TRAINING Why hello everyone. It's time to announce the new training week. The next training session will start on June 14th and run until June 20th for all time zones. Training will be in the Courtyard. 05/12/09 NEW UPRISING TRAINING Long overdue, but finally the page is up and in good condition. Welcome one and all to The Brotherhood of the Silent Night. All are welcome to start joining as of this date. Be sure to read the story below for the most recent information about The Brotherhood. Also, keep your eyes open for new additions here, as updates will come hopefully every week, perhaps twice a week. |
The wind whispers words of the past, rustling the tall grasses that span like a restless sea around an old monestary. The weathered and beaten oak doors forever remain cracked open, beckoning to passer-bys. Shattered glass still litters the ground, reflecting light back onto the stone walls so overgrown with ivy, never to be touched by human hands again. Long ago, chants could be heard from within the ancient building, echoing through the surrounding valley. However, as far back as most can remember, the wind is the only song that is still sung.
Many years went by when no living soul walked the cavernous hall, a disease haven taken care of priors. But eventually, one dared. A white wolf, wanderer of sorts by the name of Altair. Mid-aged and possessing more worldly knowledge than a wolf of his age should have, her was no stranger to death and war. And as most with that kind of knowledge, he dislike both… and respected them. With a purpose, he waited, holding a post most days in the open window of the North Tower. Those who were worthy would seek him out one day. One came. An empty wolf seeking purpose and direction. Entering the lonely shelter, his golden paws echoed through the hall, waking the aging white wolf at his post. Altair, reclused for so long, took weary notice from afar for several days, his scent so mingled with the dust, dirt and mold of the old building that he was surely hidden. What he saw in the black wolf made him approach finally. Within those empty gold eyes was something else, a soul of purity so rarely seen and so determinably sought out. Altair offered his guidance to the young brute, to train him in mind and body, warning him that his heart and soul were his to mold. So desperate for the answers, the young brute accepted and Cloud became the first Chosen by the first master. Several years passed, master and apprentice training and learning in private, secluded in their valley of the seas of grass. Eventually, the inevitable came upon them and the white wolf left this realm. Then a new master ruled here, the very apprentice of the white wolf Altair. From the North Tower, he took view of the only place he ever belonged, ruling with hardly a word. As tradition had it, he watched others pass by, waiting for the worthy. But unlike Altair, Cloud was not stationary. Wanderer at heart, he left the monestary often, seeking out souls to make the halls cease their silence. As a new decree, asylum was now offered to those seeking it and truce would be made for those who wished to come and go. But, he still would train those who wished, to teach them everything the white wolf had taught him. Tradition would be kept in that way. One rule applied.
His only request was and still is expected to be followed. Anyone found guilty of crossing it shall see sever consequences. As he passed his leadership to a powerful wolfess by the name of Cortana, she promised to maintain the decree as he had it. Though she is very different from the black brute before her, she was his equal in intelligence and possibly his superior in fighting. A respect passed between them and Cloud willingly offered her his position in the brotherhood to persue a family life with his new mate.
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