Vulf Sandblazer

[vinnytheelf]

Vulf Sanblazer.

Youngest born to the Elderly Shaman of his sietch, Vulf grew up to enjoy the benefits of greater knowledge and teachings of the world his people ruled over. He could see the trials and tribulations his elder Brothers had to go through, and he learned of such things as triumph and failure, these observations and lessons taught were not lost upon his young mind. One day when he was not yet a Man of his tribe and barely gained his voice, the youngling one, childiah voice still crackling and squeaking through puberty, his elder Brothers were massacred in an ambush on them while out on a hunt. It was some local legendary beast that awoke in the area every 3 generations. His sietch had been keeping count and everyone was warned, but for some reason this season of its rising, it was more manifest and stronger, and undoubtedly more hungry for little of their precious waters were left of the Hunting group that went out that fateful day.

So it was left to Vulf, to carry on the Shamanistic tradition, he was not so ill prepared, but he was not the chosen and the task fell hard upon him in the darkest of his people's hour.

Eventually though, as his training was fulfilled and he susccessfully spent a week alone in the desert, dreaming in visions gaining insight into how he would advise during his life as sietch Shaman, the tribal Leader ordered that he and one other go into the vastness and gain knowledge of the newcomers and recent happenings outside their lands, this was the beginning of a historic journey, that would not only change the face of the great desert, but Arrakis and the Galaxy, and time itself...

[vinnytheelf]

Myself and Selim Wormrider, one of my sietch brothers who fights well with the blade, have been chosen to head out on a journey for the good of our peoples. It is a mission of utmost importance, for now we are seeing many outlanders invading our hunting grounds and taking waters and the sands and leaving noting behind but death and parched lands. They do not understand the delicate nature of balance among the shifting dunes that we call home, they do not understand the nature of the spice, Melange, they do not understand the ways of the Fremen, they do not understand.

[vinnytheelf]

Sah and I found some old ruins, we used our guile to approach unseen, yet found a weeping woman by a dried up well, fearing an ambush we closed in on her slowly and warily, we were correct, she was not a Human that is for sure, a strange dessicated husk being that cried out in desperation and anger for our waters, we quickly used a ruse to gain ground away from her sharpened talons that slashed deeply, then we used our ranged weapons and magics to slay her from afar, she tried to close upon us but we were too fleet of foot and too clever for such a death-stricken mindless wretch.

We searched the ruins and found the remains of an old mining outpost, our first real look at the outlanders operations within our borders. Some ledgers were left behind, we think the outlanders were either driven off by someone or some thing or perhaps the mining dried up in this region.. we were never really sure.

Exploring beneath the ruins we found... an old passage and perhaps the reason for the mining outpost closure, it was a tunnel to one of our neighboring sietch's.
They would have slain us if we were not their neighbors I am sure, which is understandable, it is our ways.
They took us to meet their leader and regaled with all manner of outlander fineries.. it would appear these Fremen have taken to adoring the garments and fineries offered by the association and alliance with the Emperor... the Leader of the Outlanders.

I sent word to my Chief, this is important news... also we were introduced to one of the outlanders means of transportation, an instantaneous translation ring of stones where one can step foot and be someplace else immediately, vast distances can be travelled in a belly-lurching blink of an eye. Somewhat unsettling but very effective use of high arcaneries it would appear, though my eye is aware of something else taking place with these transport platforms, I have yet to understand, they appear magical as far as I can tell.

[vinnytheelf]

Leaving the sietch we continued our journey eastwards and came across some goblins who would not allow us safe passage through their.. farm, yes they were using an oasis to irrigate a small farm, where they grew some crops we did not stay too long, we had to slay them in self defense, I am sure the desert was glad of their demise and accpeting of their waters, we would have none of its taint, but the sands would filter and purify.
We took a hostage and made him give us information, we let him go on his honor, then we all went our separate ways.

Soon we encountered the Orcs, the prisoner had spoken of. A tower on the edge of their lands, we payed the guard and passed into their territory. Soon though we realised they had other plans and they came after us, so we turned to face them and and fought them, we headed futher into the desert and Orc territory eventually we met a strange tall gaunt looking being in dark robes approached us... Syzygy Darklock was the name he gave, a strange fellow who warned us of going the wrong way...

Syzygy Darklock, an odd name I have never heard before. He claimed was here to meet us in his past to ensure we would help him in his future...or somesuch, it was a little confusing to comprehend his intended message, I guess he meant he wanted to meet us at another day, probably he had divined such, I have heard of these powers that some great Shamans, those who had taken the test, the worm-bile ritual, those who survive gain the power to see their tomorrows, a very useful divination skill, has saved many a tribe from dehydration and catastrophe, few though these Shaman have been, it is recorded some have passed the test.

Perhaps he is one of those old Shaman.. so we took his free advice and he transported us without the use of one of the Platforms... onto a platform near a large outlander city. An alarm could be heard coming from the city, we shrugged and decided to just go back into the desert. We stepped off the transport platform and took to a high dune to overlook the way ahead, we noticed a small patrol heading out of the city towards the platform and then us as we stood patiently assessing the way ahead.

We were met soon by some outlanders wearing heavy clothing and stuffy armor, they never learn.. They told us an illegal activation of the platform had been detected and asked us if we had seen anyone use the platform, we hadn't seen anyone use it. Well, I knew we had recently but could not honestly admit to being the ones he spoke of, anyway, still they never asked us if we had used it and so we did not offer them any free advice or information. We are Fremen, all things are of value and not to be offered freely, everything has a price, respect, information or water its all the same it must be earned or bargained for. I didnt much like this outlander's tone or attitude so he was not going to get anything free from my voice.

Their sergeant became a little annoying demanding our spice, so I gave him all of it, knowing intuitively that his greedy gullet would get the better of him, and I would smack his face with the gauntlet of chastisement soon enough for his disrespect to desert folk and travellers indeed!

Soon enough we were taken to their leader and as fate would have it, we were indeed being waited for. Apparently word had been sent from our sietch that we would help a group of outlanders navigate the dangers of the deserts for purposes unknown, but as a means for our tribe to gain favor among this Outlander Leader, it is as my Chief wills & all part of the plans of my Elders to gain greater understanding of the threat these outlanders pose to our world.

I explained to the Leader that the 'gifts' of spice I had brought him, an offering of friendship from my peoples had been confiscated by an overzealous Sergeant who accosted my brother and I outside the city... he was sumarily brought before me and admonshed. Lesson learned, we Fremen are not to be trifled with, nor should we be treated in such a repulsive manner.

[vinnytheelf]

We were given the task of 'guiding' a group of mismatched outlanders through the desert to some where they did not know and some things they would not reveal..

That was fine with me, I knew in time I would learn what it is and what is was they sought, I could tell from their sloven or naivety that some of them would not last long under pressure of a sandstorm nor a good intelligent leading conversation.

Gruumush An uncouth Harkonen, who looked more orcish than Human. Clearly a brute who would deal much pain to any who may oppose our travels.

Suk Doctor, a wiry fellow, with shifty eyes, yet who seemed to be gentle of spirit and liked to drink a tea he liked to brew, a Healer and asset to any expedition to be sure.

Orotha, a Ixian Man of clearly above average intellect, it shone in his eyes and it was a little unnerving to meet his gaze for I could sense he makes notes and assesses all that he see's, it was almost unnatural to see such a mind at work, still I could sense he could be trusted somewhat.

Gert the Tleilax, a very short Man, I had never seen such a being apparently he is normal for his height, he was a healer of sorts who sported weapons and armor and revered some deity known as The One... something I am not familiar with. He seems harmless, he must be along to help with the healing.

Ty the Genaz Swordsmaster. A stern looking warrior, clearly he could take on an Orc patrol and come out relatively unscathed, if his demeanor proves true then his honorable deeds will be known and gladly recounted in our tales of this journey.

The Bene Gesserit, a witch, quiet for the most part, she is an oddity to me... I am unsure of her allegiance or purpose though it would seem she has a reason for being in the group.

The Atreidies, a nature healer and animist of sorts, he has an interesting Hawk that he can speak to, he must have some sort of shaman training. He appears to be trustworthy, anyone who reveres the balance in all things must be somewhat balanced in mind too.

[vinnytheelf]

There was a sandstorm a few days ago, we got separated and I lost some pages from my journal. To recap we had encountered a Fremen attack on a Sandmining operation... I cautioned against intereference, the Fremen were done by the time we could get to the outlanders anyway.. I really did not care to help, so I dragged my feet as I followed, but my outlander companions insisted we take the camels, I merely insited they take water and stay healthy. Next day Orcs, it looks like perhaps someone has upset the Orcs, they are mobilising and on the warpath apparently. We slew a few patrols and then... after the storm, we well the days are a little hazy, I remember we got separated in the storm then found Fremen and Orcs in battle and Fremen Giant allies joined in, destroying a spacing platform.

However a strange Giant Earth Mystic took us away from the battle to take spice in a vision quest.
Much was revealed and much was obscured, I myself being somewhat content and at peace and balance with the ways of the desert learned little, but by observation of the others and the retellings of their visions, I learned much.

the nextday, we found some items the Mystic left us and the battle was over. Though, I was unsure how long 'over' it had been, something did not seem right, I am still unsure what happened.

An Orc encampment, then a strange buried object in the desert and more Orcs. Shai-Hulud! These Orcs are everywhere...

We dug up some strange contraption, a flying machine no less, we learned, from Orotha, it is called an Ornithopter, though a rather large and complex type.

Well this Ornithopter is a wonder... it flies none-the-less!!
We found a dead young wormling in the 'cargo-hold' area...its odor was almost deathly overpowering, yet together we managed to pull the corpse from the machine and I performed the necessary rites, it was lain to rest finally, the desert reclaimed it.

[vinnytheelf]

Orotha using his talents managed to pilot the Ornithopter with some degree of skill and eventually we were all aboard and flying rapidly over the dunes. As night fell we found a strange tower like structure out on some rocks perched high, a light shone and bade us land.

It was Syzygy, his home here in the desert. He was very hospitable and gave some more revelations. Apparently this was the last time we were going to be doing this task... We had apparently failed some times before, yet now he felt we had a better chance at fixing it right. If I understood him correctly he has travelled back across the days to cause an event or events in motion where we, our company, were to perform some deeds or task(s) that would ensure his well being.. or create the success of something he valued greatly. What that is or was.. or whatever will be, was not revealed, which is probably for the better. I do feel this time around, good about things, it is like we have done this before yet this time I do feel different, though I do not remember, I feel it is so.

Rested, and our machine 're-fueled' we headed back out intot he desert towards a mesa or flat area where we would find the next stage of our mission...

Though now, part of me wished I had never set foot in this stinking hell-hole that is the Tleilax Laboratory and slave-den...

It is now confirmed, these runty bastards, Gert's folk are as Ben jameen had told, Slavers and what is worse they perform vile rites only an outlander could fathom, with wicked contraptions and foul unguents upon Humans.. upon Fremen Humans, upon my people.

We have a Book the Tleilax slaver tasked us to recover. We have a Key of sorts... we have evidence of genocide and war upon my peoples.

I will destroy this place, I will free those of my people left alive, as for the Slavers...I will kill them all.

[agroson1]

Wow...talk about character. I like it.