Beasthide Shifter
Urban scout 1 - Ferocious Barbarian 1 - Ranger 3 - War Shaper 4 - Were-Touched Master 1
Life in the Fallen was very easy to describe because it was the same day over and over again. As far as I could remember I would wake hungry, then we would prowl our section of Fallen hunting rats and foxes for food, perhaps the other tribes would raid and we would fight or we would raid them and fight. Hunger and violence were the threads of my life.
Urban scout 1 - Ferocious Barbarian 1 - Ranger 3 - War Shaper 4 - Were-Touched Master 1
Life in the Fallen was very easy to describe because it was the same day over and over again. As far as I could remember I would wake hungry, then we would prowl our section of Fallen hunting rats and foxes for food, perhaps the other tribes would raid and we would fight or we would raid them and fight. Hunger and violence were the threads of my life.
But the thunder of voices in my head and the fact I knew no other life meant I never thought it might be different. Until the day I slew Ragnar in battle and took a fang of his for a trophy. Through it I forged a connection with him. His voice was loud and clear to me and on occasions it could drown out all the others and we would speak. He bore me no ill will for his death, for he was old and a honourable death in combat was all he could hope for ( though my new tribe tell me in their world the old are looked after and cared for when their usefulness is long past). Ragnar had fought as a mercenary outside the Fallen and he told me tales of life outside the rubble in the city. Of flowing wine and beautiful, soft women. Of sleeping on beds and not rocks and feasting on meat until your hunger was sated.
Still the call of the tribe was strong and I may never have left if the murdering scum of the Blood of Vol had not stolen me and slaughtered my Tribe. Now I am in exile but it is not all bad. I have found a new tribe and they are brave and strong. Kapeck who is feisty and tough, Anvil who is steady and generous, Katerina who wields strange powers with grace and Loric who can drink most men under the table.
And I have seen so much, the city spreads beyond my dreams and is full of wonders and beauties. Also I hear tales of the Reaches wear Shifters live and where the trees cluster so thickly you can travel for days without touching the floor. In my life in the Fallen I saw one lone sickly tree, I can barely imagine so many but I want to see it. The world is so much bigger than I thought and I will see it all. I will not forget my old tribe but with my new one there are sights to see, wine to drink, wenches to embrace and the Blood of Vol to be sent screaming into the next life.
Zol, 10th Olarune 998 Y.K.
“They” came for him in the night, dark masked figures, shadows silently floating down from the towers of Kenton. "They" knew exactly who they were coming for and did not deviate from their plan. The Black Claws stood strong as one, but they were overwhelmed by the dark assassins, 18 members of the Black Claw tribe died that night, yet before their blood was cool on the floor an unmarked skycoach swooped into the gloom of Fallen and stole away into the night with all the assailants and the shifter, Ajax.
Today the survivors see Ajax as cursed and they will not let him return to the tribe, he has collected his belongings and must never return.
Favoured Tactics
Subtle is not aword Ajax understands (quite literally as no-one has ever taught him that word). He favours charging right down the enemies throat, shifting and raging, and hitting them as hard as possible.
He has grudgingly accepted some ideas (such as slowly approaching arrow firing enemies using Anvil's arrow catching shield) but fundamentally it is his belief that the only way to deal with an enemy is to get in there and hit it.
Speed and power are all that matters in his opinion. If you were to boil his combat philisophy down to one word, it would be SMITE.
Zol, 10th Olarune 998 Y.K.
“They” came for him in the night, dark masked figures, shadows silently floating down from the towers of Kenton. "They" knew exactly who they were coming for and did not deviate from their plan. The Black Claws stood strong as one, but they were overwhelmed by the dark assassins, 18 members of the Black Claw tribe died that night, yet before their blood was cool on the floor an unmarked skycoach swooped into the gloom of Fallen and stole away into the night with all the assailants and the shifter, Ajax.
Today the survivors see Ajax as cursed and they will not let him return to the tribe, he has collected his belongings and must never return.
Favoured Tactics
Subtle is not aword Ajax understands (quite literally as no-one has ever taught him that word). He favours charging right down the enemies throat, shifting and raging, and hitting them as hard as possible.
He has grudgingly accepted some ideas (such as slowly approaching arrow firing enemies using Anvil's arrow catching shield) but fundamentally it is his belief that the only way to deal with an enemy is to get in there and hit it.
Speed and power are all that matters in his opinion. If you were to boil his combat philisophy down to one word, it would be SMITE.
