DarkBringer

Loud | Impatient | Sly

Fighting Style: Close-combat warrior

A follower of War travels closely behind War and his sister: Deceit. While the Followers of Deception insert themselves within chosen clans as targets, the Followers of War await on the outskirts until they're needed. This process can range from a few days to a matter of years. When at long last the Followers of Deception drive the clan to the edge of all out war the Followers of War are called in to action. With just one spark the clan members are at each others throat. The process of war in comparison to the process of deception is only a matter of hours.

Cleaver Apparel An effective weapon; an ineffective kitchen utensil. 500 Weapon

Bloodscale Chest Guard Apparel Forged in blood, this chest guard is pieced together from the trophies of vanquished foes. 5500 Armor

Coiled Burnserpent Meat Mysteriously hot-blooded for a reptile, the burnserpent uses its body heat to startle predators while it wriggles away. 38 4 Favorite Food

Tales of Terror Trinkets A dusty moth-eaten tome pocked with glowing eyes. It's pretty safe to judge this book by its cover, though it might be a good idea to wait until it's not looking right at you. 47 Collects

The moon had finally begun to rise in place of the blasted sun that baked DarkBringer's fragile scales. All the while pleading with her mother to let her back in the cool damp cave. She begged and exasperatedly yelled that she couldn't take this heat any longer. "Will you apologize to your sister?" "Absolutely not!" DarkBringer had snapped back. "Well then rot out there." "Augh!" DarkBringer flung herself into the grass, dry and discomforting. Why should she have to apologize anyway? Her sister had started it by stomping on her tail to which she swiftly returned a well deserved chomp on the arm. When she explained this to her mother all she got was the typical, "Vengeance will lead you down an unforgiving path." "Are you ready to apologize?" Throwing herself upwards DarkBringer marched to the caves entrance. Her mother softly called to her sister: "Smolder your sister has something to say to you." Facing her sister and under her mother's wretched eyes DarkBringer began softly, "I'm sorry...... THAT YOU'RE AN AWFUL TAIL STOMPING SISTER!" Pummeling her sister, DarkBringer was swiftly snatched up by her mother. "WHY YOU LITTLE VERMIN, HOW COULD I HAVE EVER BEEN SO UNLUCKY TO HATCH A DAUGHTER LIKE Y-!" She had cut herself off at this point, twitching her ears. "Your father is home get in here and pretend you're normal." Entering the cave Smolder stuck her tongue out at DarkBringer. Before DarkBringer could react her mother had picked her up and taken her to her room. "STAY!"

DarkBringer had always dreaded when her father returned home. Their cave dwelling had always gone dangerously silent when he paced through the entrance. Genuinely her father was in a bad mood and looked to take out his frustration on any who dared speak to him. This had usually been DarkBringer's mother. "She's the one stupid enough to talk to him." DarkBringer had thought to herself. Locked away in her room DarkBringer was busily muttering to herself schemes of revenge for her rotten sister. "Rats in her bed? Hmm.... mice in her mane? No it has to be something far worse than that." Her thoughts had quickly been cut off as her mother and father began their usual screaming match for the evening. "Ugh, I'll never think of anything with all this racket." DarkBringer threw herself into her hammock next to her poorly crafted window and curled up, awaiting sleep.

The years had passed rather slowly and in that time DarkBringer's parents had began drastically pushing for DarkBringer and her sister Smolder to perfect their stupid magic. It didn't help that Smolder was leagues better and DarkBringer had practically no skills in the subject. She had preferred close encounters, melee fighting, which she was rather good at. Although, her parents never seemed to notice or at least pretended they didn't. "C'mon DarkBringer watch your sister do it. You need to draw the magic from your throat and direct it with your paws." "You don't think I know that?" DarkBringer quickly snapped back at her mother. DarkBringer readied herself to attempt another summoning, all the while Smolder jeering at her. "Really it's not that difficult you just have to try harder. See look." DarkBringer let out a growl as her sister, effortlessly drew out her magic and swiveled it around her. With a flick of her tail Smolder directed the magic at her sister, being sure to slash at her arms. Screaming out in pain DarkBringer quickly leapt towards her sister, only to be stopped by her mother. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU SAW THAT! I KNOW YOU DID!" "No I don't think I did. I think I saw Smolder attempt to give you some advice and you tried to attack her." The smile her mother added at the end was most unpleasant. "BU-" "No buts, you listen to me. I did not raise you to be this incompetent." Her mother inched closer to whisper in her ear. "Your name has proven to be nothing more than a blemish to this family. I suggest you get your act together before you disappear completely."

War

Mantle

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