Berig     Created on Tuesday, 26 April 2005 10:04  
  :Gberts  
  The bonds of fate....
A forsaken destiny....
The blood rage of gold...

Moon 9, Day 24 Yuri 64...The Civil war of Nagnang raged on. Lost lives, lost hopes, lost homes. This forsaken age of dreams are shattered with red steal blades of death. The dreaded smell of red grass, the spoils of destroyed homes. The recollection of hope seemed to be far off from tranquility that many seek. Though even in such travesty it can be atoned in such a manner. Even in such war minded times, atonement, faith, love, and a golden bond can be forged...

The moon gave a shimmering glow in the dark settlements of Nagnang forest. The moonlight seemed to give its sorrow in these dark times. A low-pitched fire was warming the souls of the young fighters. The crackling of the fire seemed to be the only sound that night. Not even the cold howling winds were making a clamor that would run up any mans spine. This night was golden; for it was the night of reunited souls.

The Rauko Beast Gberts, along with his two beloved sister Kiaishkireld a soldier of Nagnang, and Beautysnow an officer of Oceana Navy; they represent the bloodline of Zaneth family. Their armor had spot’s of dirty red souls, fighting to them seemed second nature.

On the other side of crackling flames stood, Arista, and Polgandra, adventures of the land representing the Mallone family bloodline. They acted as a support group rather then outraged soldiers of bloody intent.

Across from them was Pacifists Druid Bwad, along with his best friend Powderdust a soldier of Nagnang. They held their grounds in deep content whispering about the bloodshed and how it should have been settled in better means.

In a furious moment time stopped as Gberts thrust his Rauko Dragon Blade into the middle of the fire. Everyone stopped his or her micro conversations amongst one another. The flames enraged around Gberts blade as it were given life yet again. Gberts stood there looking at the blade, and then slowly looking at everyone around him. Everyone could tell that he had words to say share; but what, they could only wonder.

The moon still drifted over their heads. The wind gently was caressing their souls that night. The fire had brightened the darkness. Gberts stepped up towards the group and slowly gave a speech....

"This civil war has driven many of us in a new direction in life. Some of us fight for loved ones, some fight for their nation, and some fight for their clans. Yet we all stand here on different sides of the battlefield unable to kill one another because we cherish one another in some way. This war may have given bloody results, and thank the Gods that it will be ending soon. Yet I called us all here this blessed night. *Looks at blade* I would like to ask you all something that would benefit us. I believe we can do it... Tonight I would like to form a golden bond to unite us as one. We all come from different towns, different families yet we all seem like we are just one. The Mal’Loki-Zan Family is what I wish to call us. It comes from the ancient elvish language from my island state of Razaril. The meaning is Golden Dragon; for we have that golden bond that cannot be broken, and we are as furious as the dragons. Though my family background takes the blood and souls of dragons and bind it with our own..........."

Gberts continued his speech that night giving new hopes to the new formed family. His words drifted into the night as everyone came closer together, realizing why his blade was in the furious fire. It represented how this night will be remembered. The engraved dragon on Gberts blade represented the family. The metal of the sword unknown to man was as strong as gold, giving protection the dragon. The fire that surrounded the blade was the family's burning desires of hope.

The golden bond of love...
The blood rage that flows...
The Mal'Loki-Zan family..



*Signed in blood*
Gberts
The Rauko Knight
Mal'Loki-Zan
-Elder-