Year of the Daei Uproar
239 Years ago.
Lifeless and cold.
The hand of my mother rested in my blood soaked grip as my village burned around me.
They came with a vengeance that rivaled no other. In retribution for my own fathers actions to bring a new era to Huutlyk, they came and slaughtered my clan and in time devoured the bodies. It is not a hand that i hold in my grip that is then attatched to a lifeless body, but a hand of itself, only bearing a ring as a identification to who this god foresaken soul was.
I walked through the burning embers of my village with the only comfort of a lullaby whispering through my lips.
Hold on tight my dear
The rain will always come.
For to never rely on on the sun
but on the warmth of some.
Find yourself in solitude
and sell yourself to the stars.
The night falls and brings a new moon
and you my dear should know when I am gone
that even though the land may dry
just hope that the rain will always come.
The gift of a proper burial was one that i could not give my family. Along with the hand of my mother that I tossed into the flames of my past, the love i once knew burned at the rate of fire against skin.
My clan is of the Furie race, one whos past is shadowed by retribution. We seek out those who have done wrong and put the phrase, 'An eye for an eye' to a literal sense. Millenia after the creation of my people, we were finally seeking solace in a secluded town whos main goal was peace, when the Daei ambushed my clan.
I tredged on into my unknown future away from my the ever prominent past. The sun started to wane and I passed a cliff when i heard the footsteps of them, they who destroyed my life.
And for those who could not save themselves, I sacrificed my soul to darkness.
239 Years ago.
Lifeless and cold.
The hand of my mother rested in my blood soaked grip as my village burned around me.
They came with a vengeance that rivaled no other. In retribution for my own fathers actions to bring a new era to Huutlyk, they came and slaughtered my clan and in time devoured the bodies. It is not a hand that i hold in my grip that is then attatched to a lifeless body, but a hand of itself, only bearing a ring as a identification to who this god foresaken soul was.
I walked through the burning embers of my village with the only comfort of a lullaby whispering through my lips.
Hold on tight my dear
The rain will always come.
For to never rely on on the sun
but on the warmth of some.
Find yourself in solitude
and sell yourself to the stars.
The night falls and brings a new moon
and you my dear should know when I am gone
that even though the land may dry
just hope that the rain will always come.
The gift of a proper burial was one that i could not give my family. Along with the hand of my mother that I tossed into the flames of my past, the love i once knew burned at the rate of fire against skin.
My clan is of the Furie race, one whos past is shadowed by retribution. We seek out those who have done wrong and put the phrase, 'An eye for an eye' to a literal sense. Millenia after the creation of my people, we were finally seeking solace in a secluded town whos main goal was peace, when the Daei ambushed my clan.
I tredged on into my unknown future away from my the ever prominent past. The sun started to wane and I passed a cliff when i heard the footsteps of them, they who destroyed my life.
And for those who could not save themselves, I sacrificed my soul to darkness.
