only begin during my young childhood. I have been able to deduce that my creation was planned...whatever that means. During this time, the ever-rising popularity of the Carnage Hall could be found, and even heard throughout the streets of the kingdom. As a result, this spawned the darker side to glory, attempts to breed a carnage champion...in the end it spawned what you will perhaps see before you in some time. I was trained to kill, or perhaps be killed depending on what the arena required. Ironically, I escaped prior to ever having to fight an official event. I never felt right in that life. In the rare times when my mind was able to rise above the fog, I would carefully observe people. It would be that observation that led me to flee to the haven of wilderness. There I would stay for years in isolation. Watching, listening, basking in it. I found I was sensitive to noise; being around cities was bearable but unpleasant. I wandered mostly, survived. I would forage, and at one time, became particularly fascinated with flowers, mushrooms, and other plentiful herb. Sometimes these herbs helped, other times further into madness. Looking back maybe I never stopped running from the carnage. It would not be until the 26th Anniversary of the kingdom...a day I think of now fondly that I would awake from the chaos of my own mind...unless that chaos is still present, and I a fool now and forever. Forever, much like how I have wandered on foot forever...No destination in mind. A time later on, I would find myself in the Den of Omphalos in the South Western corner of Wilderness, here a great herd grazes. My keen scent had ultimately led me here previously, and I tracked them to this lair. Using my surroundings to my advantage, and agility I would become a Shepard of Omphalos's children. Being seen by the herd when required, then disappearing just as fast. Slipping silently into the flora. As time went on I was able to plot the entire cave, understand the best ways to accomplish my tasks, efficently gathering the herd. The foraged Ginkowood was always an added benefit from the deers droppings.for firewood and other uses. One thing that transcends time is how my mind continues to wonder how these beasts would be able to digest raw ginkowood? After much pondering and with little result, I'd shrug it off and keep it moving because OH YEA to stop here is to die. Day to day I found myself exploring further. Finally, I stumbled upon your Trapper's paradise. As with all living things, we crave to be around other life and I have found myself needing more company. Perhaps this will also be an opportunity to free myself from being frozen in place, and push forward again. Luck would have it I ran into a passing Survivalist GuYuk, a strange man, ultimately he told me what you folks, the Ranger's do. To be perfectly frank I want in. Sincerely, Faulk | |