You gaze out on a grim and frozen landscape. Tall snow covered evergreens line the sides of steep hills on either side of small winding path ahead of you. Shading your eyes, you scan the horizon, noting the jagged peaks looming to the north. Breathing in the harsh alpine air with contempt, you draw your cloak a little tighter. This snowy place does not agree with your serpentine blood. Chuckling to yourself you wonder why you even bothered to make this strange trip and reflect on how it came to be... The night before Xzium appeared at the door of your training hall. "Am I disturbing you?" "No, just perfecting the fine art of execution." In jest you lash out with blinding speed and cut a single threat from his collar. Unmoved he forms a slight smile., "My lord, there is a strange...visitor wishing an audience with you. "Fine, If I don't like what he has to say, he can ...help with my training.", you state with a grin., "Send him in" " I think perhaps its best you meet...him outside the gates sir." " How ...entertaining Xzuin. Very well." you state dryly as you buckle on your swords. With an arcane word you teleport down to clan's gates. Standing in the court yard is a strange sight. Before you stands a huge woolly mammoth with a large ebony carriage on its back. Surprisingly it reacts as if it recognizes you and advances. Instinctively you feel alarmed for an instant, then it passes. The mammoth bows its massive head to you. Tied to one of his great tusks is a crimson envelope with your name scrawled across the length of it. He patiently waits for you to release the letter, unmoving. It comes free easily, and you can see its back is sealed in red wax with a paw print? It opens to reveal black flowing script on deep crimson paper. Well met Sir The whisper on the wind is that you wish to know the trials and tribulations of the folk of this fine land. I invite you to come hunting with me tomorrow. I'll tell you over dinner. Thin- ps I hope you enjoy the irony of your transport as much as I do. Until we meet! You now in the plush carriage atop the mammoth as it stomps along the winding path. As the day wanes and dusk looms the path enters a thick spruce forest. Under the thick canopy of evergreens the dwindling light turns to a dim gloom. The mammoth barely fits through the narrow path, its sides brushing through the snowy boughs. Full into the evening the path breaks into a snow covered clearing. A crisp night sky full of bright stars shines down on a ring of ancient stones at its center. The mammoth comes to a stop before the stones and kneels down. From behind one of the stones a wolf with silver fur saunters toward you. A grin reveals a maw of pink stained fangs. "Hiel Annuvin." He says as he trots up to you., " I hope the trip found you well. The others are waiting for us. Are you hungry? I sure am. Lets see if the mother rewards our skill with blood tonight." " Hardly my idea of a hospitable time wolf." You state frankly. He laughs merrily. " You wanted to know! Come on, the moon is on the rise." Following his lead you dive into the forest and before long your tongue begins to taste the sent of a doe recently gone by. The wolf nods knowingly at you and follows you down an invisible path. He catches the sent and howls. Off in the distance the howl is answered by another. With that he breaks onto your path with swift motion. The two of you fly through the forest locked on her scent. Up ahead you here thrashing, panicked braying mixed with viscous snarling. The two of you turn a tree to see two more wolves taking down the doe with ruthless efficiency. " Way to nab our kill ladies." He says with a friendly jab. The younger looks up with red jaws and grins back. "Snooze you loose old timer." The older of the two licks her lips and smiles. "There is plenty for the four of us." With a shimmer of mist she shifts from a wolf to a strikingly beautiful human with ivory pale skin and jet black eyes. "Ischade and Aliera, meet Sankin of the clan Annuvin" They both give you a knowing nod. As you all feast on the kill, Thingol tells you his story... I'm of Aesirian heritage. Long long ago I awoke in that savage land. From the beginning I've worn this form and have relied on my fangs over magic. When I was a wee cub I lived in days of chaos. Every day was spent wondering whether I would eat before a killer found me threw my bones to the winds, marching off with my armor as a prize, or worse, destroying my corpse outright and sadistically defending the grave so my ghost could not return. But with every day I became less and less the hunted and more and more the hunter. In early days I fell in with my blood brother Skie. After killing a senior Yakusha he was invited into the mysterious and powerful Katyusha. After a dozen fine kills of my own skie convinced the leadership of my worth and I was invited to join. My brothers and sisters where strong and ruthless. We toasted with the blood of our enemies daily. In time I became a powerful force among killers with over one hundred kills. But alas, all things Goliath have there David. For all our might, one by one our immortal leaders faded into the void until that last in an ultimate display of treachery, betrayed us to the hateful Shinoku. With no immortal, we where shattered. For awhile we despaired, but then we grew in resolve. Those of us left from the old days where rank with experience and vast wealth. What need of clans did we have?, just the thirst to kill all they where not us. But the powers that where frowned on killers and the new generations wanted nothing to do with our shockingly violent ways. Many had recently followed the enigmatic Scourge to his strange new land. With disdain for the tame and peaceful time most would follow. For a time I wandered the lands a shunned relic from the past, killing what or who was brave enough to fight, or stupid enough to get caught. But there was no thrill, and so no joy. I grew weary and gave my form to Clare. My ghost wander between the lands and the void until Aesir's Ragnorak finally befell her. For a long age I slept in the void until my spirit grew restless. I willed my form to be and awoke here in this promising land of the timeless Scourge. The Mistress of Vampires took me in and fed me. I an grateful and name her my patron. Two brother and a sister had survived the ravages of time and where well met. And so these days a once proud killer spends his days in a strange prison so that one day he may one day rise out of the ashes and reclaim his former glory." " And thats the story of me!" hey..You gonna eat that leg?