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<li data-xf-list-type="ul">Gender: Male</li>
<li data-xf-list-type="ul">Race: Taurean/Bovine Humanoid</li>
<li data-xf-list-type="ul">Home: The Plains of Arnir - Dyami Tribe</li>
<li data-xf-list-type="ul">Nickname: Jak</li>
<li data-xf-list-type="ul">Sexuality: Heterosexual</li>
<li data-xf-list-type="ul">Class: Shaman Warrior</li>
<li data-xf-list-type="ul">Age: 30 Years Old</li>
<li data-xf-list-type="ul">Familiar: Pseudodragon named Drudetreg</li>
</ul>Your life started out simply enough. You were the oldest born to your father and mother, putting you in quite a position for when you were older. Your father, the Chieftain of your tribe, expected many things of you - one of those many things was to take control after him or produce an heir that would do so instead. You approached that duty horns first - literally. You grew up to be a great warrior, a man who held his tribe and his family higher than any self wishes or desires. You were selfless. You were kind. But you were a natural leader, even if you were not as personable and outgoing as your father or mother were. You observed, you listened, you paid attention when it was needed the most.<br/>
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You like details, and as such, you notice the little things about people that others seem to overlook. You are a grand strategist; a man who can outlast any enemy if it all boiled down to the plans put into place by your wondrous mind. You have a gift for war, a gift that many before you lacked entirely. Your tribe was not know for it's strength, but rather for it's skills in the magical arts. You were more spiritual than the others. You were blessed more than they were. They did not know your strength until that strength was tested and you came out warriors with a fierce bite and a sharp blade.<br/>
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The spirits of the realm shine down upon you, although for your family, they did not. You were the savior that was written about in prophecies of old - the one that would unite the tribes as a whole, and yet, you had to suffer greatly before the wheels were forced into motion. A great darkness swept through the plains, and while your tribe was the first to encounter this unspeakable disease, they did not succumb. They were not the ones that were the weakest. Your family, though. Your family did not make it out alive.<br/>
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Your father was the first to fall, and while he was young for a Chieftain, you knew that this could be a possibility one day. Your child came thereafter, a young man who would have showed promise had he been greater than four years of age. It was your wife though, her sparkling blue eyes and the love she had for everything that you did....it was her that broke you, and you weren't sure that you would ever be the same. Your younger brother survived along with your mother, and they stood by you as you pushed aside your grief and fought for the ones that had given up everything so that the rest could survive. You fought for your father. You fought for your son. You fought for your wife. But most importantly, you fought for the greater good.<br/>
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As you fought, memories began to surface. They were memories of your teenage years; of people you'd almost forgotten about due to the responsibilities toss upon your in such a small space of time. The night before the greatest battle of your life, you awoke with a start. The hide covered tent that you slept inside could not keep the dreams from finding you. Her name was on your lips, soft and kind, just as she had been. You hoped that she was safe. You hoped that the front that you were putting up would stave them away so that she could not be harmed.<br/>
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You were a great warrior, Marjak. You were a great man.</div>
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</div><br/>Death.<br/><br/>It was as much apart of life as breathing, and for Marjak Blackmane, it was another reason to add to the ever growing list that reinforced the reality of the fact that life was not worth as much as he'd once thought. Reminders of the things he held near and dear to him were faded. There were young warriors at the front of the lines now, all of the weathered and experienced combatants too injured or already sunk into the void. The spirits were pulling away from them - the great Tribe of the goddess Dyami was weakening, their flame filled blades burning blue no longer. The other tribes found themselves in similar circumstance, but Dyami was by far the hardest hit. His tribe would not last a fortnight - not if the tides did not turn in their favor. Marjak had come to terms with his looming death. He did not know what the prophecies held for him, nor did he care to know, but should he have ever found out, he would have known that death was not in his future for at least a little while longer.<br/><br/><b>"Jak! Takala is requesting reinforcements! She thinks that she can break through if she just has another chance to...."</b>Marjak was too deep in thought. He barely heard the young man enter his tent. The bovine man was bent over his map, thoughtless glancing over the layout of the land before them. They had to act if they were going to survive. Perhaps the desert could act as more of a friend than a foe....<b>"Jak! Cheiftain! Did you hear me?"</b>A firm grip grasped his upper arm and Marjak tossed his head up quickly with awareness. His nostrils flared with irritation, but he did not take it out upon what appeared to be a slightly young version of himself.<br/><br/><b>"Tuari,"</b>Marjak spoke his brother's name with caution, a warning to the bull to stand back.<b>"Takala knows she needs to withdraw. Why has she not done so? Are you disobeying my command?"</b>Marjak raised an eyebrow at his brother, daring him to enter into the trap he'd so easily placed. Tuari was not easily fooled, however, and he swallowed hard as he looked at Jak's sternly challenging expression before he replied.<br/><br/><b>"Takala knows her orders, Jak, but you have not shown your face on the field over the last two days and people have started to whisper."</b>Tuari pulled up a make shift seat next to Jak, his furs and leathers covered with sand from the desert.<b>"They have started to question whether or not you are a fit leader. They are starting to wonder if perhaps Takala or one of the others should start making commands instead of you. I know this not to be true, but brother, you've got to do something before it's too late."</b>Ari put his hands under his light weight blue hood. It was a symbol of their tribe, and Marjak wore one that was only slightly more embellished than his brother's.<br/><br/><b>"Patience is a virtue that father never taught you, Ari."</b>Marjak said with a deep laugh and a quick shake of his head.<b>"When have I ever let you down?"</b><br/><br/>Ari reciprocated his brother's laugh and stood to pat Jak on the back roughly.<b>"Never, but don't forget, the bull's horns are not for decoration. Get them dirty, Jak. Let them see how powerful our chieftain truly has become."</b><br/><br/>Marjak took his brother's words to heart, and that night, just after sunset, he announced that they would continue on with the battle during the night, regardless of what disadvantages would greet them. Jak's steel short sword hummed with an energy he had not felt in quite some time, but with the same token, the staff that lay in a sling along his back seemed to call to him as well. It was the magic - for good or for evil, he felt it. Before taking to the front lines, Jak moved around his tent one last time. He caught sight of a sleeping scaled figure in the corner, and without hesitation, he collected it with his bare hands and held it close to his chest.<br/><br/>He cooed to the creature in a language only few understood, and with a giant yawn, it opened one yellowed eye to peer up at the bull that held it.<b>"Dru,"</b>Jak whispered to the tiny dragon, the ends of his furry snout rubbing against the scaly back of the creature in a caring cuddle.<b>"Wake up. We've work to do."</b>The dragon yawned again before it began to move in Jak's hands. He seemed well rested and Jak noted his coloring was more vibrant than it had been earlier that day. The red scales were dark and bloody looking, but it was not the creature's life force that leaked from them. It was the way he was painted by the spirits. It was the way that Jak had found him when he was only fifteen years old.<br/><br/>With the creature perched on his shoulder, Jak emerged from his tent a short while later. Drudetreg was more aware than he had been, and like an eagle keeping watch, the dragon took in his surroundings and ensured that Jak was not in any direct trouble. Jak addressed his people with Dru supporting him without words, and together, they presented themselves as a cohesive front. Bull plus Dragon, shaman plus familiar.<b>"And that is how we will stand,"</b>Jak wrapped up, his face stern as he spoke.<b>"Together, united, and without...."</b><br/><br/>A screech ripped through Dru louder than any Jak had ever heard before, and immediately, the creature leap off Jak's shoulder and continued his loud warning call. It was not a warning for Jak, the bull quickly realized. Instead, it was a warning for the bodies seen on the horizon. A war was happening, and a battle was coming near. It was not a time for citizens to make an appearance. It was not a time for liabilities to occur.<br/><br/>Tag:<a class="username" data-user-id="320" data-username="@Nasuada" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/320/">@Nasuada</a>