Post by Halfwit on Mar 10, 2010 1:58:41 GMT -6
Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it;;
The history of Istlamyth is a long one. From the very beginning, creatures have fought for control over the massive blotch of land. None had succeeded until the Legendary Pack appeared and took the island by storm.
This pack of wolves, known as the Pack of Abbadon, were made up of massive beasts with stacked muscle and thick timber manes. They would later come to be known by humans as Canis Dirus; the dire wolf.
The Pack of Abbadon was ruled by a single alpha. His name was Ecoll and he kept order over the pack, justly and benevolently. For many years he was their alpha, keeping each wolf in line to prevent over-hunting or fights with neighboring creatures such as sabertooths.
But of course, all things must end and the reign of Abbadon came to an abrupt and tragic halt one spring...
The challenger and son of the alpha, Skoll, had fought his father. In the end, he tore the old wolf's throat wide open, declaring his victory with a bellowing howl.
Skoll was a savage monster. He was larger even than Ecoll before him with a slate black pelt and a powerful bark like the crash of lightning against the ocean.
He fed the blood lust of his pack by allowing them to run wild through Istlamyth, uncontrolled and murderous. The land began to suffer from it.
The Pack of Abbadon went unchallenged for many years. In the time they ruled, the land became barren and lifeless. Rain was constant and it had formed swamps and muddy areas that swallowed even the strongest beasts.
In their desperation and hunger, the weakening Abbadon Pack sought easy meals in the pits left by the rains. The pits were full of sticky mud that bubbled and belched a foul stench into the air.
One by one... Each wolf was taken by the pits, by hunger or by disease.
Eventually, the only ones who remained were two brothers... Skoll the Black and Fenrir the Gray.
Fenrir begged his brother to step down, but Skoll would have none of it. Despite his own demise staring him in the face, the madness of Skoll would not allow him to cease his blood lust.
Then Fenrir challenged his brother. A savage storm swept the island that night and with lightning providing their only light, the brothers fought for control of the land.
The battle stretched on for hours, well on to the next night.
When the time came for the final strike, Fenrir gazed down at his wounded brother.
"End this!" Fenrir begged, "You and I may not be the only two left! Consider the future of the island you've destroyed, brother, and stop this madness."
In return for his life, Skoll agreed to a pact with his brother. If he left the islands for good, turned control over to Fenrir and never again stepped paw on the soil of Istlamyth, Fenrir would spare him.
After that, life slowly returned to the land and the wolves who had fled in fear of their mad alpha gradually returned. Soon the island was returned to livable perfection and life once again flourished.
Fenrir, with the aid of three others decided that in the interest of balance, four packs would be formed.
Fenrir the Gray stayed in the marsh, dubbing his pack the Bat Pack after the flying mammals that fluttered through the trees at night.
Korachir the White took her followers to the coast, adopting the moon as a namesake and forming the Moon Pack.
Nyx the Blizzard and Edelle the Shadow headed north. Along the way, Edelle took her own brethren to the heated, dry mountains and Nyx went on with his to the farthest corner of the north. They became the Steel Pack and Tundra Pack.
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The story at present;;
Thousands of years since their original leaders, the four packs have kept their peace well enough. The only threats of war have been in jest.
Until now.
The north coast is under attack by strange monsters. These monsters, made of gray metal and billowing smoke, have torn into the glaciers, forcing the Tundra pack out into the wastelands after their prey. Still they hold their ground, fearfully watching as humans drill into their mountains for precious stones and coal.
The north isn't the only side under attack.
The mountainous west is being stripped of life as well. Steel Pack is being forced out of the mountains in search of food, unwilling to let their own starve for the sake of other packs.
Forming a powerful alliance with Tundra, Steel has decided to move down out of the mountains with their arctic brothers, into the swamps and onto the south coast. If they have to take the land by force, they will. Desperation has driven them from their homes and the packs of Steel and Tundra will stop at nothing to ensure the well being of their own.
In the chaos, Moon has turned desperately to the Bats for help. Being peaceful packs, the oncoming threat of war is a terrifying one. Defending their homes is all they can do, having been backed into a corner with only the ocean at their backs.
The history of Istlamyth is a long one. From the very beginning, creatures have fought for control over the massive blotch of land. None had succeeded until the Legendary Pack appeared and took the island by storm.
This pack of wolves, known as the Pack of Abbadon, were made up of massive beasts with stacked muscle and thick timber manes. They would later come to be known by humans as Canis Dirus; the dire wolf.
The Pack of Abbadon was ruled by a single alpha. His name was Ecoll and he kept order over the pack, justly and benevolently. For many years he was their alpha, keeping each wolf in line to prevent over-hunting or fights with neighboring creatures such as sabertooths.
But of course, all things must end and the reign of Abbadon came to an abrupt and tragic halt one spring...
The challenger and son of the alpha, Skoll, had fought his father. In the end, he tore the old wolf's throat wide open, declaring his victory with a bellowing howl.
Skoll was a savage monster. He was larger even than Ecoll before him with a slate black pelt and a powerful bark like the crash of lightning against the ocean.
He fed the blood lust of his pack by allowing them to run wild through Istlamyth, uncontrolled and murderous. The land began to suffer from it.
The Pack of Abbadon went unchallenged for many years. In the time they ruled, the land became barren and lifeless. Rain was constant and it had formed swamps and muddy areas that swallowed even the strongest beasts.
In their desperation and hunger, the weakening Abbadon Pack sought easy meals in the pits left by the rains. The pits were full of sticky mud that bubbled and belched a foul stench into the air.
One by one... Each wolf was taken by the pits, by hunger or by disease.
Eventually, the only ones who remained were two brothers... Skoll the Black and Fenrir the Gray.
Fenrir begged his brother to step down, but Skoll would have none of it. Despite his own demise staring him in the face, the madness of Skoll would not allow him to cease his blood lust.
Then Fenrir challenged his brother. A savage storm swept the island that night and with lightning providing their only light, the brothers fought for control of the land.
The battle stretched on for hours, well on to the next night.
When the time came for the final strike, Fenrir gazed down at his wounded brother.
"End this!" Fenrir begged, "You and I may not be the only two left! Consider the future of the island you've destroyed, brother, and stop this madness."
In return for his life, Skoll agreed to a pact with his brother. If he left the islands for good, turned control over to Fenrir and never again stepped paw on the soil of Istlamyth, Fenrir would spare him.
After that, life slowly returned to the land and the wolves who had fled in fear of their mad alpha gradually returned. Soon the island was returned to livable perfection and life once again flourished.
Fenrir, with the aid of three others decided that in the interest of balance, four packs would be formed.
Fenrir the Gray stayed in the marsh, dubbing his pack the Bat Pack after the flying mammals that fluttered through the trees at night.
Korachir the White took her followers to the coast, adopting the moon as a namesake and forming the Moon Pack.
Nyx the Blizzard and Edelle the Shadow headed north. Along the way, Edelle took her own brethren to the heated, dry mountains and Nyx went on with his to the farthest corner of the north. They became the Steel Pack and Tundra Pack.
-----
The story at present;;
Thousands of years since their original leaders, the four packs have kept their peace well enough. The only threats of war have been in jest.
Until now.
The north coast is under attack by strange monsters. These monsters, made of gray metal and billowing smoke, have torn into the glaciers, forcing the Tundra pack out into the wastelands after their prey. Still they hold their ground, fearfully watching as humans drill into their mountains for precious stones and coal.
The north isn't the only side under attack.
The mountainous west is being stripped of life as well. Steel Pack is being forced out of the mountains in search of food, unwilling to let their own starve for the sake of other packs.
Forming a powerful alliance with Tundra, Steel has decided to move down out of the mountains with their arctic brothers, into the swamps and onto the south coast. If they have to take the land by force, they will. Desperation has driven them from their homes and the packs of Steel and Tundra will stop at nothing to ensure the well being of their own.
In the chaos, Moon has turned desperately to the Bats for help. Being peaceful packs, the oncoming threat of war is a terrifying one. Defending their homes is all they can do, having been backed into a corner with only the ocean at their backs.