Lore & Legends
“Chaotic world they call this place. Ha! As if any of you weaklings wouldn’t piss yourselves facing the days when dragons were hellbent on breaking a world already broken by war and destruction. Against this, your world’s problems are adorable. Caught up in every fart that pile of mental issues encased in metal armor blows at his better neighbors. And the neighbors, too spineless or too ignorant to make an example out of him and his pig sty of a nation. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, a harsh world breeds harsher creatures. A relaxed world breeds idiots. Back in the years of true terror, where the horizon was overshadowed with the tails of those overgrown lizards, my brethren, the Eldwulves were created by the Titans as guard dogs to their ever growing mass of weaponry and monstrous towers from... lesser creatures. Back then I was a little more willing to do the guarding. We had everything a proper predator needed. Long teeth to rip apart enemies, speed and agility to run down cowards who turned tail. Intelligence to gauge our situations, so our beloved masters didn’t have to do it for us. And, our primary weapons, our twin claws. Set inside the two first toes of our hind feet, the claws were longer, curved and able to disembowel some of the toughest prey and enemies alike. To keep the claws blade sharp, they were propped upwards off the ground, until the moment they were needed. Our only problem was our size. Of course this sounds foreign to you, we’re dogs who rival your prancing ponies in height. But back in the Vaenngardian world, one side of the war was a writhing mass of angry snakes drunk on chaos who could break mountains with a sneeze. The other side as big with brawn as they were with brains. Our masters towered over us like the trees. In comparison we must’ve seemed like lap dogs. Nevertheless, Eldwulves were made to serve. And serve we did. Even as our Titan masters locked us away in vaults to forever guard their precious technology. I was among several hundred others put into one of their underground cells that housed a variety of weapons. Our masters sealed the doors, and my brethren and I settled into it like a tomb. Not knowing it was the last time they would ever see daylight. In those dark endless centuries, you’d think it would be all a blur. It wasn’t. When the Gods came to their senses and sent the pretty little birds to corral the tantrum throwing lizards and our masters, we waited. When chaos decided to bite back with throwing beasts of their own to make the birds shit themse