Post by WxMAN on Oct 25, 2013 22:22:35 GMT -6
Binturong
Half-Orc TN Druid 2
"And to all creation do not forsake the lessons of the wild for that is where your strength lies." -- Lor
And so it was with us on our home, the island we called Cauayan. I was a proud member of a tribe of mainly half-orcs that lived out a life amongst nature as the gawd Lor instructed. We lived beside our prey and our predators. To survive our bodies, minds, and senses had to be honed to a fine edge. This was all we knew of life and thought all creations obeyed the wisdom of Lor, but we were wrong.
"Above all do not be tempted to shield yourselves or your friends from the wild as it will breed weakness into your kin." -- Lor
The day came when all manner of men found our island and, seeing our strength, sought to use it for their own purposes. Blood was spilled on both sides but in the end everyone was either killed or captured by these invaders. Little did we know that the weak and misguided would decide to involve us in their petty squabbles over things they naively felt they controlled. Three nations felt the need to kill one another over water and dirt, and the nation losing tried to find a way to prevent capitulation. They separated us and then tortured, caged, starved and enslaved us. All of this so we would scout, spy, and sabotage their enemies.
"Time restores all things to nature." -- Lor
Using my people our captors thrived, but it was only a matter of time before the other nations sought to even the war. One early morning the ship of my imprisonment came under attack. During the battle my cage was forced open by cannonballs ripping through the hull. This was my time to strike, and like a feral animal I pounced upon my guards. Memory is useless in the pitch of battle, you rely on instinct, speed, and strength - those that hesitate, die. Because of this I don't remember almost any of the fight for my freedom, but I do know that I was found viciously tearing at the throat of one of the crew-members.
"Life is balance, too much of any one thing poisons the spirit." -- Lor
In a strange twist of fate the men that were indirectly responsible for my freedom did not seek to recapture me for their purposes, but instead offered to heal my wounds and feed me. I was reluctant of this being a ruse of another group of people who shelter themselves from nature, but slowly, they became my friends. With the war over I have remained with them in hopes to strike out upon the oceans and find my home - and whatever is left of it.
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I still need to get equipment besides my weapon and armor but I'll get to that later....