Lorthanoth
Explorer
Vrakash's tribe lived close to the sea, hunting in the estuary and living in the saline marshes as they had done for years uncounted ('many yesterdays' as they would say); Vrakash was the tribal wokan... a position thrust upon after the untimely death of the old wokan, Vrakash's master.
Relatively clumsy and weak, Vrakash had never been accorded much respect by the other scaled folk. His placations of the spirits never seemed quite good enough, and his predictions were scoffed at. He warned the tribe that a new god was coming to their home, a god greater than mother sky of the glittering eyes, or father earth of the bountiful trees. This god came on wings of night, and breathed death.
The others mocked him. They laugh no longer, now bleached bones, slain by a black dragon that claimed their land for its own. Vrakash, clumsy and weak but wise enough to flee, survived.
Maybe he will make a new tribe, with other outcasts and misfits?
Relatively clumsy and weak, Vrakash had never been accorded much respect by the other scaled folk. His placations of the spirits never seemed quite good enough, and his predictions were scoffed at. He warned the tribe that a new god was coming to their home, a god greater than mother sky of the glittering eyes, or father earth of the bountiful trees. This god came on wings of night, and breathed death.
The others mocked him. They laugh no longer, now bleached bones, slain by a black dragon that claimed their land for its own. Vrakash, clumsy and weak but wise enough to flee, survived.
Maybe he will make a new tribe, with other outcasts and misfits?
