Winter's Darkness
Contents
Character Stats[edit]
Traits[edit]
Full Moon Caste Lunar[edit]
- Swift, Relentless, Savage, Strong
Heart's Blood[edit]
- Birds of the Air, Beasts of the Field, Everything which Creepeth upon the Ground, Fish of the Sea
The Great White Wolf[edit]
- Keen Senses, Rending Jaws, Wolf-as-Pack
Man of the North[edit]
- Hardy, Hunter
Keys[edit]
Key of ???[edit]
Key of ???[edit]
Key of ???[edit]
Secrets[edit]
Secret of the Hybrid Body[edit]
The Secret of the Hybrid Body -- Pay 1 mote to use a tag from the “Hearts’ Blood” Trait with any other Trait.
Secret of ???[edit]
Character Information[edit]
Backstory[edit]
There are wild places, in the far cold North of Creation, where men do not live as they do elsewhere. They do not build cities, but instead huddle in small villages, crowding around flickering fires that barely hold back the darkness. They do not farm, they do not build. They hunt, and in turn are hunted. And over it all, the Great Wind blows endlessly, and rejoices.
For this is how she wishes it. A wild place. A preserve. Where she can roam free, and savor the trembling prayers of those who amuse her - and watch great monsters rend and tear those who do not.
Birth and Early Life[edit]
In his mortal days, he was named Styr. The youngest son of Grima, born of his third wife, he grew up as many children did in those times, tending the cooking fires and butchering what bounty the hunt provided. He grew lean and strong, taking his first deer by eight, and his first boar by twelve, the creature having run itself up the length of his spear.
In time, he took a wife from among the women of a neighboring village, and so might have lived out his days, short as they often were for his tribe. But the Creators are fickle and merciless, and the Gods that serve them ambitious, and so it was not to be.
Exaltation[edit]
Perhaps their hunt had not pleased the Great Wind. Perhaps it was simply ill fortune, or a passing fancy. Whatever the reason, as Styr and a few other young men were returning from a hunting trip one of the Creator's monsters set upon their village. A horrific thing, all wings and claws and wickedly sharp teeth, it threaded its way through the village. Those in its path it plucked from the ground, some devoured instantly, others carried screaming to great heights before they were released, the sounds of their death carried by the wind.
The hunters charged forward, their kills dropped in the snow, to fight and die as men of the North do.
A great battle ensued, daring, desperate hunters against an invincible demon. In the end, the broken bodies of villagers and hunters both littering the ground, Styr drove his spear deep into the jaws of the oncoming monster, killing it as he had the boar years before, the iron point driven deep into the creature's brain. But the monster was deadly even in death, its great bulk continuing forward, impaling Styr with impossibly long talons, pinning him against the wall of a hut.
And so he would have died, his life forgotten, his empty village a monument to the Great Wind until she - or time - claimed it in the end. But Luna had been searching for those she would forge into her own weapons in the coming rebellion, those perhaps overlooked by the Sun, but no less powerful, or deadly. And so the Silver Lady came to his village, her fingers touching his lips as blood welled from them, and granted him an Exaltation.
I have need of you hunter. Rise, and be an arrow in my quiver. I will make you into one of Creation's greatest warriors - and let you rip the heart from those who have taken so much.
Present Day[edit]
When Luna rides out on one of her hunts, it is often said she is accompanied by one of her Chosen, in the form of a great white wolf. Rumors of what take place on those hunts follow her - both fearful and salacious - though both return looking sated, and the wolf's muzzle often red with blood.
A character in the PbP game Lady Raiton.
