Post by Bassie on Jun 20, 2010 23:07:17 GMT -8
"Long ago, it is said that the Gods walked amongst us, influencing the world directly. Magic was a real, tangible thing. But that was long ago....
Those times are far behind us. We have thrown off the shackles of the Gods... or should I say gods. If they ever existed, they left us many generations past. They turned their backs on us. And so, we have turned our backs on them. We are the Fallen.
Why should we respect them, give them sacrifice, those that no longer exist for us? No one knows what lies beyond this life. Those that say they do are fools. I say that this is all there is. It doesn't matter what we do here - we don't need to live as if we are trying to earn something. We need to live as if we are LIVING. I say that if nothing matters, then everything matters. It is what we do that drives our destinies, not some shrouded hand of fate. The gods have shattered. We have fallen from Valhalla, and we are Free."
-Fenrir, The First Age.
The wolves of Myddgard have taken their fates into their own control. Some believe the Gods once existed, but have left them for good. Others say there never where any Gods. Others don't care - they don't want to be pawns in a great cosmic game played out by deities. A few say the Gods do exist, and deserve worship - or threaten retribution.
Long ago the two packs followed different Gods, and were at war. The Eyrie pack followed the Vanir - deities of wind, water, and storm. They were opposed by the Njal pack - followers of the Aesir, the deities of warriors. All this was changed when Fenrir, the Njal leader, lead his pack in an act of defiance against their Gods by claiming they didn't exist. Why loose lives to a fight that had been ordered by powerless myths? He went to the Eyrie alphas, Freyr and Lavelia, and proposed a treaty. They were reluctant at first, but the war had been harsh on both sides, and neither pack could afford many more losses. A pact was laid out and sworn into law at the great tree that stood between their lands.
All this was two generations ago. The packs are now ruled by new wolves, but old tensions lie just under the surface. Wars as long as theirs are not easily forgotten, and nor is hatred as deep as theirs once was. To make things more complicated, there is now strain within the packs as to where to stand with the gods. Some have taken their newfound freedom with vengeance, while others support a return to the old ways.
None know what comes to pass next. Will the packs fall apart, forming new factions? Will ancient war break out anew? Will the Gods return, if they even exist? As Fenrir said, if nothing matters, then everything matters.
Those times are far behind us. We have thrown off the shackles of the Gods... or should I say gods. If they ever existed, they left us many generations past. They turned their backs on us. And so, we have turned our backs on them. We are the Fallen.
Why should we respect them, give them sacrifice, those that no longer exist for us? No one knows what lies beyond this life. Those that say they do are fools. I say that this is all there is. It doesn't matter what we do here - we don't need to live as if we are trying to earn something. We need to live as if we are LIVING. I say that if nothing matters, then everything matters. It is what we do that drives our destinies, not some shrouded hand of fate. The gods have shattered. We have fallen from Valhalla, and we are Free."
-Fenrir, The First Age.
The wolves of Myddgard have taken their fates into their own control. Some believe the Gods once existed, but have left them for good. Others say there never where any Gods. Others don't care - they don't want to be pawns in a great cosmic game played out by deities. A few say the Gods do exist, and deserve worship - or threaten retribution.
Long ago the two packs followed different Gods, and were at war. The Eyrie pack followed the Vanir - deities of wind, water, and storm. They were opposed by the Njal pack - followers of the Aesir, the deities of warriors. All this was changed when Fenrir, the Njal leader, lead his pack in an act of defiance against their Gods by claiming they didn't exist. Why loose lives to a fight that had been ordered by powerless myths? He went to the Eyrie alphas, Freyr and Lavelia, and proposed a treaty. They were reluctant at first, but the war had been harsh on both sides, and neither pack could afford many more losses. A pact was laid out and sworn into law at the great tree that stood between their lands.
All this was two generations ago. The packs are now ruled by new wolves, but old tensions lie just under the surface. Wars as long as theirs are not easily forgotten, and nor is hatred as deep as theirs once was. To make things more complicated, there is now strain within the packs as to where to stand with the gods. Some have taken their newfound freedom with vengeance, while others support a return to the old ways.
None know what comes to pass next. Will the packs fall apart, forming new factions? Will ancient war break out anew? Will the Gods return, if they even exist? As Fenrir said, if nothing matters, then everything matters.