Lore
Aug 9, 2014 12:17:47 GMT -5
Post by Cascade on Aug 9, 2014 12:17:47 GMT -5
Here is the lore of White Wolf Mountain. Reading it is not required, but it outlines some of the major characters and site-wide plots that we have had. Enjoy!
White Wolf Mountain is a place of mystery. The Mountain is a majestic monolith, rising above all others and overlooking the valley it created. It harbors a Power older than any living thing on Earth. The Power has grown over centuries, millennia, eons—never having been created, but having always existed. Nobody knows how it came to be, but they do know this: the Power is changing, evolving all the time. It sees all but it does not know all. The Power likes to learn. It likes to test its subjects and watch the outcome. The Power is a sentient being. Though it has no physical form and is confined to the Mountain, its influence extends far beyond its home of rock.
The Power started taking an interest in the animals that evolved around it when the Earth was young. Only when the mammals started to come, and the Mountain grew in size with the shifting plates below did the Power have enough energy to begin to act on its whims. The first animal to come under the Power's influence was the wolf. A primitive creature, yet complex nonetheless. The wolf hunted and scavenged, were social creatures, communicating through howls and yips and body language and the Power was fascinated by this. The Power wanted to understand this, and when it had amassed enough energy, it created its own wolf.
This wolf was different than those the Power saw, she was white like the snow, and her eyes were the color of rainbows. At first this White Wolf was distrusted by the others, but eventually they took her in and treated her as one of their own. The White Wolf was revered as a prize among the wolves, and she was taken as the Alpha female to the Alpha male. The White Wolf by this time had accepted her role in the pack, but she knew something was amiss. She did not age. She was as immortal as the Power that had created her.
One fateful day, the wolves of the pack became ill. The Power looked upon this, confused. It infused its White Wolf with some of its magic to wield as she saw fit. The mortal wolves called her a legend, a being as old as the stars. This mystical immortal came to be known as White Magic. The White Wolf healed her pack, and so word of her legendary existence began and continued to grow and be shared across the Mountain's valley.
White Magic stayed with her pack until she became pregnant with the offspring of her mortal mate. She could not bare to stay, knowing she would long outlast him. So she left, making a home on the Mountain where she could raise her pups in quiet solitude. They were born just as white as their mother, with the same multicolored eyes. White Magic named them Taboo, Sheba, and Geist—legend would name them the Three Sisters.
Taboo was the sister to which the Power gave good intentions. She would be kind and generous, helping others before herself and treating them as her own to look over. Sheba became the neutral sister, evaluating circumstances and never choosing a path the would be good nor bad, she was the mediator. And Geist, from whom the Power took away all morals, became the evil sister—sly and cunning and vicious. These Three Sisters were given a link to the Power just as their mother had. The Power allowed them to siphon the endless magic contained in the Mountain and to give small gateways to the mortals so that they could use it. These gateways are called powers.
These new powers manifested as the control of elements and objects, some were stronger than others and could be separated into eight categories: Fire, Earth, Air, Water, Physical, Psychological, Defense, and Offense. Powers were sought after by wolves that would visit the White Wolves, and if they were found worthy, were gifted with these blessings. Geist was fond of destructive powers like the Fire elements, but Taboo was abhorrent of these wild and unrestricted capabilities and only gifted her followers with powers that could be used to help others. Sheba had no qualms about what kind of power went to whom, but would often make each mortal work hard for to earn their keep as a wolf worthy of power. Each sister created a home on the mountain—three separate caves near White Magic's own cave, to which mortals from each alliance would journey in their quest for the White Wolves' gifts.
As the decades wore on, each generation of mortal wolves became more and more influenced by the Power. They had now formed three separate divisions, Good, Neutral and Evil. Good and Evil were always in a state of war, and only self preservation stopped them from battling each day tooth and claw. Curiously, their pelts and eyes were also starting to develop odd colors and markings. The wolves were no longer shades of mottled brown and grey, but as the generations progressed, they were all colors of the rainbow.
A great time of peace blossomed in the Mountain's valley and all packs, despite their alliances, lived harmoniously together. However, the Power is unpredictable and tested the wolves by way of disaster.
It was many, many years ago on a particularly hot summer day that, from one smoldering leaf, a great and terrible fire was born. Voracious and unforgiving, much of the northern forest was burned to ash and the fire engulfed the valley. Hit hardest were the Dancing Shadows, a neutral pack whose territory held the source of the blaze, and who barely escaped with their lives. A few of their number were indeed lost to the fire, a harsh reminder to all that lived in the valley that even the lives of good, upstanding wolves could be snuffed out at a moment's notice. This realization frightened the wolves who had, for so many generations now, lived in peace in the Valley.
The ravaging fire became known as the Great Fire. Things on the mountain began to change after the Great Fire and the land was ravaged and unfit to reside in. Many wolves left as resources became scarce and many packs who were born in the valley perished. Soon the things became so strained a time of war was inevitable. Only a few generations ago a battle unlike any other had been waged as the factions of light and dark attacked each other. Wolves began slaying their foes with tooth and claw and the Valley was bathed in blood. The wolves were barely alive, water sources dried up, prey would no longer be found in the valley, and the fight for survival was intense. The Power witnessed this time of hardship and felt the pain of the wolves it had tested. White Magic was horrified at the state of things and pleaded with the Power to return things to normal. Knowing the wolves of the Mountain's valley had suffered enough, The Power released a wave of magic that engulfed the valley and revitalized the land. Finally peace was possible again.
It took a very long time and it was a slow process, but finally wolves began to return to the Mountain. A few old packs had survived and these soon began to thrive as a new life was breathed into the valley. New and old wolves alike returned and the valley is finally becoming prosperous again. The Power calls out to passerby like a siren song, louder and louder. It draws them in with the temptation of sharing its Power, like so many moths to a mysterious and vigorous flame.
Can you resist the call of White Wolf Mountain?
White Wolf Mountain is a place of mystery. The Mountain is a majestic monolith, rising above all others and overlooking the valley it created. It harbors a Power older than any living thing on Earth. The Power has grown over centuries, millennia, eons—never having been created, but having always existed. Nobody knows how it came to be, but they do know this: the Power is changing, evolving all the time. It sees all but it does not know all. The Power likes to learn. It likes to test its subjects and watch the outcome. The Power is a sentient being. Though it has no physical form and is confined to the Mountain, its influence extends far beyond its home of rock.
The Power started taking an interest in the animals that evolved around it when the Earth was young. Only when the mammals started to come, and the Mountain grew in size with the shifting plates below did the Power have enough energy to begin to act on its whims. The first animal to come under the Power's influence was the wolf. A primitive creature, yet complex nonetheless. The wolf hunted and scavenged, were social creatures, communicating through howls and yips and body language and the Power was fascinated by this. The Power wanted to understand this, and when it had amassed enough energy, it created its own wolf.
This wolf was different than those the Power saw, she was white like the snow, and her eyes were the color of rainbows. At first this White Wolf was distrusted by the others, but eventually they took her in and treated her as one of their own. The White Wolf was revered as a prize among the wolves, and she was taken as the Alpha female to the Alpha male. The White Wolf by this time had accepted her role in the pack, but she knew something was amiss. She did not age. She was as immortal as the Power that had created her.
One fateful day, the wolves of the pack became ill. The Power looked upon this, confused. It infused its White Wolf with some of its magic to wield as she saw fit. The mortal wolves called her a legend, a being as old as the stars. This mystical immortal came to be known as White Magic. The White Wolf healed her pack, and so word of her legendary existence began and continued to grow and be shared across the Mountain's valley.
White Magic stayed with her pack until she became pregnant with the offspring of her mortal mate. She could not bare to stay, knowing she would long outlast him. So she left, making a home on the Mountain where she could raise her pups in quiet solitude. They were born just as white as their mother, with the same multicolored eyes. White Magic named them Taboo, Sheba, and Geist—legend would name them the Three Sisters.
Taboo was the sister to which the Power gave good intentions. She would be kind and generous, helping others before herself and treating them as her own to look over. Sheba became the neutral sister, evaluating circumstances and never choosing a path the would be good nor bad, she was the mediator. And Geist, from whom the Power took away all morals, became the evil sister—sly and cunning and vicious. These Three Sisters were given a link to the Power just as their mother had. The Power allowed them to siphon the endless magic contained in the Mountain and to give small gateways to the mortals so that they could use it. These gateways are called powers.
These new powers manifested as the control of elements and objects, some were stronger than others and could be separated into eight categories: Fire, Earth, Air, Water, Physical, Psychological, Defense, and Offense. Powers were sought after by wolves that would visit the White Wolves, and if they were found worthy, were gifted with these blessings. Geist was fond of destructive powers like the Fire elements, but Taboo was abhorrent of these wild and unrestricted capabilities and only gifted her followers with powers that could be used to help others. Sheba had no qualms about what kind of power went to whom, but would often make each mortal work hard for to earn their keep as a wolf worthy of power. Each sister created a home on the mountain—three separate caves near White Magic's own cave, to which mortals from each alliance would journey in their quest for the White Wolves' gifts.
As the decades wore on, each generation of mortal wolves became more and more influenced by the Power. They had now formed three separate divisions, Good, Neutral and Evil. Good and Evil were always in a state of war, and only self preservation stopped them from battling each day tooth and claw. Curiously, their pelts and eyes were also starting to develop odd colors and markings. The wolves were no longer shades of mottled brown and grey, but as the generations progressed, they were all colors of the rainbow.
A great time of peace blossomed in the Mountain's valley and all packs, despite their alliances, lived harmoniously together. However, the Power is unpredictable and tested the wolves by way of disaster.
It was many, many years ago on a particularly hot summer day that, from one smoldering leaf, a great and terrible fire was born. Voracious and unforgiving, much of the northern forest was burned to ash and the fire engulfed the valley. Hit hardest were the Dancing Shadows, a neutral pack whose territory held the source of the blaze, and who barely escaped with their lives. A few of their number were indeed lost to the fire, a harsh reminder to all that lived in the valley that even the lives of good, upstanding wolves could be snuffed out at a moment's notice. This realization frightened the wolves who had, for so many generations now, lived in peace in the Valley.
The ravaging fire became known as the Great Fire. Things on the mountain began to change after the Great Fire and the land was ravaged and unfit to reside in. Many wolves left as resources became scarce and many packs who were born in the valley perished. Soon the things became so strained a time of war was inevitable. Only a few generations ago a battle unlike any other had been waged as the factions of light and dark attacked each other. Wolves began slaying their foes with tooth and claw and the Valley was bathed in blood. The wolves were barely alive, water sources dried up, prey would no longer be found in the valley, and the fight for survival was intense. The Power witnessed this time of hardship and felt the pain of the wolves it had tested. White Magic was horrified at the state of things and pleaded with the Power to return things to normal. Knowing the wolves of the Mountain's valley had suffered enough, The Power released a wave of magic that engulfed the valley and revitalized the land. Finally peace was possible again.
It took a very long time and it was a slow process, but finally wolves began to return to the Mountain. A few old packs had survived and these soon began to thrive as a new life was breathed into the valley. New and old wolves alike returned and the valley is finally becoming prosperous again. The Power calls out to passerby like a siren song, louder and louder. It draws them in with the temptation of sharing its Power, like so many moths to a mysterious and vigorous flame.
Can you resist the call of White Wolf Mountain?