Post by IceHeartedLion on Jan 12, 2007 15:31:01 GMT -5
“Life was stolen from us. We did nothing wrong, and yet, we were struck down by the cruel fate. Now, we are a butcher of the innocent. Why should we posses mercy when hell gave us none.”
He came to me, one night near the desert. His face looked different, a couple of new scars across his muzzle made evident that he did not have the same luck as us, “I never thought I would see you again.” His voice was venom, a vicious snarl, raged, angered. Envy, the lion was jealous, “But here you are, and here I am. Once again gents, we are one big happy family.” Family is where you feel safe and loved, unfortunately for him, I only felt safe, “Thou art not part of our family.” I replied to him, trying to be and sound as calm as possible, “Thou shall perish this night, for we are not pleased by thy actions. Thou made a mistake coming back, very well known what sins haunt thy past, and surely we have not forgotten them either.” There was silence throughout the lands, the sand of the desert dancing by our paws. He took his time to reply, never daring to look me in the eye, “I know what you’re going to say. And honestly? I don’t give a damn, lets just end this.” He knew he had no chance against the pride, he knew he had no chance to survive that night. We also knew he was doomed, “Lets end this…” I whispered back to him, words carried by the wind, reaching his ears. It was time to end it, and so we all did. No one missed him…
“My kin’s light has been stolen. He is the slayer of the innocent, and destroyer of the weak. The shadows of my sins have tainted my soul, making me the satanic intervention in my brother’s actions. I am his tainted light, he is my cursed shadow.”
Damu’Wabradha. The Blood brothers.
Long ago, in the distant lands far north, two brother set out on a journey. Two shapes, two allies, two sons of darkness, two friends, and only one destiny… Live together, or learn to die.
Kijani and Harimu, two young lions from the lands of the north, two nomads that share the same past. One filled with blood, sorrow, despair. Blood brothers, both from the same litter, twins. The lions are exactly the same, at least the face. Fur and sizes vary a little between each other. One is dark, cold, selfish, arrogant… The other is the same but smaller, the perfect hunting couple.
The main idea of the Damu’Wabradha, is bring back some action. We all need sad moments to value those that make us happy. We all need a ghost to frighten us when it’s dark. And the Damu’Wabradha are ghosts ready to take the job. A small group of killers, murderers maybe, but surely the scum of the savannah we all need. Kijani and Harimu, the brothers, the twins are the leaders of the group. No military, no politics, only a mafia. The one who gives has to make sure the one who receives is happy. Most of them are evil characters, I think we all need antagonists on this MUCK.
So far, Chioh, Judas, Adhama, Nyigakali, Yaro and myself are quite interested in this whole idea. It’s not much, but I haven’t asked around much. I’m sure more will join since the idea is not bad. This is only a plan, the group… Some of us will surely request the characters and RP with them as simple rogues that know each other. The @group thing is to have control on them and have a place where new players can snoop around in search for joining the club.
Haven’t got time to talk with a wiz directly, but I’m open for a conversation. So far, this is all we’ve got. Players are welcome to join in, post something, share some info and help with the main idea for the group. Like I said before, so far they are nomads who just reached the Pridelands.
Ice
Harimu, the dark wanderer.
He came to me, one night near the desert. His face looked different, a couple of new scars across his muzzle made evident that he did not have the same luck as us, “I never thought I would see you again.” His voice was venom, a vicious snarl, raged, angered. Envy, the lion was jealous, “But here you are, and here I am. Once again gents, we are one big happy family.” Family is where you feel safe and loved, unfortunately for him, I only felt safe, “Thou art not part of our family.” I replied to him, trying to be and sound as calm as possible, “Thou shall perish this night, for we are not pleased by thy actions. Thou made a mistake coming back, very well known what sins haunt thy past, and surely we have not forgotten them either.” There was silence throughout the lands, the sand of the desert dancing by our paws. He took his time to reply, never daring to look me in the eye, “I know what you’re going to say. And honestly? I don’t give a damn, lets just end this.” He knew he had no chance against the pride, he knew he had no chance to survive that night. We also knew he was doomed, “Lets end this…” I whispered back to him, words carried by the wind, reaching his ears. It was time to end it, and so we all did. No one missed him…
“My kin’s light has been stolen. He is the slayer of the innocent, and destroyer of the weak. The shadows of my sins have tainted my soul, making me the satanic intervention in my brother’s actions. I am his tainted light, he is my cursed shadow.”
Kijani, the tainted nomad.
Damu’Wabradha. The Blood brothers.
Long ago, in the distant lands far north, two brother set out on a journey. Two shapes, two allies, two sons of darkness, two friends, and only one destiny… Live together, or learn to die.
Kijani and Harimu, two young lions from the lands of the north, two nomads that share the same past. One filled with blood, sorrow, despair. Blood brothers, both from the same litter, twins. The lions are exactly the same, at least the face. Fur and sizes vary a little between each other. One is dark, cold, selfish, arrogant… The other is the same but smaller, the perfect hunting couple.
The main idea of the Damu’Wabradha, is bring back some action. We all need sad moments to value those that make us happy. We all need a ghost to frighten us when it’s dark. And the Damu’Wabradha are ghosts ready to take the job. A small group of killers, murderers maybe, but surely the scum of the savannah we all need. Kijani and Harimu, the brothers, the twins are the leaders of the group. No military, no politics, only a mafia. The one who gives has to make sure the one who receives is happy. Most of them are evil characters, I think we all need antagonists on this MUCK.
So far, Chioh, Judas, Adhama, Nyigakali, Yaro and myself are quite interested in this whole idea. It’s not much, but I haven’t asked around much. I’m sure more will join since the idea is not bad. This is only a plan, the group… Some of us will surely request the characters and RP with them as simple rogues that know each other. The @group thing is to have control on them and have a place where new players can snoop around in search for joining the club.
Haven’t got time to talk with a wiz directly, but I’m open for a conversation. So far, this is all we’ve got. Players are welcome to join in, post something, share some info and help with the main idea for the group. Like I said before, so far they are nomads who just reached the Pridelands.
Ice
