1878
A tribe of Mohawk Iroquois gathered around a fire in current day New York. It was a below freezing stormy day, already five feet of thick packed snow layered the ground. A sober silence fell as the leader of the tribe came out of his tent. He spoke in the Iroquois language,
"It is a sad reason for why we have gathered here," he announced.
"So it is true!" someone yelled.
"Yes, we have lost Rohanke, a cousin of mine, and a leader of us, and even though I am the tribe leader, I do not know how to continue without our main mind. We shall of course, give him the proper ceremony, and the body shall be given to the spirits of the eagle and bear."
"What was the cause of his death?" someone asked.
"He was murdered by one of our own, he was found in his tent stabbed through the neck." the chief replied.
Let us go and prepare the holy fire, and get the spirits around," everyone chanted.
They walked down a valley until they reached a lake. Next to the lake was another fire, around which children were seated with their families. Someone brought the body, and draped it in a deer skin cloak. The tribe chanted their prayers, and lied the body at rest in the fire.
"Spirits of nature, we ask you to keep watch on us, and prevent any other murders!" chief yelled.
Around the fire a blue-green flame appeared, and drifted around the tribe. It then disappeared into the sky. The flame looked down, and said Iroquois language,
"He brings treason to the tribe, he brings anger and mutiny, and murders to us all"
Upon hearing this statement, the tribes men jumped up and looked around.
"Get your weapons!' the chief yelled.
The flame was suddenly called to the sky by the spirits, as he rose up, he kept his eye on the tribe below.
"You were murdered by the chief, it is treason, but you best not do anything about it right now, as you are a lifeless, shapeless Lament, you have not many powers," said the spirit of the eagle.
"We can tell the animators to give you shape shift ability, but you mustn't use it for revenge!" the spirit of the bear warned.
The spirits called to the Animator with the name of Javaris, the oldest and wisest of Animators, who immediately took pity upon the Lament.
"This is going to be my 500th case right here," Javaris grumbled.
As the Lament got his shape shifting powers, he was given his human form, the eagle, and an alligator.
Within two months, the Lament had forgotten the spirits warnings, and a horrible plan came to his mind. He decided he would finish the chief off for his works of evil. What else to do, then fight evil with evil? For months he trained, learning how to assassinate stealthily, and became an accomplished acrobat. And then it was time...He was ready for this deed. He knew he would have to take down the sentries in order to get to the chief, but did not have any second thoughts.
As he flew towards the valley of New York, he saw smoke coming from the main camp. He landed a little trek away from the camp, and activated his hidden blades. He went into human form, and crept up behind the sentries. With two quick flicks, they were on the ground. He walked in, and saw the chief bent over a map. He looked up.
"No...I finished you..." he gasped.
The Lament walked up to him, picked him up by the neck and threw him outside of the tent. The chief recovered quickly and pulled out his bow, and fired a shot. It missed by a couple inches. The Lament launched his wrist blade into the body of the chief causing him to fall on his knees.
"Whats your...na-?" the chief gasped.
"It used to be Rohanke, but now it is Assassin Rohanke." the Lament replied.
The Lament transformed into eagle, and flew away returning to his makeshift base. When he arrived there he felt the need for power, the need to kill more, and the need for allies. It was soon after this, he found more Laments, who like him were stranded. He granted them the power to shift, and soon started the Fears Order. Their motive? Just one, to rid the world of tyranny, (even though the Fears Order was one), and to rid the world of betrayal. As the years passed on, more and more assassins were trained, and the Fears Order became a feared and powerful empire.
"It is a sad reason for why we have gathered here," he announced.
"So it is true!" someone yelled.
"Yes, we have lost Rohanke, a cousin of mine, and a leader of us, and even though I am the tribe leader, I do not know how to continue without our main mind. We shall of course, give him the proper ceremony, and the body shall be given to the spirits of the eagle and bear."
"What was the cause of his death?" someone asked.
"He was murdered by one of our own, he was found in his tent stabbed through the neck." the chief replied.
Let us go and prepare the holy fire, and get the spirits around," everyone chanted.
They walked down a valley until they reached a lake. Next to the lake was another fire, around which children were seated with their families. Someone brought the body, and draped it in a deer skin cloak. The tribe chanted their prayers, and lied the body at rest in the fire.
"Spirits of nature, we ask you to keep watch on us, and prevent any other murders!" chief yelled.
Around the fire a blue-green flame appeared, and drifted around the tribe. It then disappeared into the sky. The flame looked down, and said Iroquois language,
"He brings treason to the tribe, he brings anger and mutiny, and murders to us all"
Upon hearing this statement, the tribes men jumped up and looked around.
"Get your weapons!' the chief yelled.
The flame was suddenly called to the sky by the spirits, as he rose up, he kept his eye on the tribe below.
"You were murdered by the chief, it is treason, but you best not do anything about it right now, as you are a lifeless, shapeless Lament, you have not many powers," said the spirit of the eagle.
"We can tell the animators to give you shape shift ability, but you mustn't use it for revenge!" the spirit of the bear warned.
The spirits called to the Animator with the name of Javaris, the oldest and wisest of Animators, who immediately took pity upon the Lament.
"This is going to be my 500th case right here," Javaris grumbled.
As the Lament got his shape shifting powers, he was given his human form, the eagle, and an alligator.
Within two months, the Lament had forgotten the spirits warnings, and a horrible plan came to his mind. He decided he would finish the chief off for his works of evil. What else to do, then fight evil with evil? For months he trained, learning how to assassinate stealthily, and became an accomplished acrobat. And then it was time...He was ready for this deed. He knew he would have to take down the sentries in order to get to the chief, but did not have any second thoughts.
As he flew towards the valley of New York, he saw smoke coming from the main camp. He landed a little trek away from the camp, and activated his hidden blades. He went into human form, and crept up behind the sentries. With two quick flicks, they were on the ground. He walked in, and saw the chief bent over a map. He looked up.
"No...I finished you..." he gasped.
The Lament walked up to him, picked him up by the neck and threw him outside of the tent. The chief recovered quickly and pulled out his bow, and fired a shot. It missed by a couple inches. The Lament launched his wrist blade into the body of the chief causing him to fall on his knees.
"Whats your...na-?" the chief gasped.
"It used to be Rohanke, but now it is Assassin Rohanke." the Lament replied.
The Lament transformed into eagle, and flew away returning to his makeshift base. When he arrived there he felt the need for power, the need to kill more, and the need for allies. It was soon after this, he found more Laments, who like him were stranded. He granted them the power to shift, and soon started the Fears Order. Their motive? Just one, to rid the world of tyranny, (even though the Fears Order was one), and to rid the world of betrayal. As the years passed on, more and more assassins were trained, and the Fears Order became a feared and powerful empire.