Berig     Created on Friday, 21 October 2005 19:00  
  Domant  
 
I am Domant, of the Can-Nuk family, formerly of the Nukoric family.

Working a small tavern just outside of Hausson, I gathered much intelligence for the people of Hausson, and gave them what little warning I could in the battles that followed.

When not in the tavern, I spent my time with my family, The Nukoric family, and dear friends the Canotra family. When the battles began, first priority was saving my family and friends. I collected my dagger from beneath the counter and spilled some liquor about, knowing there was too much information, that I had gathered, stashed about. I set the building ablaze and set out, blending in with the enemy, I made my way towards my home and family.

Blade drawn, I joined RCMP and his allies, them on the ground, myself in the trees, ambushing and attacking, helping them through the enemy. When overwhelmed, we retreated. While the others escaped, I left carefully placed traps, to poison, blind and kill those who followed us. Enough to slow them down, giving the people in town a little more time to escape.

Gathering a few of my finer wines from my home where I kept them safe, survivors scattered and our two families disappeared into the woods, where we'd never be found. The others occupied their time building shelters and studying parchments, I used my abilities in camoflauge and stealth to hunt and bring in what food I could.

A cousin of RCMP, I was still a fully accepted member of the Nukoric family and was equally pleased with his idea to bring the two families together. I had developed a great respect for the family, and looked forward to life with them. We rejoiced for much time out in the woods, despite our poor fortune.

We decided it was time for us to find our home as a family. RCMP pointed to a great tree in the distance. I climbed atop a tree to get an idea for its distance, which shouldn't take more than a day for us to reach it. We collected our supplies once more, and set off in its direction.

Upon reaching the tree, we gathered around as RCMP, the new head of our family, carved our family name in the tree, just inside the northern gates of Kugnae. They all went about there business, trying to find their place in the great city. I, looked for a new tavern to work at, perhaps the ones in the middle of the city. Perhaps my skills would end me up in some other organization, mind you.

                            .:Domant Can-Nuk