The Rise of a Tyrant
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The Rise of a Tyrant
by Jager Arach Tue Jun 14, 2011 2:18 pm
The Rise of a Tyrant
Jager Arach was born in Rome during the late 15th century, into a pack that has Gaelic origins, but had started taking in outcasts from all parts of the globe. His mother was killed by his father when Jager was two and as a result the pack exiled Jager’s father. Jager grew up on his own learning the harshness of life at an early age he became powerful and ruthless. Jager left the pack at sixteen, hunted down his father and ripped out his heart with nothing more than his bare hands. After that Jager became even more blood thirsty, he returned to his pack a changed man and challenged Maalik the pack’s leader. He ended Maalik’s life within minutes and took control. Through his guidance and tyranny, he took the pack to war many times, killing, defying and destroying all that got in his way. Jager left a river of blood on the path he walked. Eventually on his travels he wound up in Greece, where he was warned by a soothsayer that any son he bore during the reign of steel would have the potential to over throw him. He paid no attention to this warning at first, but many centuries of power and paranoia twisted Jager’s mind until madness began to creep up on him and he killed every son he bore. One however escaped, a boy by the name of Drake was saved by his mother. Jager was furious at the boy’s mother and ahd her executed, then he waited for the time when this child would challenge him, but it never came. Jager was over thrown from the pack when a group of young ones mutinied and sent him away. He wandered the wilderness a loner, but no less dangerous, waiting until he could regain power. He returned to the pack to kill the new leaders, only find that they had been killed in a skirmish between opposing sides of the pack. The ones who had survived had long since moved on and Jager was forced to do the same. Jager heard word of a mysterious town shrouded in mysticism. Here he would come to power the way he always had, through deceit, violence and a trail of bodies.
Jager Arach was born in Rome during the late 15th century, into a pack that has Gaelic origins, but had started taking in outcasts from all parts of the globe. His mother was killed by his father when Jager was two and as a result the pack exiled Jager’s father. Jager grew up on his own learning the harshness of life at an early age he became powerful and ruthless. Jager left the pack at sixteen, hunted down his father and ripped out his heart with nothing more than his bare hands. After that Jager became even more blood thirsty, he returned to his pack a changed man and challenged Maalik the pack’s leader. He ended Maalik’s life within minutes and took control. Through his guidance and tyranny, he took the pack to war many times, killing, defying and destroying all that got in his way. Jager left a river of blood on the path he walked. Eventually on his travels he wound up in Greece, where he was warned by a soothsayer that any son he bore during the reign of steel would have the potential to over throw him. He paid no attention to this warning at first, but many centuries of power and paranoia twisted Jager’s mind until madness began to creep up on him and he killed every son he bore. One however escaped, a boy by the name of Drake was saved by his mother. Jager was furious at the boy’s mother and ahd her executed, then he waited for the time when this child would challenge him, but it never came. Jager was over thrown from the pack when a group of young ones mutinied and sent him away. He wandered the wilderness a loner, but no less dangerous, waiting until he could regain power. He returned to the pack to kill the new leaders, only find that they had been killed in a skirmish between opposing sides of the pack. The ones who had survived had long since moved on and Jager was forced to do the same. Jager heard word of a mysterious town shrouded in mysticism. Here he would come to power the way he always had, through deceit, violence and a trail of bodies.
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Re: The Rise of a Tyrant
by Jager Arach Sun Sep 18, 2011 10:34 pm
The Great Hunt
Jager sat silently in his home deep in meditation when the sound of helicopter blades awoke him. Then it came, a thunderous sound of something slamming against his front door. Jager got up quickly and shut his door just as he heard the front door cave in, he bolted the door shut and rushed to his bed. He quickly reached underneath it and grabbed his deagle. He popped the clip into it just as his door began to shake with the beatings of whoever was outside. Jager aimed at the door and fired at the center. He stopped firing as the beatings ceased and ran to the window just as they once again resumed. Jager busted through the window and his bedroom door broke open. Men dressed in all black with baklavas covering their faces and wielding M4s, MP5s and shotguns surged into the room. Jager ran to the front of the house and got into his Phoenix, as he fiddled with the car keys. The car's engine roared up just as the men came out the front door and opened fire on the car. Jager backed up quickly and drove away, the helicopter pursued him. More bullets reigned down from the helicopter as Jager drove recklessly through the streets. One of the bullets came down and clipped Jager in the shoulder. Jager lost control and slammed into a tree as he entered the woods. Jager abandoned the car and ran for The Bunker, losing the helicopter in the tree tops. Jager sealed himself inside where he awaited the men to come and find him, knowing they would not survive their encounter and just maybe neither would he. A few hours passed and finally it happened, the hatch of the bunker opened and as the first man took a step inside a horrible shadowy figure on all fours appeared and ripped him apart. Jager stood and formed into a wolf. Jager fought side by side with the unstoppable creature killing all who entered the Bunker. A pool of blood covered the floor and the torn apart remains of the men soaked in it. Jager in human form lay against the wall covered in wounds and breathing shallow. Jager pulled himself up and walked outside, he wolf formed and limped off deeper into the woods, but he knew that he would one day he would return again.
Jager sat silently in his home deep in meditation when the sound of helicopter blades awoke him. Then it came, a thunderous sound of something slamming against his front door. Jager got up quickly and shut his door just as he heard the front door cave in, he bolted the door shut and rushed to his bed. He quickly reached underneath it and grabbed his deagle. He popped the clip into it just as his door began to shake with the beatings of whoever was outside. Jager aimed at the door and fired at the center. He stopped firing as the beatings ceased and ran to the window just as they once again resumed. Jager busted through the window and his bedroom door broke open. Men dressed in all black with baklavas covering their faces and wielding M4s, MP5s and shotguns surged into the room. Jager ran to the front of the house and got into his Phoenix, as he fiddled with the car keys. The car's engine roared up just as the men came out the front door and opened fire on the car. Jager backed up quickly and drove away, the helicopter pursued him. More bullets reigned down from the helicopter as Jager drove recklessly through the streets. One of the bullets came down and clipped Jager in the shoulder. Jager lost control and slammed into a tree as he entered the woods. Jager abandoned the car and ran for The Bunker, losing the helicopter in the tree tops. Jager sealed himself inside where he awaited the men to come and find him, knowing they would not survive their encounter and just maybe neither would he. A few hours passed and finally it happened, the hatch of the bunker opened and as the first man took a step inside a horrible shadowy figure on all fours appeared and ripped him apart. Jager stood and formed into a wolf. Jager fought side by side with the unstoppable creature killing all who entered the Bunker. A pool of blood covered the floor and the torn apart remains of the men soaked in it. Jager in human form lay against the wall covered in wounds and breathing shallow. Jager pulled himself up and walked outside, he wolf formed and limped off deeper into the woods, but he knew that he would one day he would return again.
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Re: The Rise of a Tyrant
by Victor_Jankowski Mon Sep 19, 2011 2:58 am
(( *Jankowski comes yelling FUCK DA POLICE and kills Jager*. Nah... wasn't funny was it? Anyways, nice story, really nice to read it anyways. Just... Y U NO DIE. ))
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