Old Gods/Legends/WailingWoods
| Roleplay from Clyde Wilde | |
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| The Wailing Wood was not always known as such, as once upon a time when humans had yet to make their presence known, it was a tranquil place where the Children could find peace.
However, that changed once the humans appeared, and sought their own place on the continent. The Wolf Lord's Children, that at the time inhabited what we today call the Wailing Wood, saw a group of malnourished and worn travellers, and the Children looked upon the alien creatures with curiosity, and pity given the strangers' form and invited them to their home to rest and recoup The strangers viewed the Children with doubt and suspicion, but they ended up accepting the offer reluctantly, as they had no place to go, or no strength to fight, and their bodies ached for rest. The Mist Walker saw this exchange of words and gestures take place, and the Roof of the World seemed amused, but not entertained. As the days passed, the humans regained their strength, and the bond between the Children and humans grew stronger. It had become a feeble alliance of sorts, and even the most obstinate and unwilling to find common ground of either group had begun to find merit in this cooperative effort. The Mist Walker watched as bonds grew firmer in the forests, all the while on other locations the human fought the Children endlessly and relentlessly, and the children fought back as fierce. This contrast amused the Roof of the World, but he was not entertained. Perhaps it was time to pay the forest a visit. The tranquillity of the forest is disturbed as a high pitched shriek can be heard far and wide. A human mother walked in to her new built home only to be met with grisly remains of what once was her offspring. The blood had stained roof and wall both, and the stench from the ripped up carcasses hung heavy in the air. The bloody tracks in the hut was that of one of the children, and the men and women alike gathered their weapons and sought out the Children with anger clouding their judgement, and vengeance burning in their chests, thirsting for justice for their lost little ones. They did not come far before they met up with the Children, who with foamy mouths, thick fur and black claws sprinted towards the gathered humans. A bloody battle ensued, and ended indecisively, and as the noise of battle faded out, The only sound that could be heard in woods was that of the echoing lamentation of women who had lost their offspring. A sound, an echo from the past, that to this day can be heard wailing in the Wailing Wood if one listens carefully. | |
| Clyde Wilde (Minister of the Interior of Irondale, Knight of Firbalt) | |
