Post by Synski on Sept 30, 2008 8:23:01 GMT
Many long years ago, the land of Penultimate was a beautiful paradise. The lands were green and healthy, the rivers clear and long. Animals thrived so prey was bountiful and the wolves that travelled the lands lived long and full lives. But all things have to change and eventually, the land began to die, bit by bit, becoming more and more desolate. A strange virus was eating away at it's roots, destroying it and corrupting it. It didn't take long for the virus to begin infecting the animals, mainly the wolves. It turned them into twisted, monstrous things, before painfully and slowly killing them.
Eventually, the remaining wolves fled the land, in fear of the virus. They travelled to a new place, but they missed their old home dearly. So they waited and waited and eventually, the first wolf took the first steps back to Penultimate. A month later, he returned with stories of a beautiful paradise once more. It seemed the virus had dissapeared. But many were still frightened. They had seen what the virus could do. How could they be sure it was totally gone?
Annoyed by the indecision and worry, one of the wolves decided to return to Penultimate and make her home once more. She found a land of beauty, like the traveller described, but she also found something else. A pair of dead wolves, lying at the back of a cave. They'd not been touched by the virus, but by something else. Their was a strange tang in the air, one that many had remarked of around that traveller. The dead wolves had been drained of blood and the she-wolf realised that the traveller was a Tular'ikaniish, a Vampire. A new threat, but one that could be dealt with much easier than the virus.
She returned stealthily and spoke with the traveller alone. He told her that he'd been bitten while travelling the paradise, by some ravaged, half dead wolf. After killing the wolf, he began to change, soon lusting for the rich taste of blood. He'd found those two wolves there, quite old, but apparently untouched by the virus. They'd come from far away. He killed them and satisfied his thirst, before spending the day in the cave, out of the sun, then returning home.
The she-wolf knew that many Tular'ikaniish weren't really evil, just afflicted by a curse with no way out but death. She decided to let him go, but kept an eye on him and any others. Waking the others as day broke on the horizon, she triumphantly declared the land safe and open. But many still feared the virus.
As the land slowly grows and the wolves slowly return, will you be one of them? Or will you hide in fear and indecision for longer and longer? The land is a new paradise, waiting to be rediscovered. Come discover it.
Eventually, the remaining wolves fled the land, in fear of the virus. They travelled to a new place, but they missed their old home dearly. So they waited and waited and eventually, the first wolf took the first steps back to Penultimate. A month later, he returned with stories of a beautiful paradise once more. It seemed the virus had dissapeared. But many were still frightened. They had seen what the virus could do. How could they be sure it was totally gone?
Annoyed by the indecision and worry, one of the wolves decided to return to Penultimate and make her home once more. She found a land of beauty, like the traveller described, but she also found something else. A pair of dead wolves, lying at the back of a cave. They'd not been touched by the virus, but by something else. Their was a strange tang in the air, one that many had remarked of around that traveller. The dead wolves had been drained of blood and the she-wolf realised that the traveller was a Tular'ikaniish, a Vampire. A new threat, but one that could be dealt with much easier than the virus.
She returned stealthily and spoke with the traveller alone. He told her that he'd been bitten while travelling the paradise, by some ravaged, half dead wolf. After killing the wolf, he began to change, soon lusting for the rich taste of blood. He'd found those two wolves there, quite old, but apparently untouched by the virus. They'd come from far away. He killed them and satisfied his thirst, before spending the day in the cave, out of the sun, then returning home.
The she-wolf knew that many Tular'ikaniish weren't really evil, just afflicted by a curse with no way out but death. She decided to let him go, but kept an eye on him and any others. Waking the others as day broke on the horizon, she triumphantly declared the land safe and open. But many still feared the virus.
As the land slowly grows and the wolves slowly return, will you be one of them? Or will you hide in fear and indecision for longer and longer? The land is a new paradise, waiting to be rediscovered. Come discover it.