Storm King's Thunder
Barbarian Chief of the Thunder-Beast Clan
My battle brother Almore has asked me to write into this journal in order to, as he says it, record my ascension. So as i favor to him i shall. . .
My life began with a raging storm, one so fierce it tore open the entire sky, and sundered the north. This storm had decimated other tribes and it was coming towards mine all seemed lost according to the shaman and chief at the time who huddled down in the chiefs tent awaiting the end. But through the despair came a cry for help, and soon after a messenger in the form of my father Lo Dor informing the shaman of my impending birth. With this news the chief and shaman arose with renewed vigor as they ran to my family hut. Upon arriving the shaman immediately began to set up the birthing ritual and rites as my father Lo Dor began to soothe my mother thaleia. The next few hours were strenuous for both my mother and the shaman as the storm crawled ever closer, and finally began to lay siege to my village. All seemed lost for my parents, and tribesmen until out of nowhere an imposing sound of thunder broke through the storms own deafening cacophony of destructive instruments, i was born. And with an incredible cry as told to me by my people i shattered the storm and absorbed its Tenacity. The tribe was saved by a child whom upon inspection by the shaman was revealed to be the future chief to the clan do to the lightning bolt marking along his face and left eye. As such i was named Thuundor by my parents and given the title “the raging storm” by my chief who proclaimed me his successor. . .
The next 18 years went by like a maelstrom as i was trained by my chief and parents in the art of war, and the culture of my people. i also received lessons from the shaman about the natural world and the spirits within whom gift power to the strongest and most heroic of warriors. As part of my duties as heir however i had to learn the trades of my people as well, so i took up the tools of the blacksmith and carpenter in order to ensure that the knowledge is preserved for future expansion and improvements to the tribe. . .
On the anniversary of my 18 years of life the chief had decided it was time for me to undergo the ancient right of ascension, which is the test to prove that the heir is ready and able to succeed the chief when the time comes by surviving alone for 30 days and finding my own way home. So in accordance with our tribes ancient code i was blindfolded, stripped, and deafened for a time as i was led deep into the mountains and left to find my way home. Using my knowledge of the earth and sky i was able to navigate myself down from the mountain to the forest below where i began to construct a shelter out of strong sticks and small trees. after the night had passed i began to construct a basic stone axe and hammer along with a rudimentry fire starter from flint and stone, the hunt was on. for the next week i made the area my own by setting up snares for rabbits and by felling trees with my various assortment of stone axes, over time i had constructed a decent enough hut for myself which included a fire pit, bed, and tanning rack.As time progressed i felt more and more at home with my surroundings, so much so that i began to hunt bigger and deadlier game such as wolves, and bears through cleverer and cleverer means. by the time i made it back to the village i was covered in a thick hide coat composed of everything i had felled and i was dragging behind me the spoils of my various hunts smoked and prepared for the long winter ahead…. . .
Upon returning to the village i was now fully recognized as the next chief and as such was allowed to choose my wife whom i had already chosen years previously do to the time we shared in secret. My wife to be was none other then the shamans heir Nalla whom i loved deeply. The wedding ritual was befitting a chief and the next 5 years passed blissfully as my first and second child were born. . .
In the middle of my 23rd year of life an old human man walked into my village in search of a guide to slay a dangerous beast that had been terrorizing northern trade routes for the past several years. The chief also wanted this beast dead as it had been devouring our game every night, so the two struck an accord and i was assigned to him as a guide and if it came to it an axe. by this time winter was in full swing so i lent the man some of my thickest furs knowing that humans don’t really do well in these lands of ours. upon treking through the wilderness in search of this beast we struck up a conversation and through this we exchanged names the name he gave for himself was Almore. . .
after several days we finally made it to the beasts hunting ground as evidenced by several broken trees and the dead decaying carcasses of several local animals. “Here” i proclaimed pointing out the evidence. After surveying the area me, and Almore set up a hunters blind within the snow near a nice big clearing where i set some live bait that i caught a few hours prior. After all the preparation was completed we waited. and waited. and waited. Until at the onset of dusk and the ever present transition into to night it came. A large white beast with scaly wings that dove straight down from the sky towards the bait Almore proclaimed “its a white drake stay down”. so i did and i watched as this drake swooped down and grabbed the bait all in a single motion. It began to fly back towards the mountains and i followed. After several hours of climbing and tracking we finally found the beast and its lair nestled high in the northern mountain range upon inspection almore revealed to me that it was just a young white drake and that if we killed it now it wouldn’t present much of a problem. So after a few moments he took out his blade telling me not to intervine as he charged the beast. the battle was intense as both parties gave and took back ground but after a few moments i could tell that Almore was losing this bout. i couldn’t stand by and let this beast kill a man whom i had become friends with so as the beast reared up to deliver the deathblow i ran in and took the attack. i could feel the claws rake into my back and as i began to black out i heard a voice state “you are worthy”. . .
When i finally came too Almore was bandaging my wounds. And after a few moments he began to tell me what happened. apparently as i fell my body marks began to glow a bright blue as well as my eyes and i turned around with unnatural speed as i started to leap upon the creatures back and tear its entire head clean off. However upon the creatures death the light faded and i fell onto the ground unconscious and bleeding. So Almore saw to my wounds and carried me down the mountain with proof of our kill, meat, talons, and fangs included. . . Upon reaching the village i was greeted by my family and friends who saw to my wounds and accommodations. That night a great feast was held were dragon was the main course, and Almore was hailed as a shield-brother, and honorary member of our tribe.after the festivities i handed a tooth to my son Thothoor, and a claw to my daughter nalda as a token of their fathers victory over a drake. . . .
after a few days of resting me and Almore told the shaman of what had transpired and upon hearing about my transformation she informed us that the tribes long lost spirit animal was the thunder beast and that in times past it would choose an inheritor for its powers, however do to the location of its mound being lost in order to protect it from looters and corrupt tribesman of the old times our village had stopped worshiping it. So upon hearing this i was tasked with learning the old rituals and rites of the thunder beast which had been hidden for years in a mountain cave situated in the northern mountains. upon inquiring as too how the shaman knew its location it was revealed that the information was passed from shaman to shaman in secret throughout the generations. With this information Almore and i began to trek towards this cave were he helped me in training to become who i am today through strenuous exercises as described in the ancient texts, and after about a year of training he left to continue his adventures throughout the known world and as he left i dubbed him my brother as he hugged me and said farewell to his niece and nephew. “end of journal entry” . ..
It would be 4 more cycles till i heard of my brothers fate at the hands of giants, and upon hearing this i bid my chief, and family farewell as i ventured to see my brother off to the next world. But all was not well in my village as i was leaving at a dark time, were the sky gods no longer answered our prayers, and the wilderness began to shrink, and game began to disappear leaving barely enough to feed my people. As i was converseing with my chief he asked of me to find out whats happening in the south and to find a way to aid our tribe or else we might have to start another great tribe war between the other tribes for resources which might end in the death of our entire people. . ..
I swear as the next chief of clan Thunukalathi and inheritor of the Thunder beasts power that i will save my people and bring an end to this darkness for i am Thuundor The Raging Storm of clan thunukalathi and i will destroy whatever harms my people with the ferocity and tenacity of a million Storms!