Wargrave
May 22nd, 2004, 12:02:53 AM
Author's Note: This will set the stage for some events which have all ready been written about, or enough people know about to follow...
Balmorra- 1000 Years ago
It is not something highly reported…but there has always been a Wargrave. Not a Maester Wargrave, no…that was added by the Imperial, Taylor Millard, when he first took the mantle…but a ‘Wargrave’ has existed on Balmorra for at least four millennia. And ironically…it was a Millard who created the name.
When Thom Macbeth-Millard first fought his cousin and the Kiterixes for control of the small village of Bin Prime, he created an alter ego for certain…missions…his confidant, the Jedi Edgar, wouldn’t approve of. The missions dealt with the occult and, at times, the Kiett Order.
Macbeth, we will call him Macbeth to distinguish him from latter Millards, created the name as a warning, a way of reminding himself and those around him, how deadly war was. Or…how grave war way. Wargrave to be exact. But the name struck a chord with both him and his enemies, causing them fear, and Macbeth fear as well. For it was in this name that Macbeth tapped into the side he hid from everyone…his dark side. He found comfort and pleasure in it. By ridding the world of his enemies and those who opposed him, Macbeth/Wargrave found himself enjoying his work. When he killed the leader of a tribal clan near Mulcibar’s Hammer, Wargrave smiled as he saw the blood dripping from his sword. He had indeed found pleasure in killing.
But he was not a psychotic…not in normal terms. He was a hero to most, after all, he defeated invading hoards and massacring foes. He protected Bin Prime, but also infected it. The name ‘Wargrave’ was spoken in hushed whispers and silent tones, much like it is today. Citizens of Bin Prime learned to misstep invited a dark shadow into your home and a quick, but merciful death. Thom Macbeth-Millard was being replaced completely by his alter-ego. And he was enjoying it.
A part of it can be blamed on the Kiett Order. That ancient sect of witches has always been tied to Balmorra, even if they make their home elsewhere. For because they assisted Macbeth in his battle, they became tied to the family Millard and the planet. And they became connected with Wargrave as well. In the later days, when Taylor Millard took up the mantle of ‘Maester Wargrave’, the Kiett Order was there to watch over him. Morag Prime saw it fit to make Millard an ally, and thus generations to come. When you make ancient alliances, they can be forgotten, but not broken. Millard learned that and so will future generations.
Ah, but back to our tale of Wargrave. Macbeth was enjoying his time as Wargrave, he’d protected his village, which was beginning to increase in size. The Republic was starting to send ships again, but not a government. They appeared willing to let the regional warlords keep control of their land. A feudal system perhaps, but one that worked. Balmorra had no senator but didn’t need one. It wasn’t a part of the Republic. Only a semi-type of territory. On its own but not completely.
Wargrave was on the move, hiding in shadows and whatever darkness he could find…or muster on his own. He was on a mission, a mission for the Kiett Order (and his own personal gain). A member of the Republic Senate (a low level aide) was visiting in one of the local hotels. The problem the Kiett Order (and Macbeth) possessed with this person was his location. The Kiett Order wished to move into Arkania just a bit…find some old Sith Relics and the like. They promised Wargrave even more training and since he had no master (as Wargraves rarely did), of course the growing Dark One agreed. If there is one thing all Wargraves possess, it is the intense addiction and desire of knowledge.
All Wargraves look the same as well…the black, flowing cloak trimmed in red. The black gauntlets and boots and the sword hanging off of the belt. And the stony face. The stony face a mask of rage and calmness all the same. The only difference with the original Wargrave, a symbol on the front. No one in this time knows what it was…even the Kiett Order either cannot (or will not) discover its identity. However, certain rumors say it was the symbol of an ancient order, even older than the witches’ coven, although that is certainly hard to believe.
Wargrave slipped near the entrance to ‘Hannibal’s Dragon’, a simple and quaint tavern near the edge of town. His boots made no noise, hidden by the music playing in the tavern next to it.
”You do not see me,” his voice intoned
as he slipped past the innkeeper and up the stairs. Even he couldn’t sneak that well.
Up the stairs and to the right. Three doors down. Three knocks…yes…that is the signal. To let the monster in (yes, Wargrave is indeed a monster). The sing of a blade as it exits its scabbard. The whoosh of the blade as it cuts through the body. The splash of blood as it stains the wooden floor below.
A smile from the Dark One. He could feel his power increasing. The village would indeed be his soon…he could almost for see it. But first…finish the mission. Find the documents. The documents with notes on what the aide observed during his visit.
No…no the aide didn’t suspect anything. No the aide gave a good report. Pity…but…ah this is interesting…Wargrave’s dark eyes scanned the pages quickly. Apparently, the aide neglected to tell Macbeth about the large stocks of minerals in the mountains. Minerals which could be turned into metal, which could be turned into machinery. A virtual influx of economy which could propel Balmorra towards the front. All it needed was the industry which this now-dead younger aide, with little or no experience wanted.
The Dark One smiled…he could provide this and have one of the Kiett Order sisters go to Arkania to ‘negotiate’. Even if Jedi were on the planet it wouldn’t be a problem…it shouldn’t be a problem.
Balmorra- 1000 Years ago
It is not something highly reported…but there has always been a Wargrave. Not a Maester Wargrave, no…that was added by the Imperial, Taylor Millard, when he first took the mantle…but a ‘Wargrave’ has existed on Balmorra for at least four millennia. And ironically…it was a Millard who created the name.
When Thom Macbeth-Millard first fought his cousin and the Kiterixes for control of the small village of Bin Prime, he created an alter ego for certain…missions…his confidant, the Jedi Edgar, wouldn’t approve of. The missions dealt with the occult and, at times, the Kiett Order.
Macbeth, we will call him Macbeth to distinguish him from latter Millards, created the name as a warning, a way of reminding himself and those around him, how deadly war was. Or…how grave war way. Wargrave to be exact. But the name struck a chord with both him and his enemies, causing them fear, and Macbeth fear as well. For it was in this name that Macbeth tapped into the side he hid from everyone…his dark side. He found comfort and pleasure in it. By ridding the world of his enemies and those who opposed him, Macbeth/Wargrave found himself enjoying his work. When he killed the leader of a tribal clan near Mulcibar’s Hammer, Wargrave smiled as he saw the blood dripping from his sword. He had indeed found pleasure in killing.
But he was not a psychotic…not in normal terms. He was a hero to most, after all, he defeated invading hoards and massacring foes. He protected Bin Prime, but also infected it. The name ‘Wargrave’ was spoken in hushed whispers and silent tones, much like it is today. Citizens of Bin Prime learned to misstep invited a dark shadow into your home and a quick, but merciful death. Thom Macbeth-Millard was being replaced completely by his alter-ego. And he was enjoying it.
A part of it can be blamed on the Kiett Order. That ancient sect of witches has always been tied to Balmorra, even if they make their home elsewhere. For because they assisted Macbeth in his battle, they became tied to the family Millard and the planet. And they became connected with Wargrave as well. In the later days, when Taylor Millard took up the mantle of ‘Maester Wargrave’, the Kiett Order was there to watch over him. Morag Prime saw it fit to make Millard an ally, and thus generations to come. When you make ancient alliances, they can be forgotten, but not broken. Millard learned that and so will future generations.
Ah, but back to our tale of Wargrave. Macbeth was enjoying his time as Wargrave, he’d protected his village, which was beginning to increase in size. The Republic was starting to send ships again, but not a government. They appeared willing to let the regional warlords keep control of their land. A feudal system perhaps, but one that worked. Balmorra had no senator but didn’t need one. It wasn’t a part of the Republic. Only a semi-type of territory. On its own but not completely.
Wargrave was on the move, hiding in shadows and whatever darkness he could find…or muster on his own. He was on a mission, a mission for the Kiett Order (and his own personal gain). A member of the Republic Senate (a low level aide) was visiting in one of the local hotels. The problem the Kiett Order (and Macbeth) possessed with this person was his location. The Kiett Order wished to move into Arkania just a bit…find some old Sith Relics and the like. They promised Wargrave even more training and since he had no master (as Wargraves rarely did), of course the growing Dark One agreed. If there is one thing all Wargraves possess, it is the intense addiction and desire of knowledge.
All Wargraves look the same as well…the black, flowing cloak trimmed in red. The black gauntlets and boots and the sword hanging off of the belt. And the stony face. The stony face a mask of rage and calmness all the same. The only difference with the original Wargrave, a symbol on the front. No one in this time knows what it was…even the Kiett Order either cannot (or will not) discover its identity. However, certain rumors say it was the symbol of an ancient order, even older than the witches’ coven, although that is certainly hard to believe.
Wargrave slipped near the entrance to ‘Hannibal’s Dragon’, a simple and quaint tavern near the edge of town. His boots made no noise, hidden by the music playing in the tavern next to it.
”You do not see me,” his voice intoned
as he slipped past the innkeeper and up the stairs. Even he couldn’t sneak that well.
Up the stairs and to the right. Three doors down. Three knocks…yes…that is the signal. To let the monster in (yes, Wargrave is indeed a monster). The sing of a blade as it exits its scabbard. The whoosh of the blade as it cuts through the body. The splash of blood as it stains the wooden floor below.
A smile from the Dark One. He could feel his power increasing. The village would indeed be his soon…he could almost for see it. But first…finish the mission. Find the documents. The documents with notes on what the aide observed during his visit.
No…no the aide didn’t suspect anything. No the aide gave a good report. Pity…but…ah this is interesting…Wargrave’s dark eyes scanned the pages quickly. Apparently, the aide neglected to tell Macbeth about the large stocks of minerals in the mountains. Minerals which could be turned into metal, which could be turned into machinery. A virtual influx of economy which could propel Balmorra towards the front. All it needed was the industry which this now-dead younger aide, with little or no experience wanted.
The Dark One smiled…he could provide this and have one of the Kiett Order sisters go to Arkania to ‘negotiate’. Even if Jedi were on the planet it wouldn’t be a problem…it shouldn’t be a problem.