Post by Land Of Zargon on Sept 1, 2008 21:33:39 GMT -5
Dogin
In the Beginning
Dogins parents lived in the far south east of the Land of Zargon, a rather untamed portion of land covered in mountains and forests. They decided to settle there and carve out a quite life for themselves and their newborn child. Life was filled with hardships, winter was bitterly cold, and summer was very dry, but the times in between the two extremes was like nowhere else on earth. Though living was hard it was greatly rewarding for the couple and their new child, that is until the time of Ashnard. In the eastern part of the Land of Zargon once every ten years a great drought plagues the region that lasts half the year, this drought was first noticed by a Dragoth named Ashnard, thus the time of Ashnard.
Tragedy struck a few days before the summer solstice when a great fire (the likes of which have not been seen in Zargon since) started in the south eastern region of the Land of Zargon. The entire forest was dry as a bone and the fire spread with amazing speed as if it had a mind of its own... The entire forest was engulfed in a matter days. Following in the fires wake was a group of rangers called in to inspect the damage to the region. Among them was a Skreive named Norg, he was a kind soul greatly gifted when it came to the use of a bow. While inspecting the burnt forest Norg came upon the burnt out remnants of a house. "By Zargon... People lived this far out? Those poor souls." As Norg was preparing to leave and report his findings he heard something. A tiny whimpering that came from the house... Confused and bewildered he approached the burnt out home there he found the oddest thing he had ever seen in his entire career. Among the blackened debris there was a perfect circle of unscorched ground. On the spot was a crib but there was nothing inside, still hearing the whimpering Norg looked under the crib where he found four things still intact. A blue tinted sword and a baby wrapped in a hooded cloak with a small charm. Dogins parents knowing they could not escape the fire tucked their child under the crib with the one item that could protect him... Rising Tide with a magically enchanted sword gifted with the power of water it's enchantment kept the flames and heat at bay while the cloak and the low location prevented smoke inhalation. Norg couldn’t have known any of this, but none the less he rescued the baby. On the charm there had been a name, but because it was too close to the edge of the crib half of the name had been melted off and the only think readable was. "Dogin"
Norg took the pup to proper authorities, but for some reason they directed him to the king himself Stron Emerald Scale. "I knew about the drought... I should have prepared countermeasures for it, but because I did not this child has suffered. This child will be cared for by the government itself and..." Before the good king could continue Norg interjected "My lord... I do not mean to be rude nor do I wish to come off as selfish, but if I may... could I take care of this child?" Stron gazed at him with his deep emerald eyes. A smile spread across the dragon kings face. "Do you have a proper name for him?" Norg looked down at the child in his arms. "I do sir. With him I found a charm that I believe had his name on it, but it was damaged in the fire so I cannot make out the last name." Stron nodded "Will you give him yours?" Norg shook his head. "No I cannot... Though my tree is bare and I have no heirs to carry on my name I cannot wrong this child by giving him my name." Stron looked puzzled but didn’t say anything. "I do not know who his parents where, but they put his life above all else. I will take this child into my care and treat him as if he were my own blood, but he will know that he is not my child and he will know of the sacrifice his parents made for him. That will make him strong... He was found wrapped in a hooded cloak that most likely belonged to his mother and it is for that reason I name him Dogin Hood." Stron was pleased with Norgs words. "You will receive money from the government for the child’s upbringing please raise him well." Norg smiled and thanked the king.
Norg was a good father kind, gentle, and brutally honest. Dogins was raised on the outskirts of a small village, there Dogin worked very hard every day to make a living. Although Norg received a generous sum to raise the boy he spent very little of it, only making sure to feed him well and give him proper schooling. It was Norgs way of preparing Dogin for the outside world... Norg taught Dogin all he knew about the bow and how to use it and by the time Dogin was ten he was one of the best shots in the area. It seems Dogin had a knack for the bow... From the very beginning. With Norgs training Dogin was coming along very well he was faster than most kids his age, he was a swift learner, and he was even coming along well in swordsmanship... The only thing Norg couldn’t straighten out was the boy’s attitude. No matter how many times Norg scolded him, grounded him, threatened him Dogins rebellious spirit always shown through. Dogin from the time he was able to walk was always a handful, but all good things must come to an end or so it is for the gifted of Zargon. At the age of twelve Dogin caught the eye of an agent recruiter that was traveling through the village. Norg was overjoyed that Dogin could get the chance to serve among the most elite force in all of Zargon. The papers went through and made their way to Stron... "Well I’ll be..." Said the great king as he looked at the name on the recruitment paper.
It was an emotional goodbye Norg told Dogin that he would be gone a long time... But that no matter what happened he should keep going, keep pushing, keep struggling even to the last breath. That if he tried his best he would be rewarded in the end. Though Dogin was a bit young to understand what his adoptive father meant he understood that this was where he needed to be.
It was here in the academy that Dogin would meet the person that would become his lifelong friend and partner Joe Hardfist. On the very first day he arrived Dogin made a great big scene as he stood up to a bunch of bullies that were poking fun at a shy Grogowen named Joe. Joe was the biggest kid Dogin had ever seen and he wondered why Joe didn’t stand up for himself. After introductions Dogin learned that Joe was shy because he didn’t know anyone, like Dogin he came from a small village where everyone knew everyone else and to Joe this place was way too crowded. After that day both Dogin and Joe became the best of friends. In their studies there teachers noticed that alone they did well, but when put together on a task they completed it far beyond that of normal standards. Thus the duo of Dogin and Big Joe began, but it would not last for that long...
Both Dogin and Joe advanced faster than most of the other students. Unknown to them there was another among their generation of trainees that would become a good friend... her name was Tahora. Dogin at the age of 19 and Joe at the age of 18 graduated from the academy and now had to go their separate ways. Each of them was assigned a master that would teach them their own ways of being an agent, though the academy provided a basic knowledge there masters would teach them how to take what they learned and make it their own... Dogin was to share a master with another Skrieve that graduated early by the name of Larze Badgar, there master was an old grey Skrieve by the name of Dorick Roughfur. Dorick was a tough master his training was harsh, he had Dogin and Larze do all kinds of things whether it was meditating under a waterfall, balancing on ten foot polls, or scaling mountainsides with their bare hands. They did it all but there greatest trial was yet to be seen. The Trial of Succession the last test before joining the ranks of the agents. Where the master is allowed to give the student any test he wants to make sure his student is ready to become an agent. Doricks test was one of the hardest things Dogin has ever done... Since the age of 19 to 27 Dogin has been tutored by master Dorick and this test would shake him down to his very core. Dorick taught both Dogin and Larze how to catch an arrow with their bare hands, but today he had something different in mind.
After a long training session that lasted until just before sunset Dorick told them both that only one of them could become an agent. "The test for today... Your final test... Will be to shot me with an arrow. Dogin your up." Dogin stood in shock for a long moment as his master sat down to face the setting sun. "Dogin know that I will not move... Now when you’re ready take your shot." Dorick breathed deeply the crisp mountain air around him as he watched the many colors of the setting sun. Dogin hesitantly fumbled an arrow out of his quiver and with trembling hands he drew up his bow and notched the arrow. Dorick heard the bow string draw back and prepared himself for what would happen next. Dogin held the arrow for what to him seemed like hours all the while a violent shaking went through his body. "What’s the matter boy? Don’t you want to become an agent? You have to have drive to succeed where other would fail!" Dogin stood aiming at his master tears streaming down his face. He wanted to be an agent... but... but not if it meant this! With a loud cry Dogin released his arrow into the ground in front of him and fell to his knees. Larze laughed at him "You don’t have what it take to be an agent Dogin! Your week while agents must be strong!" Larze notched his bow and let the arrow fly. With a sickening thud it planted itself into Doricks right shoulder. With a cry of pain Dorick stood up holding his wound... He calmly turned to face his pupils. "Larze... You will never become an agent. You haven’t learned anything! You’re still the arrogant child you were when you began! Be gone from my sight and never return!" Larze was dumb struck "But master I did..." Dorick cut him off. "You have failed! Leave now I will never let you become an agent!" His shock dissolved into anger Larze stormed off "You can’t do this to me! I’ll be an agent yet you just wait and see you old fool!" Dorick walked up to Dogin who was in shock at the moment. "Why did you not fire? Didn’t you want to become an agent?" Dogin gazed up at him with a look of terror on his face. "I.. I wan.. wanted to be an agent... I wanted to be an agent so badly, but not like this... Not if it costs me my soul in the process." Dorick smiled "Had you fired like Larze you would have never became an agent... We are the greatest warriors in all of Zargon, but not because of our strength, guile, nor our skills... But because we share the same ideals and uphold the balance of the world, this job requires one to think of the consequences for all actions. Some time or another you will have to make some tough decisions Dogin Hood... You will be asked to not save someone because the balance is shifted too much in the way of good, or you may be asked to kill hundreds of people to save thousands." Dogin looked up at his master "Then what am I to do sir? I couldn’t let an innocent person die!" Dorick smiled "Of course not! That’s why you’re my apprentice... The rules that bind you as an agent can be viewed many different ways Dogin. I’ve been branded a mischief maker, rule breaker, and a loose cannon... You must detach yourself from those rules that blind the other agents, so that you can see what truly needs to be done!" Dogin looked at the ground "But how can I break the rules and still be an agent... How do you do it?" Dorick although in great pain laughed. "There are two very simple ways to be able to break all the rules and still be an agent... One don’t get caught!" He laughed some more at that one then got serious again. "But the true way to do it is the second way... Be the best. If you’re the best they can’t get rid of you, they will need you to much! Be the best of the best Dogin Hood so that you can save those that no one else can!" Dogin looked at the setting sun. "I understand now... That no matter what happens I will keep going, keep pushing, keep struggling even to my last breath. So that I can become the best of the best and save those that others cannot! I will make your proud Master Dorick I will become the best!" Dorick smiled "I know you will boy... I know you will."
Thus the agent Dogin Hood was born.
Joe and Dogin where teamed up for many missions there earliest together being in Swellwood forest where the name Dogin Hood and Big Joe became something of a legend! They have endured many hardships together and have traveled many roads, but now Dogin at the age of 32 and Joe at the age of 31 they embarked on a mission just like any other... Or so they think... If only they knew what awaited them at the end of this mission to Dargath... The demon wars...
Wandering
Death Of a Legend
After the Demon war.
During the final battle of the demon war Dogin was killed, but that would not be the closing chapter in his life... No... For Dogin death was only the beginning in another much longer book.
Dogin awoke after the battle as if in a dream, he was in a grayed out world devoid of colors. Nether snow fell or wind blew in this world that looked so much like the one he had just departed, the only thing that filled this world was an endless fog that hung over the land. It was in this strange world that Dogin meet Sedrick Brackenfur he was the Skrieve leader that lead the Skrieve people from their island home to the mainland off the coast of the land of Zargon. Sedrick had little to say except that he had waited many generations to tell Dogin these few words. "Dogin Hood go through that door. All of Gorgraz depends on it." Where once there was a barren field now stood a Creashian stone door the likes that transferred there army to the field. Dogin did as he was told and found himself on the island of the Skrieveante... It was a vast island with a large mountain in the middle; it was there in that mountain that Dogin found what he was supposed to. The Spirit wolf one of five greater spirits that rule the spirit world and watch the realm of mortals. Here Dogin learned much from the Great Spirit about how the world in the beginning was much difernt from the world he knows now.
In the beginning the world that Gorgraz created was greatly different from the world the people of Gorgraz know now. The worlds of mortals, sprites, darkness, and light all lived in harmony or that’s how it was before the true lord of darkness decided that darkness was enough to rule the land. A great battle ensued... A battle so vast its likes have never been seen again. On one side was the vast hordes of darkness that had built there armies to vast numbers. On the other were the combined forces of the light, spirit, and mortals. The war lasted many human generations (Since mortals are the only ones that age) The final battle lasted five weeks, five weeks of constant battling... The ground was painted red with blood and covered with bodies from all sides, it would have continued for several more weeks had the allied forces not attempted a desperate ploy.
The outcome of the battle was starting to look grim as it grinded into a war of attrition. The allied forces decided to attempt to end the war before more lives were lost. The allied forces charged at the center of the enemy lines in an all or nothing attack... The battle was long and hard many died on either side, but in the end three people made it into the fortress of the dark lord. The true lord of light, the spirit wolf, and the human king Ashguard, but each had suffered greatly to reach this point. The lord of light had taken many wounds, the spirit wolf was bleeding heavily and unable to move as swift as he could, and Ashguards right leg was deeply wounded. The battle between the four warriors was fierce and bloody... In the final moments the lord of light was cast to the ground his strength depleted, as the spirit wolf fought with the dark lord Ashguard went to the light lord’s side. There the lord gave Ashguard his holy trident that had been crafted from his own righteous blood, but before Ashguard could rejoin the battle the dark lord sent the spirit wolf flying into him. Both lay there bleeding and there they decided that if they where to die, they would put all they had into killing the dark lord. So with one lasts attempt Ashguard rode the spirit wolf into battle wielding the holy trident in that moment Ashguard pierced the demon lord’s heart and an incredible thing happened. The blood of the light lord that the spear was crafted from combined with the blood of the spirit wolf and of Ashguard, then finally combined with the blood of the dark lord. When that happened a great light flashed forth and when it dissipated the dark lord had vanished, apparently he had been sealed within the ground where the trident now lay embedded... and the human king Ashguard lay dead. After that battle the war ended with the dark lord sealed away the balance shifted to pure good, but the lord of light knew this would happen and thus he gave up his title as the light lord to return the balance to normal. Then to make sure this would never happen again the worlds of darkness, light, and of the spirits broke away from the world of mortals leavening the world today.
(This history ok with you Dargath? Jonok? Kalor?)
This is what the spirit wolf told Dogin for he had to know the truth if he was to stop what would come. Dogin was told that Balthazan was trying to revive the dark lord and plunge the world of mortals into a living hell. "But what can I do to save the world when I myself am dead to it?" Dogin demanded! As it turns out the spirit wolf would revive Dogin and give him a new life, but in return Dogin would become the living representative of the spirit wolf in the mortal plain. Dogin would become the legendary white wolf he would be given great power, but he would also be given a great burden... He would forever serve the spirit wolf, but this wasn’t such a bad thing. The spirit wolf had great respect for the balance of the world for he fought the battle against the dark lord. His job to uphold the balance would be the same as when he was an agent, but now he would only answer to the spirit wolf... But then again, forever is a long time. But there was a catch to his new life... The world of the spirits was seperet from the mortal plain, so returning Dogin would take great effort. So much that his life would be limited upon reaching the mortal plain, so the first thing Doign would have to do would be to find a legendary artifact that was said to prolong life. This artifact was the Fire Heart and was being held by the mother of all dragons, it seems Zargon entrusted this artifact to the very first dragon ever created. After sustaining his life on the mortal plain Dogin would have to find the Book of Ages in this book was the secret to stop Balthazan.
Dogin is now in the mortal plain... But he's not alone... It seems becoming the white wolf has another catch. Each of the past white wolves are within him. (There have been five white wolves not including Dogin)
When Dogin meditates he can speak with them, or when he's truly needs to talk to them... It seems the thing that makes the white wolf strong is that he/she is gifted with all the strength of the other white wolves. (A white wolf is born when the world truly needs a champion. Each white wolf is incredibly gifted, so much so that they often change the face of the world.) But as with many things there’s a catch... To receive the true power of the white wolf it is taken into a vote among the past wolves. You ask for the power in a situation and they take it to vote... If all disagree with your reason to use their power you get your own power times two, if the minority sympathize with your reason you get your power plus there’s times two... If the majority sympathizes with you, then you get there power and your power times four, and if all the past wolves sympathize with you... Then you get the ultimate power of the white wolf, every wolfs power times ten! Dogin was outraged when he heard this the first time. How could they take a vote in dangerous situations? Who are they to question his motives? Not only that but later Dogin found out that the ultimate power was beyond reach... It seems the other white wolves banished one of their own. When Dogin asked them about it they told him that the one they banished was the most powerful among them, but that in life he was a monster with no reason to live except to fight and kill. They told him that they had no idea why he was made into a white wolf... He did succeed in averting the catastrophe that was about to happen to the world, but they say he had no sympathy when it came to killing, they say he had nothing to live for except the death of others, they say he was a monster... Dogin had many more questions to ask about the banished one, but it seems that’s all they knew and that the only way to know more was to ask him himself... But the banished one hadn’t spoken a word to any of them ever since the sealed away his power.
Now Dogin walks again on the mortal plain... He has many things on his mind, for now he is given a second chance. A chance to make up for the grief and the pain he left behind upon his death, but then again he is here in this world again because the world needs him to be. "The world needs me to save it..." He muttered to himself as he stood in the location the spirit left him
Dogin now stands in the South eastern portion of the Land of Zargon... Near the place where he was born. Dogin was given a new blade and a new life to save the world that he and his friends held dear. "My friends..." That thought brought back many memories. Memories of Joe, Tahora, Stron, Norg his adoptive father... and Calana... "I wonder what she thinks of me now?.. I left with so much unsaid, so much not done. How can I face them again?"
With these questions in his mind and his feelings in his heart Dogin began his trek. He would need the help of his friends to save the world... Or that’s what he told himself, but really the truth was he wanted to see his friends and loved ones again... To show them that he was ok.
In the Beginning
Dogins parents lived in the far south east of the Land of Zargon, a rather untamed portion of land covered in mountains and forests. They decided to settle there and carve out a quite life for themselves and their newborn child. Life was filled with hardships, winter was bitterly cold, and summer was very dry, but the times in between the two extremes was like nowhere else on earth. Though living was hard it was greatly rewarding for the couple and their new child, that is until the time of Ashnard. In the eastern part of the Land of Zargon once every ten years a great drought plagues the region that lasts half the year, this drought was first noticed by a Dragoth named Ashnard, thus the time of Ashnard.
Tragedy struck a few days before the summer solstice when a great fire (the likes of which have not been seen in Zargon since) started in the south eastern region of the Land of Zargon. The entire forest was dry as a bone and the fire spread with amazing speed as if it had a mind of its own... The entire forest was engulfed in a matter days. Following in the fires wake was a group of rangers called in to inspect the damage to the region. Among them was a Skreive named Norg, he was a kind soul greatly gifted when it came to the use of a bow. While inspecting the burnt forest Norg came upon the burnt out remnants of a house. "By Zargon... People lived this far out? Those poor souls." As Norg was preparing to leave and report his findings he heard something. A tiny whimpering that came from the house... Confused and bewildered he approached the burnt out home there he found the oddest thing he had ever seen in his entire career. Among the blackened debris there was a perfect circle of unscorched ground. On the spot was a crib but there was nothing inside, still hearing the whimpering Norg looked under the crib where he found four things still intact. A blue tinted sword and a baby wrapped in a hooded cloak with a small charm. Dogins parents knowing they could not escape the fire tucked their child under the crib with the one item that could protect him... Rising Tide with a magically enchanted sword gifted with the power of water it's enchantment kept the flames and heat at bay while the cloak and the low location prevented smoke inhalation. Norg couldn’t have known any of this, but none the less he rescued the baby. On the charm there had been a name, but because it was too close to the edge of the crib half of the name had been melted off and the only think readable was. "Dogin"
Norg took the pup to proper authorities, but for some reason they directed him to the king himself Stron Emerald Scale. "I knew about the drought... I should have prepared countermeasures for it, but because I did not this child has suffered. This child will be cared for by the government itself and..." Before the good king could continue Norg interjected "My lord... I do not mean to be rude nor do I wish to come off as selfish, but if I may... could I take care of this child?" Stron gazed at him with his deep emerald eyes. A smile spread across the dragon kings face. "Do you have a proper name for him?" Norg looked down at the child in his arms. "I do sir. With him I found a charm that I believe had his name on it, but it was damaged in the fire so I cannot make out the last name." Stron nodded "Will you give him yours?" Norg shook his head. "No I cannot... Though my tree is bare and I have no heirs to carry on my name I cannot wrong this child by giving him my name." Stron looked puzzled but didn’t say anything. "I do not know who his parents where, but they put his life above all else. I will take this child into my care and treat him as if he were my own blood, but he will know that he is not my child and he will know of the sacrifice his parents made for him. That will make him strong... He was found wrapped in a hooded cloak that most likely belonged to his mother and it is for that reason I name him Dogin Hood." Stron was pleased with Norgs words. "You will receive money from the government for the child’s upbringing please raise him well." Norg smiled and thanked the king.
Norg was a good father kind, gentle, and brutally honest. Dogins was raised on the outskirts of a small village, there Dogin worked very hard every day to make a living. Although Norg received a generous sum to raise the boy he spent very little of it, only making sure to feed him well and give him proper schooling. It was Norgs way of preparing Dogin for the outside world... Norg taught Dogin all he knew about the bow and how to use it and by the time Dogin was ten he was one of the best shots in the area. It seems Dogin had a knack for the bow... From the very beginning. With Norgs training Dogin was coming along very well he was faster than most kids his age, he was a swift learner, and he was even coming along well in swordsmanship... The only thing Norg couldn’t straighten out was the boy’s attitude. No matter how many times Norg scolded him, grounded him, threatened him Dogins rebellious spirit always shown through. Dogin from the time he was able to walk was always a handful, but all good things must come to an end or so it is for the gifted of Zargon. At the age of twelve Dogin caught the eye of an agent recruiter that was traveling through the village. Norg was overjoyed that Dogin could get the chance to serve among the most elite force in all of Zargon. The papers went through and made their way to Stron... "Well I’ll be..." Said the great king as he looked at the name on the recruitment paper.
It was an emotional goodbye Norg told Dogin that he would be gone a long time... But that no matter what happened he should keep going, keep pushing, keep struggling even to the last breath. That if he tried his best he would be rewarded in the end. Though Dogin was a bit young to understand what his adoptive father meant he understood that this was where he needed to be.
It was here in the academy that Dogin would meet the person that would become his lifelong friend and partner Joe Hardfist. On the very first day he arrived Dogin made a great big scene as he stood up to a bunch of bullies that were poking fun at a shy Grogowen named Joe. Joe was the biggest kid Dogin had ever seen and he wondered why Joe didn’t stand up for himself. After introductions Dogin learned that Joe was shy because he didn’t know anyone, like Dogin he came from a small village where everyone knew everyone else and to Joe this place was way too crowded. After that day both Dogin and Joe became the best of friends. In their studies there teachers noticed that alone they did well, but when put together on a task they completed it far beyond that of normal standards. Thus the duo of Dogin and Big Joe began, but it would not last for that long...
Both Dogin and Joe advanced faster than most of the other students. Unknown to them there was another among their generation of trainees that would become a good friend... her name was Tahora. Dogin at the age of 19 and Joe at the age of 18 graduated from the academy and now had to go their separate ways. Each of them was assigned a master that would teach them their own ways of being an agent, though the academy provided a basic knowledge there masters would teach them how to take what they learned and make it their own... Dogin was to share a master with another Skrieve that graduated early by the name of Larze Badgar, there master was an old grey Skrieve by the name of Dorick Roughfur. Dorick was a tough master his training was harsh, he had Dogin and Larze do all kinds of things whether it was meditating under a waterfall, balancing on ten foot polls, or scaling mountainsides with their bare hands. They did it all but there greatest trial was yet to be seen. The Trial of Succession the last test before joining the ranks of the agents. Where the master is allowed to give the student any test he wants to make sure his student is ready to become an agent. Doricks test was one of the hardest things Dogin has ever done... Since the age of 19 to 27 Dogin has been tutored by master Dorick and this test would shake him down to his very core. Dorick taught both Dogin and Larze how to catch an arrow with their bare hands, but today he had something different in mind.
After a long training session that lasted until just before sunset Dorick told them both that only one of them could become an agent. "The test for today... Your final test... Will be to shot me with an arrow. Dogin your up." Dogin stood in shock for a long moment as his master sat down to face the setting sun. "Dogin know that I will not move... Now when you’re ready take your shot." Dorick breathed deeply the crisp mountain air around him as he watched the many colors of the setting sun. Dogin hesitantly fumbled an arrow out of his quiver and with trembling hands he drew up his bow and notched the arrow. Dorick heard the bow string draw back and prepared himself for what would happen next. Dogin held the arrow for what to him seemed like hours all the while a violent shaking went through his body. "What’s the matter boy? Don’t you want to become an agent? You have to have drive to succeed where other would fail!" Dogin stood aiming at his master tears streaming down his face. He wanted to be an agent... but... but not if it meant this! With a loud cry Dogin released his arrow into the ground in front of him and fell to his knees. Larze laughed at him "You don’t have what it take to be an agent Dogin! Your week while agents must be strong!" Larze notched his bow and let the arrow fly. With a sickening thud it planted itself into Doricks right shoulder. With a cry of pain Dorick stood up holding his wound... He calmly turned to face his pupils. "Larze... You will never become an agent. You haven’t learned anything! You’re still the arrogant child you were when you began! Be gone from my sight and never return!" Larze was dumb struck "But master I did..." Dorick cut him off. "You have failed! Leave now I will never let you become an agent!" His shock dissolved into anger Larze stormed off "You can’t do this to me! I’ll be an agent yet you just wait and see you old fool!" Dorick walked up to Dogin who was in shock at the moment. "Why did you not fire? Didn’t you want to become an agent?" Dogin gazed up at him with a look of terror on his face. "I.. I wan.. wanted to be an agent... I wanted to be an agent so badly, but not like this... Not if it costs me my soul in the process." Dorick smiled "Had you fired like Larze you would have never became an agent... We are the greatest warriors in all of Zargon, but not because of our strength, guile, nor our skills... But because we share the same ideals and uphold the balance of the world, this job requires one to think of the consequences for all actions. Some time or another you will have to make some tough decisions Dogin Hood... You will be asked to not save someone because the balance is shifted too much in the way of good, or you may be asked to kill hundreds of people to save thousands." Dogin looked up at his master "Then what am I to do sir? I couldn’t let an innocent person die!" Dorick smiled "Of course not! That’s why you’re my apprentice... The rules that bind you as an agent can be viewed many different ways Dogin. I’ve been branded a mischief maker, rule breaker, and a loose cannon... You must detach yourself from those rules that blind the other agents, so that you can see what truly needs to be done!" Dogin looked at the ground "But how can I break the rules and still be an agent... How do you do it?" Dorick although in great pain laughed. "There are two very simple ways to be able to break all the rules and still be an agent... One don’t get caught!" He laughed some more at that one then got serious again. "But the true way to do it is the second way... Be the best. If you’re the best they can’t get rid of you, they will need you to much! Be the best of the best Dogin Hood so that you can save those that no one else can!" Dogin looked at the setting sun. "I understand now... That no matter what happens I will keep going, keep pushing, keep struggling even to my last breath. So that I can become the best of the best and save those that others cannot! I will make your proud Master Dorick I will become the best!" Dorick smiled "I know you will boy... I know you will."
Thus the agent Dogin Hood was born.
Joe and Dogin where teamed up for many missions there earliest together being in Swellwood forest where the name Dogin Hood and Big Joe became something of a legend! They have endured many hardships together and have traveled many roads, but now Dogin at the age of 32 and Joe at the age of 31 they embarked on a mission just like any other... Or so they think... If only they knew what awaited them at the end of this mission to Dargath... The demon wars...
Wandering
Death Of a Legend
After the Demon war.
During the final battle of the demon war Dogin was killed, but that would not be the closing chapter in his life... No... For Dogin death was only the beginning in another much longer book.
Dogin awoke after the battle as if in a dream, he was in a grayed out world devoid of colors. Nether snow fell or wind blew in this world that looked so much like the one he had just departed, the only thing that filled this world was an endless fog that hung over the land. It was in this strange world that Dogin meet Sedrick Brackenfur he was the Skrieve leader that lead the Skrieve people from their island home to the mainland off the coast of the land of Zargon. Sedrick had little to say except that he had waited many generations to tell Dogin these few words. "Dogin Hood go through that door. All of Gorgraz depends on it." Where once there was a barren field now stood a Creashian stone door the likes that transferred there army to the field. Dogin did as he was told and found himself on the island of the Skrieveante... It was a vast island with a large mountain in the middle; it was there in that mountain that Dogin found what he was supposed to. The Spirit wolf one of five greater spirits that rule the spirit world and watch the realm of mortals. Here Dogin learned much from the Great Spirit about how the world in the beginning was much difernt from the world he knows now.
In the beginning the world that Gorgraz created was greatly different from the world the people of Gorgraz know now. The worlds of mortals, sprites, darkness, and light all lived in harmony or that’s how it was before the true lord of darkness decided that darkness was enough to rule the land. A great battle ensued... A battle so vast its likes have never been seen again. On one side was the vast hordes of darkness that had built there armies to vast numbers. On the other were the combined forces of the light, spirit, and mortals. The war lasted many human generations (Since mortals are the only ones that age) The final battle lasted five weeks, five weeks of constant battling... The ground was painted red with blood and covered with bodies from all sides, it would have continued for several more weeks had the allied forces not attempted a desperate ploy.
The outcome of the battle was starting to look grim as it grinded into a war of attrition. The allied forces decided to attempt to end the war before more lives were lost. The allied forces charged at the center of the enemy lines in an all or nothing attack... The battle was long and hard many died on either side, but in the end three people made it into the fortress of the dark lord. The true lord of light, the spirit wolf, and the human king Ashguard, but each had suffered greatly to reach this point. The lord of light had taken many wounds, the spirit wolf was bleeding heavily and unable to move as swift as he could, and Ashguards right leg was deeply wounded. The battle between the four warriors was fierce and bloody... In the final moments the lord of light was cast to the ground his strength depleted, as the spirit wolf fought with the dark lord Ashguard went to the light lord’s side. There the lord gave Ashguard his holy trident that had been crafted from his own righteous blood, but before Ashguard could rejoin the battle the dark lord sent the spirit wolf flying into him. Both lay there bleeding and there they decided that if they where to die, they would put all they had into killing the dark lord. So with one lasts attempt Ashguard rode the spirit wolf into battle wielding the holy trident in that moment Ashguard pierced the demon lord’s heart and an incredible thing happened. The blood of the light lord that the spear was crafted from combined with the blood of the spirit wolf and of Ashguard, then finally combined with the blood of the dark lord. When that happened a great light flashed forth and when it dissipated the dark lord had vanished, apparently he had been sealed within the ground where the trident now lay embedded... and the human king Ashguard lay dead. After that battle the war ended with the dark lord sealed away the balance shifted to pure good, but the lord of light knew this would happen and thus he gave up his title as the light lord to return the balance to normal. Then to make sure this would never happen again the worlds of darkness, light, and of the spirits broke away from the world of mortals leavening the world today.
(This history ok with you Dargath? Jonok? Kalor?)
This is what the spirit wolf told Dogin for he had to know the truth if he was to stop what would come. Dogin was told that Balthazan was trying to revive the dark lord and plunge the world of mortals into a living hell. "But what can I do to save the world when I myself am dead to it?" Dogin demanded! As it turns out the spirit wolf would revive Dogin and give him a new life, but in return Dogin would become the living representative of the spirit wolf in the mortal plain. Dogin would become the legendary white wolf he would be given great power, but he would also be given a great burden... He would forever serve the spirit wolf, but this wasn’t such a bad thing. The spirit wolf had great respect for the balance of the world for he fought the battle against the dark lord. His job to uphold the balance would be the same as when he was an agent, but now he would only answer to the spirit wolf... But then again, forever is a long time. But there was a catch to his new life... The world of the spirits was seperet from the mortal plain, so returning Dogin would take great effort. So much that his life would be limited upon reaching the mortal plain, so the first thing Doign would have to do would be to find a legendary artifact that was said to prolong life. This artifact was the Fire Heart and was being held by the mother of all dragons, it seems Zargon entrusted this artifact to the very first dragon ever created. After sustaining his life on the mortal plain Dogin would have to find the Book of Ages in this book was the secret to stop Balthazan.
Dogin is now in the mortal plain... But he's not alone... It seems becoming the white wolf has another catch. Each of the past white wolves are within him. (There have been five white wolves not including Dogin)
When Dogin meditates he can speak with them, or when he's truly needs to talk to them... It seems the thing that makes the white wolf strong is that he/she is gifted with all the strength of the other white wolves. (A white wolf is born when the world truly needs a champion. Each white wolf is incredibly gifted, so much so that they often change the face of the world.) But as with many things there’s a catch... To receive the true power of the white wolf it is taken into a vote among the past wolves. You ask for the power in a situation and they take it to vote... If all disagree with your reason to use their power you get your own power times two, if the minority sympathize with your reason you get your power plus there’s times two... If the majority sympathizes with you, then you get there power and your power times four, and if all the past wolves sympathize with you... Then you get the ultimate power of the white wolf, every wolfs power times ten! Dogin was outraged when he heard this the first time. How could they take a vote in dangerous situations? Who are they to question his motives? Not only that but later Dogin found out that the ultimate power was beyond reach... It seems the other white wolves banished one of their own. When Dogin asked them about it they told him that the one they banished was the most powerful among them, but that in life he was a monster with no reason to live except to fight and kill. They told him that they had no idea why he was made into a white wolf... He did succeed in averting the catastrophe that was about to happen to the world, but they say he had no sympathy when it came to killing, they say he had nothing to live for except the death of others, they say he was a monster... Dogin had many more questions to ask about the banished one, but it seems that’s all they knew and that the only way to know more was to ask him himself... But the banished one hadn’t spoken a word to any of them ever since the sealed away his power.
Now Dogin walks again on the mortal plain... He has many things on his mind, for now he is given a second chance. A chance to make up for the grief and the pain he left behind upon his death, but then again he is here in this world again because the world needs him to be. "The world needs me to save it..." He muttered to himself as he stood in the location the spirit left him
Dogin now stands in the South eastern portion of the Land of Zargon... Near the place where he was born. Dogin was given a new blade and a new life to save the world that he and his friends held dear. "My friends..." That thought brought back many memories. Memories of Joe, Tahora, Stron, Norg his adoptive father... and Calana... "I wonder what she thinks of me now?.. I left with so much unsaid, so much not done. How can I face them again?"
With these questions in his mind and his feelings in his heart Dogin began his trek. He would need the help of his friends to save the world... Or that’s what he told himself, but really the truth was he wanted to see his friends and loved ones again... To show them that he was ok.