The story of Varalf

[varalf]

Main Character: Varalf of Hjemland

Name: Varalf
Age: 17
Race: Human
Class: Wolf Warrior
Gender: Male
Details: Long haired, wears a wolf pelt on his back, his sword is embroidered with the goddess Luna.
Weapons: Axe, Bow, Sword, Shield
Abilities: 3
Wolf Call: By summoning the ancient chiefs of the Wolf Clan Varalf is supported by 4 Dire wolves
Moon Howl: During a full moon Varalf can howl, increasing his strength.
Blessed Luna: Invokes the goddess Luna to heal himself.

NOW: Woe betide the boy, who spams this thread, only story related posts!

START:

Varalf wakes up as the sun hit his eyes, the heir to the throne of Hjemland instinctively went for his axe, realising that he is not under any direct threat he proceeds to dress for the days hunt. The Village of Hjemland, home to the wolf clan was still asleep up, the middle of Summer was upon them and the sun was up earlier than normal, it would be 3 hours before the rest of the Village was awake. Varalf, finished dressing, moves out of the house, bow in hand, making his way to the stables as he recounts yesterdays events. When he arrives he is met by Ulvar, his old mentor.

"The Wolf left earlier to join the fishing boats, seems like we'll be hunting today" He said, saddling Varalf's horse.

"Ok, let's get moving." Varalf replied as he helped Ulvar saddling the horse and then mounted. "Where are we going?" He asked.

Ulvar looked at him and said, "You'll know soon enough."

Tune in tommorow (or when I can be screwed) for the next instalment, and add some stuff too

[GooeyToast]

Can ppl participate in teh story?

[varalf]

Yes, but considering the activity of members...

EDIT:This can work like a pulp fiction like thing, with the storylines converging eventually...

[GooeyToast]

So so true....

[varalf]

Varalf and Ulvar rode out of the stables and headed West, away from the sea, behind them lay the village of Hjemland, perched atop a cliff before the sea was the Chieftains Hall, it stod majestically in the sun, this early summer morning. "We will be moving towards Daemons Keep, 2 weeks travel from here." Ulvar said, with a stern look on his face.

"Why? This was supposed to be a simple hunting trip, 3 days at the most." Replied Varalf, looking confused.

"Trouble is brewing in the West, the newly United Clans of the West are rallying their forces, we need to know what's going on, the Clans of Fire and Earth, must stand strong against Water and Wind." Ulvar said, looking back at the village one last time.

The pair continued westwards....

[varalf]

Meanwhile, on the great sea to the East, a storm was brewing, the Wolf, stood at the bow of the ship looking into the great snowcapped mointains over the sea, determined to get there before the storm. "This is troubling." Said Shumash Captain of the ship, and the most experienced sailor on board, the Wolf, was a hunter and a warrior, not a sailor.

The ship continued East and the wind began to pick up...

[varalf]

"We will have to cross bandit pass." Said Ulvar as he rode westwards with the young heir.

"Isn't that dangerous territory?"

"Not anymore, we have sent out forces to clear out the area so that trade can resume back to normal pace without going south and across the River of Death."

"Ok, let's get moving... wait, I see something!" Varalf said as he dismounted his horse and grabbed his battle axe, leaving his bow on his back.

"GET DOWN!" Shouted Ulvar as he flung Varalf and himself to the ground, moments later arrows flew above the heads of the pair.