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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-
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