Legends of Belariath

Gali Shuminta

Current Jobes: Mercenary for hire.Tracker/Hunter.Body Arts Tattoo Artist and PeircerGuard for Hire.Sorcerers Sanctuary SalesManEir to the Thown of Rathil( Toppled Nation)Clan Chief of the Hengenma.Student at UnigoStudent of Mayalaya( training to be Mage-warrior)

Teacher of:FencingCapoaraUnarmed self Defence.The incorpuration of dance in fighting.Comunication with the spirit world.Long sword forms, Crossbow Short bow, both mounted and grounded.The intergration of the Mental and physical aspects of combat.. or inother words the combination of magic with weapons as a balanced form of combat.

Skills known:Black smithing Iron-TrainedTracking.Stealth.Armored Spell casting

Slaves:Honor Slave Babi: Cute cat girl completely submissive and willing to fulfill every desire Gali has.

Alsatia: Lovely little Fae with a stubern streak who is learning her place.

Caidan: Black and white Two tailed Vulpine who takes great delight in Galis torture.

Current Property:One plot of land in the UJ section, just between the forest and the town. A three bed room tree house house compleatly furnished with the third bed room set up as a Torture/Training room.

Languages:CommonCat-personElven(learned)Drak Sen(learned)Dark Elf(learned)

Life and Times

Birth. Gali was Born to the cat-woman Yerlima, a snow white cat-girl who happened to be the honor slave of the Cheif of the Hengenma then Known as the Black Claw, Naburan Black Claw a Regal looking Panther color and feature sporting man. Gali's Birth was a celebrated event, if for no other reason then he was a secound male to be produced in the clan in under 5 years( Which if you have read the cat-person histery and background you know why thats so amazingly) and to the clan leader who already had a son named Yoroji Age 3. However while Galis birth was a grand event it also ment that Gali himself was going to be put to a life of being the secound. Since As is true with kingdoms there can only be one Cheif, and the birth of a male to the current clan cheif normaly ment who would be next inline to lead the village, simply because there was normaly only one male born to the clan cheif. However if there were two it could mean a violent and deadly struggle for power between the two siblings. So in order to make it so that there would be no chance of that Gali, having been born secound was given the CLan name Shuminta, or in common “Secound Born” To Yuroji the Clan Name BlackClaw showed that Yuroji was indeed ment to lead the clan later in life. Gali not knowing any of this was raised as the Secound one, treated only as another member of the clan, almost in a sense that he was adopted by Naburan rather then as a fathered child.

Child hood: Around the age of 11 Gali was for better or worse seen as another young lad around the clan. He and his elder brother Yuroji were both taught fighting and hunting by the Rangers of the clan, however only Yuroji was given lessons in magic by the mages of the clan. This was due to the fact that the clan cheif had to be skilled in both Melee, and Magic otherwise how could he hope weild and control the FLaming blade of the clan.In most respects Gali knew, or had a vague Idea that Yuroji was is true bruther as apposed to simply beleiving that he was addopted, however he would not be given the chance to prove such as his life was shattered by a Hulking shadow creature. He had to watch as his mother, father, eldist brother freinds and clan were slaughtered infrount of him by an unknown figure of shadows and seething black flames. Escaping simply because he was knocked unconscious near the end of the battle he was left for dead. Upon his awaking he set out and left his home in search of his family's killer with nothing but a few cloths a dagger, some dryed meat and an all consuming hunger for vengence.

middle years.- By the Age of 16 Gali was no more closer to finding the creature that had destroyed his family and in lands to far off from his home to possibly consider going back to find clue. His journys up to this point are best noted by the number of slave tradding companies that have had him on their list as “Unbroken slave”. There were times when Gali might have given in to the thoughs of slavery that were beaten daily in to his mind and body, however the Hunger for vengence is far stronger whtn the toll of those who have died out weigh the number of lashings you get every day as a peice of property. Through more cleverness and manipulation then most would belive possible Gali was always able to escape, either by revealing information to the guard captains about those among their number secretly lining their own pockets, or “letting spill” that there were slaves who were trying to escape as a means of luring the guards in to an ambush. In trueth Gali had lead more then 4 slave rebelions before his 16th birthday yet most did not take a young cat-boy to be the mastermind behind such things... luckly him.

It was through the 4th Slave rebelion that Gali had come to be on the far islands of the outskirts of the Empire and it is there that he encounters the Drak Sen Maltavius. Having attempted to swim in the sea After the rebelion on a slave merchents shit set it ablaze. He had lept over board and fallen pray to exaustion Gali was rather surprised when he was rudly awakened by the sudden sharp poking of a knoby little Cane. Frowning he pushed himself on to his stomach and begain to bring back up the saltwater in his lugs. After a breif moment in time in which he was prodded twice more with the cane he was moved to the interior of the Island. He was blind folded and lead through the jungles to a city of elabret stone buildings and court yards. and thin inside one of the smaler buildings and placed in a bed. Gali slept for 2 days and only came to when he was once again prodded by a knobby cane. A emerald scaled Male Drak was standing over his bed in flowing robes. Maltavius Was a rather odd person even as far as Draks go, however during their conversation( if you can call it that since Gali spent half of it wolfing down every ounce of food he could get his hands on) He Questioned Gali about his life and the means of travel he used to get here. after hearing the less detailed version of Gali's story he informed Gali that he had reached an Island of athousand names where Drak Sen and their Elder lived along side the populice of the Island and that so long as Gali was willing to work for his supper he was welcome to stay. The following 4 years were a time of peace for Gali as he was allowed to remain in a sociaty that did not see him as a possible commadity or peice of property, yet as another among them to welcome with open arms. These years are not talked about by Gali as he prefures to keep the secrets of the Island however it is widly beleived that while on this Island he was possibly inlove with and engaged to a Female Drak Sen. However he will never give a sign aye or nay, yet his right hand will always move to the pouch that holds a usless Iron Key as though grasping at memorys bitter sweet.

Adult hood:Gali now the age of 20 Felt that he had stayed far to long in a place of comfort and rest, after he had a dream of the terreble creature once again devistating his clan. Biddign fair well to the Inhabitence of the Island he left their lives for ever with a better understanding of selfdefence, and a Admoration for Drak Sen... as well as a good chuck of their language stuck in his head. He set off in search once more for the killer of his family and great hopes for the future. His journys led him through more then his fair share of adventures an towns in trouble that he has saved, and marrages that he has broken( even does not know their ever was one) and it is no wonder that in a few under known places of the world He is known as the Two Faced Beast, sen as half saviur and half damned house wrecker. Afer 4 years of serching, following clues and loosing trails he was one agin no closer to finding his coury and nolonger sure he would. yet it is at this point that he makes his First apperence in the lands of Belariath..... the gods help us all.

Gali's first apperence in Game:Gali only came to the land of Belariath as a place to rest and to restock suplies and weapons. However as most often do he was instently shocked.. and then alured and then seduced by the constent sights of sex bondage and rape that lace the land. So being a cat-person he let his lust run rampid after all there wasn't much of a reason not to. The cat-man was never much of a combatant or attempted to stop the rapings as he noticed that after the 4th or 5th stroke of a shaft inside them most woman begain to for lack of a better word fuck back. Gali went about looking for supplies and was introduced to a veriaty of races he had never known such as Silthians, Vulpines, Minos, and the Nymphs. He attempted to start a name for himself in the lesser chaos tournament, however due to a complication could not finish his match.Gali did indeed make a name for himself, he was Dubbed by the many ladys( a few of which were nobles) as the Fuck tiger thanks to his more then sexualy active life style, however one does not become known as a sexual beast and not take the downside that comes with it. Galis life in this land was suddenly disrupted when a female, wolven, suddenly took an interest in bringing him to heel beneath her collar. Partialy because of his reputation as a sex aholic, and partialy because she beleived him easy pray to her.. wolven perssuasion. Gali fought 6 battles with the woman and was eventually caught and Put to auction. He was sold for no less then the asking price of 475 Mhls to a human woman who beleived she could possibly seduce and perusaide him in to being her bodyguard. However as Gali was the unknown leader of some 4 slave riots and rebelions his own capture did not last long. After both beating and Raveshing( had to give her something for her troubles) his would be mistress he attempted to run but was caught and strung up from a tree by the same female Wolven who had caught him before. He was told that he would be hanged if he did not yield to her and become her personal slave as she had grown rather annoyed with him and thus wanted to break him herself. Gali simply smiled at her before moving his tail around sharply he slapped her in the face and then came darkness and oblivion

Oblivion: Its rather odd for some one to believe their who life that there is no after life only to find that there is. Gali walked through the valley of death and was able to catch glimpses of another life beyond the one he knew. His family was there.. all the members of his tribe that had been slaughtered when he was a child stood at the edge of the forest. When gali moved to join them he was not welcomed and his grandfather a catman who resembled a great black panther stepped forth and spoke these words” Lost child of the Hengenma hear my words and take heart, for we who have crossed in to this world are but shadows and honorless. The creature that claimed our lives has taken our sacred weapon and is feeding of its energies... You must regain our honor and the Blade of our founder Therisa Black claw and restore it to its rightful beauty. You will know it by the mark of the black tiger it bares. Defeat the foul creature and remind the world that the Black claw still cuts deep!” Gali stood and watched as his family and his dead clan turned their backs on him and he moved to follow yet something seemed to wrap around his neck. He reached up to remove what ever it was and was yanked back and dragged through the valley of death screaming for his brethren screaming for his mother screaming for an end.

Resurrection: Gali awoke to see a somewhat worried Tempest staring down at his form. He pulled in slow shaky breath as he attempted to sort out his thoughts not sure if it had been a dream or truth. His hands reached up and slide around his neck felling the course fur and raw flesh of the hanging wound and he frowned. Had he died and had met his Tribe., or had it all ben a near death dream? When the healer moved to heal him he shook his head and refused the healing that would return his flesh and fur to normal and accepted the scar that would serve as a reminder of what he had to do and what he had to find. He however id not at the rime realise that keeping the scar ment he would nolonger be able to purr as the vocal cord that made the sound had been baddly ruptured. Gathering his belongings and the weapons that he could he set off once more in to the unknown to find the creature that had slaughtered his Clan and to regain lost honor, But not before making a quick stop to see the wolven woman who had both nearly enslaved him and nearly killed him. THeir battle was one to be a finaly a battle to the death... if you need to know who the winner was then you obviusly havn't been reading this properly.

Discovery: Gali searched for half a year moving from town to town in the empire he had little to go on save for a memory that was more then slightly blurred about a dark and oversived figure. He followed reports of destruction on a massive scale and ran in to no less then 6 groups of bandits, one dragon, a family of rock trolls and a squad of dark knights. He was about to loss hope when he heard a report of a creature in the great forest to the west that was attacking cat people. Gathering his remaining supplies he took of by horse to the destination immediately. If this did not turn out to be the right one the least he could do was help a Tribe from meeting the same end as his own.

Destruction: When Gali finally made it to the great forest he was unable to find any trace of the tribe of Cat People he had come to save, save for a burned down village and a few far off homes that had been empty for what seemed years. Down hearted and feeling defeated he wandered through the forest aimlessly. Filled with despair at not being able to help and at loosing his best lead consuming his mind... until he caught the high pitched scream of a woman. His ears perked in the direction and he raced off towards it. As he grew closer he was spurred on by the cry and screams of men and children. He came to a large clearing and paused his body heaving as he stared at the sight before him. Men and woman both Feline and human were running about franticly as a 14 foot tall figure of Shadows moved through the village, a long wicked looking glaive being swung from side to side cutting down man, woman and child with out care. The sight tore at Galis heart and a rage as he had never known surged through him. Drawing his blades he rushed forward in to the center of the commotion. He brought his right hand up and hurled a dagger at the creatures head which stuck and stopped with only an inch of the blade in its thick hide. He growled and shifted direction, crouching low he lept on to one of the houses that was not inflamed and then to the next attempting to circle around the creature and attack. He was only ten feet away then the creature suddenly turned and raised its weapon over its head swinging it in a downing arch at the house that Gali currently stood upon, his quick reflexes were all that saved him as he leaped down to the earth before the creature. He stared up at the hulking figure and their was a pause as both seemed to truly see one another and possibly remebr their past meeting. The creature yanked hard on its great weapon and uprooted the house before bringing the great glaive down again, aimed where gali was standing. Crouching down and pushing of with his legs he lept sideways and was only barley unscathed, yet the creature finding him annoying and quick, lunged its form forward one large hand reaching out to attempt to grab Galis tail. Gali rolled his body forward slightly pulling it in to a ball and let the momentum of his leap carry him through the window of the house and on to the stone floor inside. He landed on his stomach, knocking the wind out of him as he skid along its surface. His breathing short and his strength leaving him he knew he had to find a way to end this quickly or he would die like so many others. Pushing himself up he cringed as the glaive as thrust in to the house its wide blade suddenly turning flat as it was yanked up ripping through the roof of the house causing it to cave in. Knowing he would be crushed Gali lept up and grabbed a hold of the great glaive and was hoisted in to the air as the creature turned to stare at the source of extra weight on his blade. Gali could see the dagger in its head and he had one final Idea. As the creature gave the long arm a sudden shake first up then down Gali pulled up and then pushed down with his arms following the motions of the creature. The result was his body being propelled upward sharply. He tilted his upper body forward gaining enough leverage to cause his feet to touch down on the blade of the Glaive, he quickly crouched and then pushed off with his well muscled legs once more leaping forward and at the same time pushing the glaives blade down to unbalance the creature and force it to turn his head as its body leaned to follow the glaive in its downward tilt. Gali raised his right leg and struck it out before him pushing the heel out and aiming it to connect with the bunt of his dagger. the force of their opposing motions worked both with and against Gali. As his foot connected with the bunt of the dagger he heard and felt 2 things. One the satisfying suction as the dagger was shoved forward in to the creatures brain, and then a scream of raw agony that followed, and two a sudden loud crack like that of a bone being broken as pain raced up his leg from the heel to his shin. The creature in all its dark splendor wobbled around tearing at its face as if hoping to pry the dagger out and screaming like a thousand claws raked against a chalk board. Its body began to convulse and shake violently as tendrils of black light snaked up its form like it was being ripped apart by a dark light from the inside. Flinging back its head it roared as its body ruptured and a thousand objects were hurled out from its exploding carcass. Gali had little time to react and he was suddenly flung back by the force of the creatures exploding carcess, he sailed backthrough the air with flying De bree until something large and blunt struck his head and then darkness.....

Redemption: Gali awoke nearly three weeks later. He felt disoriented and groggy yet me moved out of the bed he had been placed in and looked around. Every where he looked the village was being repaired and the sighs of a struggle were at a minimum. He asked around wondering what had happened in his slumber and was told that The creature, What ever it was seemed to have been roaming the land devouring things of magical property and ability. When Gali asked how they knew this they explained” When the creature was defeated it was forced to release all the energies that it had used to sustain it.. as well as the items that it was drawing magic from” Gali turned as he heard these words and saw that there were a good many people of the village recovering objects of every type shape and size and taking them to a line of mages who seemed to study them attempting to understand their magical purpose. Gali remembering his grandfathers words spoke forth and asked if they had recovered a blade with the symbol of a black tiger on it. The people searched high and low among the many weapons tossing a great many that seemed better or more potent to the side until they found a Mithril rapier its handle having been eaten through compleatly was gone, yet its Blade was Violet in color and the finger guard was nearly black it seemed, yet it had the desired mark. Gali reached out for the blade and paused as he felt a resonance in its handle and he breathed softly feeling a calming in his soul as the knowing that he had managed the first part of his goal. He was thanked by the many people of the village and gathering supply's he set off once more in to the unknown heading back to these lands as he now had to complete his task and restore the blade to its true beauty.

Restoration: Gali Has done a good many things to gain the money to both have the blade reforged, as well as re-enchanted. He gathered the funds through the use of his own body and by fighting in bouts for small purses of coin. Gali left the land once more setting off to the Island of athousand names where he asked for the blade to be shrappened and honed to fine quality by a freind of his there. The end result was the blades current design of vines and thorns and still retaining its color. When Gali asked why the blade was still Violet the only anser he was give was” No matter what I did the blade would not change its color”. After returning to this land he saught out some one to restore the blades powerful magics. He had to wait for nearly a month to get it to the SS to finish the process of restoration. But once he did He was able to get it done by Marissa. He watched as she embedded the blade with its magical powers and energy's once more and in the middle of the casting he gave his own blood to Once more strongly bind it to the service of his family and this made the flames turn their dark Color.( rped out) Once the weapon had finally taken on the last Enchantment of magic and its magical flame became the Crimson/raven colors that most know it as now, he felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders and knew that his clan was finally at Peace.

The change of heart: Gali has started hearing voices in the night. His dreams filled with the image of his grandfather speaking of the oldways of his clan before it was tainted by the learnings of darkelves. This was only strange because Gali can barily remeber his grandfather. After five nights of these visions Gali decieded to turn around his own life. He would no longer torture a woman until she beged him to fuck her and he would nolonger make a point of attempting to break as many hearts as he could by sleeping around. It is at this point that he gives up his injoyment of being known as the fuck tiger, Of fighting for simple enjoyment, and also turns his back on dreams of becoming an assasin to carry on the dark teachings of the BlackClaw. Recalling the words of his grandfather in his dreams he has started calling his clan by their original name Hengenma, yet for some reason Gali now seems to be hearing things.. seemingly odd whispers on the wind.

The Test: Gali has subjected himself to a test. a battle of wills verses nature. The test is to reframe from having sex for a month. The great temptations of this land were more then a challenge and the actions of a Drak, a few different nymphs, two humans, and a fellow cat person almost caused him to give in and seek the velvet folds of their sex. Yet he persevered and finally found himself no longer a slave to his body's insatiable lust. He still feels it however he no longer feels the urge to follow it down any path it leads just to get a piece of ass.

Reversion: Gali has caved in to the constent annoyances of life and his attempt to turn his life around by becoming more nice and freindly, in essense a hero has been stomped in to the ground by numerus thefts, far to many fights, insult after insult, over 20 attempts to make him a slave, and his falling in to dept. Gali, while still holding to the beleifs that there is always a better way, has once again returned to the dark and prideful cat who never raped any one(Save ofcourse his would be mistress) just teased them until they caved in and asked for it)but even that little decree may change soon.

The haunting: The whisperings of the wind have grown worse to the point that it seems there is always some one out of sight whispering in Galies ears. He has been both saved and harmed due to attempting to find out why he is being plagued by voices in his mind beleiving he has gone insane.. However after a mishap while training in the arena Gali saw the most disterbing thing in his life the ethereal image of his grandfather before him. He ran screaming out of the arena and back to the shelter of the forest where he was greated with the image of his grand mother. he wanted to run but his grandfather was behind him and the two spirits cornered him. He was made to lisson to two storys one( his grandfather) telling him he had done good by returning to the clans roots and he should try to stick with it, the other( his grandmother) screaming and wailing about how he was bringing shame beyond anything possible before to his dead clan. Gali has lissoned to these two voices for some time now and he has come to one conclusion he is willing to do anything to make the noise stop.. anything...

A first: After the reversion Gali grew easily angered and his annoyance at so many finaly grew to the point that he could not contain it any more. Taking a Fae in to his custedy he has shocked, clawed, cut, beat, and raped her over the opening weeks of winter. Having found a suitible release for his frustrations. He plans to make the Fae his slave as a means to show the world very clealy that he is not some whimpering fuck toy with out a collar but a beast to be reconed with. Thanks to the constent words from both his grandmother and Grandfather, Gali has come to terms with his darkness and his light, becoming both a fighter who will protect.. and a monster who will destroy.

Registration: Gali has recently taken an intrest in slavery, more along the lines of an intrst in taking slaves. He currenly has one slave Named Babi and is looking to get a few more.

Revival: Gali has finaly begone his mission to Revive his dead clan, not by returning its dead members to life, but by starting up again. HE feels he is almost ready to take the position of clan chief and that is more then enough encourgement for him to start looking for new members.

Higher learning: Gali has become fully aware of the fact that he is the Hengenam and that by his own birth right has the right to lead the Clan, However First he must Prove himself worthy in his own eyes as well as his ansesters. Gali must first master the combination of Magic and Weapons, For this he has joined the Tower of Unigo as a means to study the workings of Magic and possibly gain a better understanding of his own odd gift to speak with the dead. As well as attempting to find out more about his clan as the Whispered voices in hsihead are both cryptic and overly annoying as they whisper both dark urgings and Valient demands.

Set backs: Saddly Gali has come to a very sudden and painfuly annoying halt in his magical learnings. His love of armor is hindering his ability to cast spells and thus stopping him from advancing any further. As a means of understanding and moving beyongd this limit he has had a pair of Mithril Gauntlets as a means of learning to conduct magic through the metal. He was short on funds and almost did not get them yet Mayalaya payed for them as a present and he himself would then become her student as a means to better understand the art of Casting in armor.

SHattering limits: Gali Stood in the center of the Arena's sand pit staring at the 5 wooden dummys made for the training. Dressed in his normal attire of black clothing with silver trim and embroidery, as well as an aray of weapons. The cat-man started forward once more slowly moving over the sands of the pit with his weight balanced on the balls of his feet. Takking a deep breath about 3 feet from the dummys he paused and spread his feet out slightly planting them firmly. His arms spread wide before his form and he closed his eyes as the clawed and fured fingers that were half covered by black mithril streached out and tensed sharply as he took yet another breath.

The now common, yet still odd sensation of finding ones center an then using it to gather in the ambiont energy around ones self once more caused the fur on the cat-mans body to stand on end as he felt the slight warming sensation beneith the toned muscles in his arms and hands. His ears twiched as the wind begain to whistle as it streaked past his form and he felt a sudden drop in the climite around his body. It was never a comfortable feeling to have ones insides feel heated while ones outsides grew cold, yet he had delt with this situation far to many times to let such a sensation distract him.... much.

His fingers straightened in their streching lining themselves up as the soft electric hum Crimson and Ebony colored lightling Begain to slither smoothly from his upperarm, down the leinth of mithril and over his fingertips. His shoulders rose as his lungs were filled with air and his muscles attempted to relax under his own forced thoughs of calm in concentration. He brought his hands togather before him level wih the upper portion of his abdemen to a point that his finger tips touched and the lighting from one hand was able to interactwith and move to the other hand in an unbroken connection. The mucles in his chest twiched as he felt a sharp inflicting of pain as the energy he had athered in to his arms was forced to gather with the energys of ambient magic that he had gathered from his surroundings.

He Tryed to breath slowly through out his nose as he attempted to force the energys that he had gathered in to the portions of his arm and palm to be released before him in a beam, a sudden sensation as if a dam had been placed before the turrent of power that he was attempting to discharge made the cat-man grind his teeth togather in frustration and with the effort of keeping the enegerys from seperating and or dispersing.

The resulting strain on his form made it seem his muscles wanted to harden to the point he could nolonger use them, thus was the eventual hurdal that he had come to in his attempts to learn to control the whims of his magic while wearing the gauntlets he had. His breathing became slightly ragged as he felt the containment of energy start to burn the fingers and hands that attempted to will it in to a form and release it. He did not understand why it was so amazingly hard to give magic a form while wearing metal. After all he was a black smith and he gave metal its shape through hammering and heat so why not magic.... He tensed sharply as he felt the constriction of magic and his own will to release it come to the point of pain in his arms, yet he refused to give up at this point as an Idea struck him. perhaps the reason magic was harder to control while wearing armor was because their creations were so radicaly diffrent. Magic was whimsical and had to be molded by thought where as metal was constent and had to be molded physical force.

Gritting his teeth he strained to keep his form standing as the pain in his arms and hands became sharp an intense. He had attempted to remain calm, but rather then relax his muscles as he had done so often while channaling magic, he harddened them. His thoughs became more fucused not on releasing the energy, but controlling it bending it to his will. He raised his hands a portion higher to his chest as he allowed his Imagination to give an image to his wants and desires. Tensing his muscles further he imagined a cylinder hole being created with his hands at the forge the effort of shapping metal in to a hallow shape and then making it longer and sealing off its opening to maintain its structure with out a breach.

His ears twiched sharply as the cracle of energy that had risson to a staggering buzz Became a high pitched whistle as the air before his finger tips begain to swirl in a vortex before his form. A smile crossed his lips at the sight of his thought being given form .. in a mannor of speaking, however the secound of acheivment was made short by the sudden force that was attempting to drive his fingers away from from one another. His smile lost to a sudden unpredicted development he attempted to hold them togather until he was able to will the energy through the cylinder of his minds creation thus making it a beam. He growned out as the wind begain to die down slightly and his arms once more felt as though they were bouned and being pushed to his sides, they slowly moved away from each other to the point that the finger tips were nolonger touching and the span of a foot was between them.

He growled openly in frustration so close and yet so far, as he faught to keep a image of the worked magic in his mind and to connect his hands once more, the pain was now aggonizing and the slithering lighting had now congelled on his arms to the point they were coated in a thick layed of crimson light. His nose turned as the smell of burning fur reached it and he knew any further delay or even an attempt at dispersal of the enegys would mean the loss of one or both his arms. He had no choice but to end it here and die trying to or control the effets of magic. His body slumped as the pain became somewhat umbarrible and the feeling of being onfire inside while frozen on the outside consummed his senses to the point where his vision was begining to blur.

With the remaining effort of streinth he had left, both physical and mental he forced hsi mind to center on the cylinder of force in hsi mind and he feed the emotional struggle for life and death in to it, the pain of control and the hunger for survival. Each was forced in to the image of the cylinder as if to weld it shut and reinforce it the way one does with steel that is being patched. As a result the wind became feirce swirling before him and howling in ringing tones in his ears. all that was left was to bring his hands togather once more, yet uncertinty reared its uggly head and he bent at the knees as his hands were forced back from one another to the point they were at his sides.

He growled out in pure hatred at being so weak as to not be able to control his own body when there was no other force but his own at work. In that secound of undeluded hatred for his own weakness for his own shortcomings and limits he found himself on the brink of death, the howls of the wind, the magnified buzz of energy in the air and the searing pain attacking his senses each added an element for the hatred that was bubbling up in his soul. He tensed his muscles drawing on the physical streinth he had built up through constent battle.. and as a last resort he attempted to draw on the magical energys he had gathered sampling from them and attempting to infuse them in to his arms for the task at hand. A sudden cooling inside his bicets gave him all the indication he needed before he forced his arms forward with all the force he could muster swinging his arms tword the center of the vortex before him until his hands connected with a resounding clap, causing his ears to ring.

The effect and responce was instant as the accumilated energys connected and centered with in his finger tips once more, and then were released through the vortex of of wind he had envisioned in his mind. He Howled out in to the dusk of the night as his body was drained of energys to long held and his own mental and physical streinths were sapped. The resounding blast knocked him off his feet and flung him back to the fairside of the arena knocking him in to the wall from which he fell spent and uncontius, and bleeding in the lower portion of his back. There was little comfort in the darkness that had engulfed his mind as the whispered voices of death ancesters plagued his dreams, yet there was one simple joy to take comfort in as his body repaied itself and he slept in a small bool of his own blood. He had acheived a state where he could cast in armor, he had combined every aspect of physical streinth with will power.... He was a warrior mage. Revilation: Gali has made a great many discoverys of late, the formost and relevent one being that the time his ancesters blade spent in the belly of a creature of shadows and darkness has tained it( or so he beleives.) Its Being bound to him effects him in the essence that he was always easily enraged and angered by things. He has saought out a way to counter this effect which has lead him to buy a new blade something he swore once he got his familys blade back he would never do. However Gali has purchassed a mithril short sword and had it both enchanted and bound to him with the calming effects of ice just as the rapier has the heating flames of anger. he however did not forsee yet another drawback of the binding that in the case where he only uses the short sword( as he started out doing) it makes his persona rather cold and eluff almost to the point he is uncaring and unfeeling. Thus he has taken an oath that he will train and weild both blades as he must find a way to balance the conflicting forces of his darkness and light as well as the blades Flaming and Icy influences.Gali has Finaly been given yet another name and one that he rather enjoys and is know by to a good many people. He is more often then not known for his attempts to help in situations of great danger, for standing up to every one and any one, and for being a rather cruel and vicuis basterd when he beleives there is a reason to be. Indeed there are still a few people who call him kitten or kitty... but then again those are only people he has never met as most now call him The Cat out of respect and knowing that he truly is a cat-man.Gali has come to find that he is taking on up to three slaves and that he is possibly one of the most suited to being a slaver. This revilation came about simply because more then 17 people have walked up to Gali and asked him out right if he has any slaves to sell. This is not including the people who have asked him if he would be intrested in teaching their slave, caputring some one to be their slave, or those who have asked him to enslave them. However it is the Cat-mans great hatred of slavers( well mainly just the one wolven one but she still put him off all the others) that has kept him from persuing the buisness and making profit from his trainings as apposed to simply releasing the woman he teaches Obediance to.... yet as would be suspected.. most slavers don't seem to like that the cat-man is doing a job they get payed to do for free.

New discoverys and insight. After a time of study on his clan and checks in histery books Gali has indeed found out 4 things about his clan. The first and for most being that the Hengenma's Founding Member Therisa was actualy an elven Mage and cousin to the Queen of Rathil. Her true name was Tharisa Amastacia. She was one of the Mages who attempted to become imortal through means of cat rituals. The secound thing is that His Clan was named after the fact that WHen Therisa bwgain battling against the Enslavement of cat-people she often fought with a pair of Black claws hense she renamed her self Black claw.Third The Blade that Gali has long beleived to be his ansestral blade is infact not at all. It is a blade that was forged as a dealing with the Dark elves when his clan became the Black claws. The real Blade of Therisa Amasticia Is lost to time save for legends and miths.Fourth There is a ritual that was once used in times old as a means of testing those who are attempting to b clan cheif. It is through the summoning of an Ansester and trial by battle. There are two forms of this , one is where the ancester watches over three fights, one for magic, one for physical skill unarmed, and one with a combination of magic and weapons, the other is where the Person attempting to become cheif simply has an all out battle with their ancester. It Both can be done as a means of proving true worth and or gaining favor or hidden items from ones ancester, but they were both stoped after the 19th death of a Possible cheif by ansestral or fighting partners. However it is Galis greatest hope to find a means to perform this ritual and possibly do both sets of battles as a means of both earning the favor of his Ancesters, as well as finding the wearabouts of the True blade of Therisa Anmastacia

This is the Current Histery of the Blades Gali has in his possestion, their description is still in Gali's main desc and will not be issued here as to save room.

The Blade Bonded to Gali are not at all common. They are Mithril Blades with off colors of Violet and Aura Blue. They are ment as a means of exsternal control between the conflicting emotions with in Gali as well as a Symble of his Clan. However Neither of these blades is what Gali first wanted and or sought when he had them bound to him their Histery all begins with a single Blade the Blade of Therisa Black claw.

The first and True Blade. The first blade is hardly spoken of as a measn of keeping confusion from spreading, however it is a well know truth that the Blade of Therisa Black Claw was a Gift from the gos. Said to be engulfed in an ever worldy flame that had amazing abilites and could cut down any foe. Its bower is spoken of in legends and was feared by the Foes of the Hengenma. It is said that the Blade was sapposed to rest with THerisa until the day that another among her clan pleased the goddess and Therisa herself in death and only with their approval would they be shown the way to the blade of the Goddesse's Mercy. However This tale is lost to all but the most wizzened and old historians and scrools as the Hengenma have been claiming to have found the blade and mastered it.. a false tale indeed.

( at the Bottom is a Requested I.O.P. that goes with this story, yet while I'm hopeful for its creation I am also Very understanding if it is denied.)

Megil en' Agarlina Veldrin( Blade of Crimson Shadows)

This Blade was Widly beleived to be the Gift given to the Hengenma by the Goddess that created the cat-people. It was wide spread that it had been taken from Therisa's grave by grave robbers that the Clan Cheiftess Jessi MoonGlow recovered it at the near cost of her life. however this is a false tale. Megil en' Agarlina Veldrin was Created through the same process that every other blade was created. Forged in the shadow of Mount Thanon the Blade was created as a back between dark elves and Jessi. In return for there assistance Jessi would allow them to “come by” Cat people to serve as their slaves. Thuse was the Rappier created wih their darkly colroed mirhtil and then enchanted with the flames of darkness and rage. In a ritual the Blade was bound to the Blood line of Therisa Black claw as a means of attempting to gain some amazed feat that the True blade had. However the Ritual seved only as a trick in which the blade whispered darkly in Jessi' ear and made her prone to Voilence and anger. She was killed not by enemys, but by her own Children who had to stop her from destrying the clan she led with her own two hands.

The Blade was Inherited by the Next of blood in the Clan and so on and so forth. and slowly with each passing generation the Cheifs of the clan began to understand and learn to control the Sinister impolses of the dark Blade. They learned the stronger they were in magic the easyer it is to control the blade. thus it became a standard that all those who became clan cheif were to be well trained in the aspects of both Combat and Magic. so that they would be able to weild the blade and not subcome to its evil.

However regardless of the Clan cheifs control of the blade it still slowly tainted them and their kind. Until the Clan one day ceased to be the Hengenma and became the Black claw. no more then 14 years after the innitial change of the clans name and their aspect they were attacked and whipped out by a creature of shadows and flames. It is said that the Blade drew it to the clans homes, and the Creature destryed them and swallowed the dark blade as a means to sate its own lust for the sinister energys it held. it May have been compleatly lost to time.. if not for the lone sourviver of the Clan.. a one Gali Shuminta.

Gali Is the One responsible for the destruction fo the beast, and he is also the current claimer of the blade. even though he is un aweare of it it whispers in his ears dark demands and sweet words of chaos and destruction. and for a time it seemed that Gali would be lost to its influence and become comsummed with the darkness of the blade.. save for his own intervention and the Introduction of another blade.

Megil en' luin iva( Blade of Sapphires light)

After nearly subcoming to the madness of the Blade Gali had beleived was his Ancester Therisa Blackclaws he formed a plan. If one blade could be bound to the blood line why not another? After Gathering a large amount of funds through odd jobs he Bouht himself a Mithril short sword. Waiting until he was able to perform the ritual that would bind it to his blood line he would not battle and kept the Cursed Rapier locked away from himself and the world. Once he was able to have the Blade bound and then Enchanted by Mayalaya he begain to weild it hoping that its icy mist and blue light would be enough to wash his soul of the darkness of the first.. in this was the mistake.

The New Blade was Just as Potent as the Other blade, however where as the other was steeped in darkness and rage this one was consumed with light and coldness. Thus the Blade effect Gali in the reverse. He became cold and Aloof disregarding all as though they ment nothing and were nothing to him. He interfeared in events that were not his to medle in and he even went so far as to send His honor slave away as though she was an insect beneith his feet. It is after this action and a day of attempting to calm the slav tha Gali knew he had made an error. the Short sword was also effect his mental thinking. Feeling annoyed he took up both blaes and set off to toss them in to the Sea in hopes of ridding if not himself then atleast his ofspring of their influences.

It is on this Journy that he came to understand the simple fact that both blades while used by themselves were a mistake and ahalf, while if they were used in conjunction they were in truth a blessing. Both blades gave off their influence and both blades were the counter part for one another. when yse togather they gave a balance to Galis mind that made him more relaxed and at peace then he thought possible. While Gali still attempts to look for the Blade of Therisa Black claw, he takes pride in the fact that the Blades he has are a reflection of what he seaks, a perfect balance to his innerself.

( Here is the Hopeful I.O.P.

Megil en' Iralen Stacivae. (Blade of Jade Starlight) Item Catagory: Item of PowerItem Type:WeaponBase Item: Mithril Scimitar.Level Required: Level 15Race/Class Required Cat PersonEquipment slots. 1

Item Abilities.

Peneltys: The blade requires a certin amount of Finece wih its use, thus no one with out 20 slots in Agility, and 20 slots in Str can even weild itBase attack Value of Scimitar 4Enchanted Atk/Def Bonus 4Magical Abilities: ~Jade Flames~SPecial Abilities: Stardust. Heavens Blaze. Bonded blade. SPecial Sheath.Weaknesses: Boundless Bravery. Flaming Aura

Special Abilities In detail:Jade Flames:DescriptionThe Energys of the Blade are constently being released in random intervols, weither the weilder likes it or not.Every time the Blade is swung their is a chance that the inlaiden Powers of the blade will surge to the surface causing the blade to blaze hotter then a Black smiths forge.MechanicsOn all Physical attacks the Weilder rolls a 1d2 on a one the blade remains in its same contidion, on a 2 the blade's flames suddenly surge seathing with the Artifacts energy. If the Attack succeeds it deals an additional 5 points of damage to one enemy. Weither or not the attack passes it deals 1 point of damage to the weilder. The Plus 5 is added to the weapons attack bonues and not state rolls

Stardust:DiscriptionThe Metal of the blade seems to constently give off a haze of twinkling dust that shimmers in the light.The blade is swung it a figure 8 before the weilder causing a formation of dust to come in to contact with the fires of the blade. This causes a briliant flash of color and light.MechanicsThis attack is performed as a clomagatk 5, and cost 5 stamina to perform. If the attack passes defence it Blinds the Opponent for 1d5 turns. Durning this time the Enemy is unable to attack, But may defend at -2 to states due to the blinding flash that has affected their senses.

Heavens Blaze:DiscriptionAt the Weilders will the blade releases its inlaiden powers causing the flames of the blade to exspand and grow to a Blaze. When the Blade is swung the flames lash out from the blade striking enemys at a distance.MechanicsThis attack is done as a Ranphyatk +10. This attack cost 10 STA to do and can target up to 4 Enemys( if the blade is swung horizontaly). If the Attack Succeeds then it deals the rolled amount, plus an additional 10 points of flaming Damage.

Bonded Blade:DescriptionThe Blade truly does become an exstention of its weilders body.. As such it is able to be summoned from any distance, be it three feet, or 70 miles away.MechanicsThe weilder can call the blade from any place it currently resides in to his hand. This takes a full post to activate. The Blade becomes compleatly fades from the existance of this plane and travels to its masters out reached hand SHifting back to this plan as it comes in to contact with its Masters hand. The Weilder must have a free hand open to summon the blade.

SPecial SHeath:DescriptionThe Blade Can and will burn through the wood, or melt the metal that may house it unless it is encased in a sheath that is worked from the same metal that it is made of.MechanicsTHe blade may only reside in the SHeath that was designednan forged for it. If placed in a belt, another sheath( nomatter the matirial) it will complealty destroy it as the dust and flames it constently gives off heat the sheath of belt to the breaking point.

Weaknesses In Detail.

Boundless courage( Personality)DescriptionsThe Weilder of the blade is filled with a rush of courgae so strong that he fears nothing, not his death or the death of his loved ones as he suddenly beleives hat the very gods themselves are behind him ready to charge in to battle at his side.MechanicsThe Blade( and sheath) give the Owner of the blade an unserpassed amount of Bravory, as such they will not back down from a fight( no matter how under powered they are) and they will not Yeild to a foe if they beleive they can win. They will refuse to go down until they are knocked uncontiuse, put to sleep, or stunned.

Flaming AuraDescriptionThe Master of the blade has become bonded to it, as cush the blade becomes a part of him and some of the Inladden power of the blade tranfers to the owner. As such the Owner Gains an Aura of Jade flames that seem to engulf his form. MechanicsThe owner of the blade seems to be Engulfed in flames to all around them. Though their flesh is normal tempretur for their surounds they simply seem to be onfire.

Daylight- The Weilder seems to be covered in the dust of the blade that sticks out due to the light shimmers that make it seem as if the sun is being reflected, almost as if they are covered in glitter.

Dim light/Shade- In dim light or Shade the Aura of flames becomes more promounced and the Weilder looks to be coated in a green haze of steam.

Darkness/Night- In low light, no light, or moonlight Aura Is at its strongest Making the Weilder of the blade appear to be compleatly Ungulfed in Jade flames that lick at his body, and give the Impression that them their selves are onfire.

This Gives a negative 60 to all Attempts at stealth as the Weilder is constently reflecting light, or eunguled in it thus making them a rather bright target.

Blades Discription

This Skimitar is an unsual blade indeed. The Blade is forged from Mithril and an Unknown metal that constently gives off a Jade colored flame. The handle is forged Almost compleatly from Well formed and spun mithril with a few pigments and core of the Unknown metal. The handle is wrapped with Thick black leather, and feels rather warm to the touch as if a warm fire was lurking inside the handle. Pumle is bejeweld with a thick jade stone, mwith embony swirled in to it and cut in to a perfect sphere. The finger Guard is circular about an inch thick, and 3 inches wide from the base of the sword. Its Well crafted from mithril and stripped with the Strange metal. Inside the sheath the Image of two Great jungle cats circling the blade are shone. The Blade is forged in to the Traditional curling one sided edge of a normal skimitar, save for the armor peircing edge has a hooking point on the reverse edge as a means of entrapping bladed weapons. Its blade is Composed of mixed formations of Mithril and the Unknown Metal Giving it the Apperence that they two metals are swirling in and out of one another for a beautiful effect, The White mithril shifting seemlesly in to the Black metal. At the Center of the Blade on one side are the words “Saloh su Ar” ( Gift from above) Etched in to the blade. on the Other an Image of two wings on either side of a paw.

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