| rdfs:comment | - What makes a true warrior? Is it the strength of one's character...the skill one posseses in the art of fighting...the legacy one leaves behind? For the longest time, I thought I had the answer to that question. For the longest time, I tried to restore what I had lost. It took being sent to the lowest depths of the universe to finally see how blind I really was. But where are my manners... The first of these fights, as always, began with the female warriors. Cauva of the Fire Clan put up a good fight, but she was no match for the current female leader,... To be Continued...
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| abstract | - What makes a true warrior? Is it the strength of one's character...the skill one posseses in the art of fighting...the legacy one leaves behind? For the longest time, I thought I had the answer to that question. For the longest time, I tried to restore what I had lost. It took being sent to the lowest depths of the universe to finally see how blind I really was. But where are my manners... First meetings usually warrent introductions. My name is Shearok and I was...I am...a warrior of the race known as Drosabeato. For those of you who have no idea what in Karzahni is a Drosabeato, let me give a breif summary. We are a race driven by the art of war. Every one of us are trained to fight at a young age. We also can climb a variety of surfaces and have beetlelike wings for flight. These give us an advantage over other sentient races, allowing us to our environment more completely. We are also distiguishable by our snake-like head and necks, lean bodies, and spiney casings which protect our wings when they are not in use. There are six clans of Drosabeato, each representing one of the basic elements. I myself belong to the Water Clan. Next, you are probably wondering where I am writing this from. Well, to be blunt, I am writing this from the Pit. Ah the Pit: home to the most dangerous, corrupted, irredeemable outcasts. Once you are in here, there is no going back. Why was I sent here? you may ask. What crime have I committed that was so unforgivabe? To understand my plight, I must start at the very beginnning, the moment that everything changed for me. On my island home of Trogona, my master, Regarr, and I were watching the Fights for Leadership. There are many warrior fights on my island home, most of which were for sport or recreation, but the Fights for Leadership are the most spectated in all of Trogona. These fights were how Drosabeato we decided Trogona's leaders; always one male and one female of our race. To the victors, the glory of leadership...for 400 years. The first of these fights, as always, began with the female warriors. Cauva of the Fire Clan put up a good fight, but she was no match for the current female leader,... To be Continued...
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