Further History
Back in the days when humans lived in waste lands or served as elven slaves, there were a few rebels who swore to change the way of the time. One group of rebels was known as the Black Wolves who was led by a warrior named Fenog and this is how their history goes.
What started out as a normal raid on an elven caravan led to a chance meeting. After the guards were dispatched a human wizard and an elven cleric exited the carriage. The cleric left and the wizard known as Aramur was shown how badly the elves had been treating the humans. Some would say Aramur and Fenog became friends and that Fenog was not a true leader. Fenog was a very brave and strong warrior who had been leading the rebellion against the elves for years, striking every chance he got at the caravans that passed through his lands. Fenog led an attack against the Vaalorian elves which had been a major elven force in the area.
Soon after, Aramur received a letter by messenger from his elven cleric friend who had been traveling with him. It told Aramur of a caravan that was scheduled to pass through the area that would contain the silvers needed to sway the war in the favor of the humans. The caravan was heavily guarded but there were plenty of warriors that over took it. Once the remaining guards fled the Wolves began to search the most elaborate carriage in the caravan, sure that must be where the silver was contained. Upon opening the carriage the sight made no sense at first. There was a young boy in the carriage with an arrow through his chest.
The young boy in the carriage was an elven prince. Knowing that the elves would be relentless against the humans should the prince die, the boy was taken back to the Wolves’ Den to see if the empaths there could heal him. Sadly, it was too late and the prince didn’t survive. Elven reinforcements began to pour into the area and the Black Wolves were driven back to barricade themselves in their den, barely holding off the barrage of attacks.
While Aramur was in his hidden workshop trying to figure out the best course of action, his elven cleric friend appeared to him. Aramur had predictably become a pawn in his friend’s elaborate plan to kill the young boy. With the prince out of the way another was in line to throne, the cleric’s employer. Aramur disappeared in that room and was never seen again.
What is not mentioned in the other accounts of history is the elven prince who was brought to the infirmary was already inflicted long before the arrow hit home with lycanthropy. As the empaths tried to heal him they became inflicted as well. And it didn’t take long to inflict the entire camp. If you sit quietly in the Wolves’ Den you can see the visions for yourself of those who changed into animals and fed upon the bodies of their comrades, families, and friends. You can stumble upon those remains with teeth marks clearly imbedded into the bones where the body’s flesh had been ripped away savagely.
If not for that chance meeting on the path with Aramur, Fenog may have led his people to victory over the elves. We honor Fenog for being a mighty warrior and leader. We hold no ill will against any race for the sins of their forefathers. We remember a time when the good will of strangers helped those around them without hoping for anything in return. We deny aid to no one for any reason and we are friends to all.
What started out as a normal raid on an elven caravan led to a chance meeting. After the guards were dispatched a human wizard and an elven cleric exited the carriage. The cleric left and the wizard known as Aramur was shown how badly the elves had been treating the humans. Some would say Aramur and Fenog became friends and that Fenog was not a true leader. Fenog was a very brave and strong warrior who had been leading the rebellion against the elves for years, striking every chance he got at the caravans that passed through his lands. Fenog led an attack against the Vaalorian elves which had been a major elven force in the area.
Soon after, Aramur received a letter by messenger from his elven cleric friend who had been traveling with him. It told Aramur of a caravan that was scheduled to pass through the area that would contain the silvers needed to sway the war in the favor of the humans. The caravan was heavily guarded but there were plenty of warriors that over took it. Once the remaining guards fled the Wolves began to search the most elaborate carriage in the caravan, sure that must be where the silver was contained. Upon opening the carriage the sight made no sense at first. There was a young boy in the carriage with an arrow through his chest.
The young boy in the carriage was an elven prince. Knowing that the elves would be relentless against the humans should the prince die, the boy was taken back to the Wolves’ Den to see if the empaths there could heal him. Sadly, it was too late and the prince didn’t survive. Elven reinforcements began to pour into the area and the Black Wolves were driven back to barricade themselves in their den, barely holding off the barrage of attacks.
While Aramur was in his hidden workshop trying to figure out the best course of action, his elven cleric friend appeared to him. Aramur had predictably become a pawn in his friend’s elaborate plan to kill the young boy. With the prince out of the way another was in line to throne, the cleric’s employer. Aramur disappeared in that room and was never seen again.
What is not mentioned in the other accounts of history is the elven prince who was brought to the infirmary was already inflicted long before the arrow hit home with lycanthropy. As the empaths tried to heal him they became inflicted as well. And it didn’t take long to inflict the entire camp. If you sit quietly in the Wolves’ Den you can see the visions for yourself of those who changed into animals and fed upon the bodies of their comrades, families, and friends. You can stumble upon those remains with teeth marks clearly imbedded into the bones where the body’s flesh had been ripped away savagely.
If not for that chance meeting on the path with Aramur, Fenog may have led his people to victory over the elves. We honor Fenog for being a mighty warrior and leader. We hold no ill will against any race for the sins of their forefathers. We remember a time when the good will of strangers helped those around them without hoping for anything in return. We deny aid to no one for any reason and we are friends to all.