Post by Skaar il'Wulfsiger on Apr 15, 2011 19:50:48 GMT -5
Born Dimitri Wulfsi of the Clan of the Oak, Wulfsige began his journey through life a simple woodcutter's son. He made his home in the forests near the mountains, and lived a peaceful existence with his gods and his elders. That is, until the day the invaders from the West came, bearing crosses and spears. They ransacked his lands in the name of their emperor-god, slew his parents, enslaved his elders, and forced him into service in their armies as a mercenary. After years of feigning conversion to their theocracy, and many decades spent training in their martial arts, he grew to become a fierce warrior, capable of defending his homeland. He and a handful of others like him, took up arms against their captors, and fled into the mountains to the northern lands.
From there, they embraced a hybrid of practices from their ancient cultures and of the new god-king, understanding that in doing so they would be free from the purge of inquisitors and other such witch-hunters. They took up sanctuary, moving place to place, with monks and thieves alike. Eventually, Wulfsi had found himself onto a pirate ship, and after several more years of conquest and laying siege to rivermen, he'd earned his own crew and his own ship, and a reputation. Conquering cities under the banner of the wolf, he earned the name Ska'ar il' Wulfsiger by the nomads of the region, a name that stuck. It meant, "the scar, he conquers like a wolf." Wulfsige thought this name was quite fitting, though he desired nothing more than to return to his peaceful existence among the trees, living off the land. While he knew he had to do what he must in order to survive, he felt disheartened by his acts of piracy. Eventually his small fiefdom granted him the title of "Pirate Lord" and thieves, bandits, and mercenaries came from far and wide to take up residence along the coasts protected by Wulfsige and his armada of longboats.
However, soon the Western armies arrived again, and rather than standing and fighting, he knew there was no hope for these men to succeed; the god-king was powerful, and his men were corrupt in their hearts. He could not lead them against such a powerful conquering army, and so he fled again with his most faithful men; for years he fled down rivers and tributaries, until they washed ashore in a great storm, finding themselves near the desert lands. Here, scholars who knew of the teachings and special signs and marks of the monks he had once hidden with in the north, quickly welcomed him into their fold. He was taught the ways of the shadow arts, and how to find peace even amongst death and chaos. He helped them kill in secrecy many a corrupt leader, and brought much happiness and peace to the people in his lands.
One day, he vanished, never to return again. He had wandered through the desert for days and found himself in an oasis. However, the mists folded in around him, and soon he was in a land never seen. He made his way from village to village, fighting off never before encountered dangers and unspeakable languages. He eventually found himself in a small tribe of nomads, much like those of his homeland. They called themselves the Clan of the Bear, and he recognized their speech. He found his way to their chief, Rowan Proadoak, posing as a wanderer from another tribe deep in the mountains to the south. He knew that this chieftain, though possibly suspicious, would never know if one had lived in those southern mountains, for they seemed inhospitable even to him, and though he had found the tribe that lived there, he was sure none had ever spoken with them, for their language was strange, and their intentions immediately hostile toward outsiders.
Eventually Rowan welcomed him into the lands, and put him to work fighting the Black Orc. He infiltrated the kingdom of Llorac under the guise of a mercenary captain, and he gathered intelligence on Mittelmarch disguised as a poor monk from the Jade Empire. His use as a spy and assassin grew more and more while his use as a skilled trainer made him an invaluable asset to the fighters under his tutelage. Stories began to spread far and wide told by bards and skalds as to the heroics of "Captain Wulf the Pirate Lord" and of "Malek of Gwaerengraith" and "Mao Hiroto" and many other names and false histories gave credence to his claims. He once even released several pages of a journal he wrote himself under the name of a lame bard named Kalos, in order to validate his own false identities.
He was recently granted leave by the Legion of Dragoons to establish a hidden mountain fortress along the Riverfront in the Northern Steppes to protect the monastaries from the Black Orc, and began to secretly use this remote stronghold to train not simply fighters to protect the mountain monks, but to recruit members to the secret order he had been made part of all those years ago as a young man hiding in the mountains. As the Black Orc who have taken siege of the city of Llorac are on the verge of losing their last strongholds, possibly giving way to a new peaceful era in the Northern Steppes, he has pledged his sword to the Defenders of the Land, in hopes to spread his vision of peace to the remainder of the Land Between the Lands, bringing peace by eliminating the corrupt.
From there, they embraced a hybrid of practices from their ancient cultures and of the new god-king, understanding that in doing so they would be free from the purge of inquisitors and other such witch-hunters. They took up sanctuary, moving place to place, with monks and thieves alike. Eventually, Wulfsi had found himself onto a pirate ship, and after several more years of conquest and laying siege to rivermen, he'd earned his own crew and his own ship, and a reputation. Conquering cities under the banner of the wolf, he earned the name Ska'ar il' Wulfsiger by the nomads of the region, a name that stuck. It meant, "the scar, he conquers like a wolf." Wulfsige thought this name was quite fitting, though he desired nothing more than to return to his peaceful existence among the trees, living off the land. While he knew he had to do what he must in order to survive, he felt disheartened by his acts of piracy. Eventually his small fiefdom granted him the title of "Pirate Lord" and thieves, bandits, and mercenaries came from far and wide to take up residence along the coasts protected by Wulfsige and his armada of longboats.
However, soon the Western armies arrived again, and rather than standing and fighting, he knew there was no hope for these men to succeed; the god-king was powerful, and his men were corrupt in their hearts. He could not lead them against such a powerful conquering army, and so he fled again with his most faithful men; for years he fled down rivers and tributaries, until they washed ashore in a great storm, finding themselves near the desert lands. Here, scholars who knew of the teachings and special signs and marks of the monks he had once hidden with in the north, quickly welcomed him into their fold. He was taught the ways of the shadow arts, and how to find peace even amongst death and chaos. He helped them kill in secrecy many a corrupt leader, and brought much happiness and peace to the people in his lands.
One day, he vanished, never to return again. He had wandered through the desert for days and found himself in an oasis. However, the mists folded in around him, and soon he was in a land never seen. He made his way from village to village, fighting off never before encountered dangers and unspeakable languages. He eventually found himself in a small tribe of nomads, much like those of his homeland. They called themselves the Clan of the Bear, and he recognized their speech. He found his way to their chief, Rowan Proadoak, posing as a wanderer from another tribe deep in the mountains to the south. He knew that this chieftain, though possibly suspicious, would never know if one had lived in those southern mountains, for they seemed inhospitable even to him, and though he had found the tribe that lived there, he was sure none had ever spoken with them, for their language was strange, and their intentions immediately hostile toward outsiders.
Eventually Rowan welcomed him into the lands, and put him to work fighting the Black Orc. He infiltrated the kingdom of Llorac under the guise of a mercenary captain, and he gathered intelligence on Mittelmarch disguised as a poor monk from the Jade Empire. His use as a spy and assassin grew more and more while his use as a skilled trainer made him an invaluable asset to the fighters under his tutelage. Stories began to spread far and wide told by bards and skalds as to the heroics of "Captain Wulf the Pirate Lord" and of "Malek of Gwaerengraith" and "Mao Hiroto" and many other names and false histories gave credence to his claims. He once even released several pages of a journal he wrote himself under the name of a lame bard named Kalos, in order to validate his own false identities.
He was recently granted leave by the Legion of Dragoons to establish a hidden mountain fortress along the Riverfront in the Northern Steppes to protect the monastaries from the Black Orc, and began to secretly use this remote stronghold to train not simply fighters to protect the mountain monks, but to recruit members to the secret order he had been made part of all those years ago as a young man hiding in the mountains. As the Black Orc who have taken siege of the city of Llorac are on the verge of losing their last strongholds, possibly giving way to a new peaceful era in the Northern Steppes, he has pledged his sword to the Defenders of the Land, in hopes to spread his vision of peace to the remainder of the Land Between the Lands, bringing peace by eliminating the corrupt.