Thanos Niire
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The Story Behind the RPG
Friendships are forged in a time long ago
Deep in the Caucasus mountains hundreds of years ago, both a wolf pack displaced by flooding and predators moving into their own packlands and an Indian tribe isolated of their own accord came to a tentative agreement, something like the tribes of old in legend did. The wolves would offer their protection to the tribe members, and the tribe would in turn protect and revere the wolves. Over time, this agreement became more of a friendship or a partnership, and the next generations of the pack extended their protection into something more of...assistance. They hunted with the warriors and the hunters, and rather than seeking out their own territory, they shared with the humans, sleeping by their bonfires, the pups sometimes cuddling up inside the teepees on blustery nights. Some knew that their ancestors were watching from the heavens, cursing their lives for behaving like desperate domestics, letting these humans pet them, carry their pups around like cargo, eating from their fingers and letting them tattoo, pierce, paint and decorate their bodies. But the tribe, for generation and generation worshipped these furred gods upon the earth, even constructing them at the base of a totem in the center of the land and laying flowers and gifts at its base in thanks.
A battle for life....or death.
The tribe had been relatively left alone in all their years in the snowy mountains in Russia. But developers and poachers had heard tale of the possibilities of the land for garnering tourists. And poachers, having long ago exhausted wolf-hunting in Siberia were excited by the prospect of fresh pelts for the market, wolf meat for the exotic dining establishments and body parts for the medicinal carts. Together, they traveled high into the snow-covered mountains with a small squad who harbored intentions everything but good.
The seer of the tribe could feel their presence approaching. He alerted the chief, who alerted the warriors for what could very well be the final battle. The seer, on the other hand, had plans of his own. Through a mystical alchemy the likes of which are explainable, the seer managed to construct an alternate world somewhere between the living world that we all inhabit, and the spirit world, where those who have departed move onto for eternity.
The warriors fought valiantly, but eventually lost their lives to the high-power guns and grenades that the squadron weilded. The wolves, fighting by the side of their human brothers also battled tooth and nail for their home and their families, but were also no match. The tribe, the lands, and the wolves on it were all obliterated, much to the chagrin of the poachers: the pelts were ruined, as was the meat, and the land was thought to be cursed with the blood of the slaughtered tribe. But the seer had completed his task, and suspended neatly between life and death, the souls of the women and children, of the fighters and the wolves alike were stolen by this new world where they were greeted in a desert by the same totem pole they had so revered in life, and so the land was affectionately referred to as Totem. Some willed themselves to this existence with their dying breaths, and others were taken unwillingly, kicking and screaming in their final moments. But either way, Totem has become a world amongst itself, the inhabitants living, hunting, fighting as they had in the normal world until their souls tire and depart to eternity in the spirit world, far from Totem.
A world where desert exists alongside frigid tundra which exists alongside shimmering beaches with sparkling waters and white sands, Totem is a world where your only limitations are the bounds and reservations of ones will and imagination. A land where everything exists as it is painted delicately in one's mind, perfection for all who will it to be. Some revel in this new form of life where their paws leave no prints, where their breath does not cloud in the below-zero temperatures while others desperately search for their out in the form of renewed life or oblivion through true death. Only one thing is certain: "life" in Totem is another adventure unto itself.
Edited by: Thanos Niire at: 2/3/05 1:28 am
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