Post by Ursarius on Sept 21, 2013 2:22:33 GMT -6
Archon Stood with his head held high, Leader of the Mountainmen, The Ursanids of Ursus Dauntamontis. Before him, A Great Fire burned in a large basin of stone. The Embers crackled and spitfires danced into the air, sparks flying as it devoured the firewood. It was time, Archon wore his Dull Golden Helmet, his best waxed leather Chestplate and the necklace of claws and teeth he wore since he was a young Bear. On his Right Side stood his Nephew Markkus the Druid. on his left there stood Marzaeus the Scout. The Three truest of Ursanids on the Mountain. They had the blood of the First Mountainmen flowing through their veins.
The Three Dauntless Stood looking over the fire into a snowy pit closed in by piled rocks. A structure that had been there for as long as most Bears could remember. They called this pit "The Oracle" For it saw everything, and only those events that were witnessed in the pit could be called History. And it was time for it to be written once more.
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Ursarius Dauntless Stood in Human form in the center of the Pit. She wore a long Black Coat, furred at the collar. A Green Sash and a Daggerbelt that held six narrow daggers and a throwing axe. In her right hand she held her trusty staff. Ursa's hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail and a hardened leather helmet was placed on her head. She was ready for a fight she would never forget. She looked over her shoulder to the stands, filled with bears roaring, breaking her concentration. She could hear one human voice, and she locked her eyes on Drogax. He stood there on one end of the Circle, offering whatever support he could from the sidelines.
The Three Dauntless Stood looking over the fire into a snowy pit closed in by piled rocks. A structure that had been there for as long as most Bears could remember. They called this pit "The Oracle" For it saw everything, and only those events that were witnessed in the pit could be called History. And it was time for it to be written once more.
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Ursarius Dauntless Stood in Human form in the center of the Pit. She wore a long Black Coat, furred at the collar. A Green Sash and a Daggerbelt that held six narrow daggers and a throwing axe. In her right hand she held her trusty staff. Ursa's hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail and a hardened leather helmet was placed on her head. She was ready for a fight she would never forget. She looked over her shoulder to the stands, filled with bears roaring, breaking her concentration. She could hear one human voice, and she locked her eyes on Drogax. He stood there on one end of the Circle, offering whatever support he could from the sidelines.