Server: Argent Dawn EU
Faction: Horde
Guild: Cult of the Raptor
Venue: Grom’Gol Basecamp, Stranglethorn Vale
Contact: Najih
Time: 20:00 Game Time.
Meeting Location: Grom’Gol Basecamp, Stranglethorn Vale.
Target: Rebel’s Camp, pushing back to Darkshire.
The Trolls are going to reclaim what’s theirs first by eradicating the humans from Stranglethorn Vale, any troll would know that humans are amongst the most hated of the trolls and only a foolish headhunter will decline an invitation to such a glorious bloodshed.
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Guild Name: Cult of the Raptor
Guild Leader: Adnaw
Guild Website: http://thecultoftheraptor.forumcircle.com
Faction: Horde
Races: Troll
Other Contacts:
The penetrating heat of the moist jungle day cools down to a humid temperature night as the moon shines down upon the ocean. Gentle waves lap the coast keeping a low steady rhytm that makes the the jungles of Stranglethorn Vale seem alive with a steady slow heartbeat. The growls of large cats and distant roar of the raptors is a chilling reminder of what lies out beyond the ring of light thrown by the bonfire. An old withered Troll hobbles into view sitting in a prime location by the fire. The flames illuminate his face oddly, as his wrinkled skin takes on new and savage looks, light and shadows playing across it. He smiles and looks at the young gathered trolls. Many of them move to be close to him as story time is about to begin, each one fighting hoping to have the story they want to hear picked. One young troll girl looks pleadingly at the old one and he nods, choosing her.
“Please, Mastah Tik’jin, please can we hear da story about how da Loa Kukul’Kan came ta be?”
The other troll children nodded. Although not their favorite, the Kukul’kan story was an important one for them and they all liked to hear of the Great Raptor. The old troll began to speak.
“Ahh well, dis’ be a story of how all tings come to be den. Dis be from when time start. Dis be a good story, one no told often as no many be knowin’ of da time befo da loa.”
The old troll cleared his throat and began almost in a whisper drawing the children closer as they moved in closer to hear better. His voice was clear – almost chanting-like quality as the story went on.
“In da beginning Great Father Sun be lonely as dere was only he and da Night. In his loneliness he much desired a mate above all else and would often shed tears at hims sadness.”
“Sister Night took great pity on Great Father Sun an’ fo’ many years she be gatherin’ his tears into her. When she could be holdin’ no mo of the Suns’s tears as she was finally full up she burst in one great moment an’ from her came Great Mother Earth.”
“Now dis did not use up all the tears within her and she still spills some occasionally, but dat is another story of how da rain be comin’. Great Father Sun seeing da Great Mother stopped crying an’ has never shed another tear again. Earth and Sun had a great many children bringin’ forth da Loa we all hear about today, but in the beginning all was bleak there was no color in dis world and derefore no order.”
“Great Father Sun decided dat all his children needed a warden. Sun took a handful of Mother Earth and small parts from each of his children da Loa and he shaped dem into a form dat pleased him most. In da end it was still not right, so den Sun opened his veins and poured his blood upon his new creation.”
“Sudden like, Kukul’kan sprang to life. Great Father Sun smiled as he was proudest of dis his newest child and he sent him to da Mother Earth. Kukul’kan came forth and wit him came colour. Upon Kukul’Kan’s raptor like body was adorned beads and many feathers, one for every colour we be knowin’ an seein’ today. Upon his head is a crown of Turquoise feathers to show his rightful place among da Loa. Dat be why da colour of Turquoise an’ feathers be ways of showin’ hims yas devotion. Kukul’Kan now in da world began hims many adventures dat we be hearin’ about today. Dis be da world befo’ mon, when da spirt world an’ our world be one. Dis be da time of da Loa. Many tings happen an’ many tings change. Da tribes call da Raptah Loa many tings, some called Kukul’kan, Ula’tek an’ others called him Hethiss, but many forgot hims first name. But now it be remembahd.”
Closing his eyes and slowly raising a pipe of peacebloom to his mouth, he inhales deeply and the children know that story time is over. They slowly saunter off to bed and some dream of the Great Raptor that night, knowing that they are destined to be followers of the great Loa.
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Server: Argent Dawn
Faction: Horde
Guild: Cult of the Raptor & Darkspear Tribe
Venue: Grom’Gol Base Camp, Stranglethorn Vale
The rainy season has begun in Stranglethorn. The nights are dark, fires burn high, and evil spirits are close.
As the Tribes prepare to set off to spring hunting grounds and to plant fields near villages, the witchdoctors gather to prepare the ritual night to welcome the spring and ward off the bad spirits for the new seasons to come.
Date: 17 May 2009
Time: 20h00
Location: Grom’gol base camp
Event details:
Word is spread among the Horde of preparations for this night and many look forward to the revelry with anticipation. Even curious elves and studious forsaken seek to discover the secrets of the terrible, ancient trollish festival. Rarely is such voodoo open to all.
It is a night of masks, bonfires, song, and stories.
All are invited to share their scariest stories, poems, or songs.
The revelers are asked to wear masks to help confuse evil spirits.
Come ready to Whoop, dance, drink and scare the bad spirits away.
More Details: Harvest Song, 17th May, 20h00
It has been a whole year, already!
http://www.argentarchives.org/search/node/harvest+song
OOC details:
As usual, no out of character discussion in /say, /yell or /emote. As this is one of the more “peaceful” of festivals the trolls celebrate, folks are asked to keep PvP off for the event. Brought to you by the Cult of the Raptor and the Dakspear Tribe. Wear a mask, and bring a short and spooky story.
Contact: Adnaw or Tsathoggua
Brought to you by the Cult of the Raptor and the Darkspear Tribe.
