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==History== | ==History== | ||
| − | The man who now goes by the name Predator Hound with Blooded Fangs was not always the barbarian killing-machine he is now. What was to most mortals a lifetime ago he had a family, a beautiful wife and children. Then they attacked. The attackers were a neighboring state, supported by Realm funding and soldiers, as his home had refused to give in to Realm claims. He was drafted and sent out on border patrol along the desert paths. | + | The man who now goes by the name Predator Hound with Blooded Fangs was not always the barbarian killing-machine he is now. What was to most mortals a lifetime ago he had a family, a beautiful wife and children. Then they attacked. The attackers were a neighboring state, supported by Realm funding and soldiers, as his home had refused to give in to Realm claims. He was drafted and sent out on border patrol along the desert paths. |
In the cold of the night the enemy had attacked one time, viciously killing everyone in the caravan he was set to protect that day. Civilians, carriers, merchants, guards, slaves. All had fallen by the spears of the enemy. Except one man. | In the cold of the night the enemy had attacked one time, viciously killing everyone in the caravan he was set to protect that day. Civilians, carriers, merchants, guards, slaves. All had fallen by the spears of the enemy. Except one man. | ||
| − | He was wounded, abandoned and miles from the closest stronghold, probably razed. Among him packs of wild dogs were scavenging what was left of the caravan, still content with the easy meals the masses of corpses he was surrounded by constituted. There was only one way out he found. Become one of them. | + | He was wounded, abandoned and miles from the closest stronghold, probably razed. Among him packs of wild dogs were scavenging what was left of the caravan, still content with the easy meals the masses of corpses he was surrounded by constituted. There was only one way out he found. Become one of them. |
| − | Somehow he survived, and Exalted at the same time, he not only became a wild dog, he became more. Quickly he sought out his home village, only to find his farm burned down, his children massacred and his wife raped and murdered. And all the time he could only think of the one force that had brought this to happen. | + | Somehow he survived, and Exalted at the same time, he not only became a wild dog, he became more. Quickly he sought out his home village, only to find his farm burned down, his children massacred and his wife raped and murdered. And all the time he could only think of the one force that had brought this to happen. |
| − | The Realm. | + | The Realm. |
| − | It was not long after that that the Silver Pact found him. They taught him their ways and set his caste to that of the Full Moon. But there was something missing for Predator Hound. After ten years working for the Pact he concluded that the Silver Pact was far from aggressive enough and left. He wound up in the Southwest where he joined a band of savage God-Bloods practicing a deadly form of martial arts. Predator Hound found himself adept at learning the style and within weeks he kicked, cut and killed his way to the top of the god-bloods, completely mastering their style. For years he used his band to hit caravans of Realm and Guild connections, earning a fearsome reputation. | + | It was not long after that that the Silver Pact found him. They taught him their ways and set his caste to that of the Full Moon. But there was something missing for Predator Hound. After ten years working for the Pact he concluded that the Silver Pact was far from aggressive enough and left. He wound up in the Southwest where he joined a band of savage God-Bloods practicing a deadly form of martial arts. Predator Hound found himself adept at learning the style and within weeks he kicked, cut and killed his way to the top of the god-bloods, completely mastering their style. For years he used his band to hit caravans of Realm and Guild connections, earning a fearsome reputation. |
| − | Then one day he vanished, the band remained and continued their raids, but without their leader. What had happened to him no-body knew. | + | Then one day he vanished, the band remained and continued their raids, but without their leader. What had happened to him no-body knew. |
| − | Predator Hound had heard a call from the desert. Unable to resist it he had followed, leading him to a long march in scorching heat until he came upon a monastery in a remote chain of mountains. There he found a sect of dragon-blooded outcastes practicing a Martial Art style, revering the constant dance of the desert. Enthralled by this he made himself learn, copied the style and was on good way to mastering it when he again felt the call, this time stronger. He departed the monastery, taking with him one of his dragon-blooded teachers and drew west again, reclaiming his old tribe. This time the call was to defend Creation from the Fair Folk. He engaged the Fae in the West, initially having huge successes, but in the end fell into a trap set by a particularly cunning of the Fae. Suddenly the Predator Hound found himself in the other side of the Creation instead of the West he was in the East. | + | Predator Hound had heard a call from the desert. Unable to resist it he had followed, leading him to a long march in scorching heat until he came upon a monastery in a remote chain of mountains. There he found a sect of dragon-blooded outcastes practicing a Martial Art style, revering the constant dance of the desert. Enthralled by this he made himself learn, copied the style and was on good way to mastering it when he again felt the call, this time stronger. He departed the monastery, taking with him one of his dragon-blooded teachers and drew west again, reclaiming his old tribe. This time the call was to defend Creation from the Fair Folk. He engaged the Fae in the West, initially having huge successes, but in the end fell into a trap set by a particularly cunning of the Fae. Suddenly the Predator Hound found himself in the other side of the Creation instead of the West he was in the East. |
| − | Scouting out the area for a plan on assaulting the advancing Baloran Crusade on this front he heard of the City of Denandsor and its council of Celestials and decided to go there to gain help. | + | Scouting out the area for a plan on assaulting the advancing Baloran Crusade on this front he heard of the City of Denandsor and its council of Celestials and decided to go there to gain help. |
