Yetesip the Ranger Prince

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Chapter 1

*From Yetesip's Mind, a few thoughts flow through his brain as he rests off
an impalation*

the Outlanders...impersonators of Saraba most of them. Only respect Nreisshe
so far, rest of them flee and run like bats to a cave. Them think they are
free spirited, but they are not, they are just impersonators of Saraba.
Cannot wait until Ccul'gra come. Is why I joined Chasm in the first place,
when Ccul'gra come, all will be laid bare to their gutteral ways, and all
will recognize Saraba as the One.

The Fort is troublesome as always, always getting in the way. Forever
blinded, hunts them hard.

always seem to get in way, has started lashing back, hunting them,
killings them. All good sacrifice for Saraba, weak and unfit as dem are.

Village be strong, if knew fear was, think would fear them. So far, just
avoid, kill a few if them weak. Them strong sacrifices for Saraba when die,
otherwise have to avoid or draw fight outs.

All of the ones thought of so far I sacrifice to Saraba for hims to eat as
him see fits.


Tribunal useful allies at times, though lately been hunting thems more and
more, them might have be sacrificeds soon.

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Chapter 2

The babe, the babe felar woke up. Peering about himself with barely a fur on
him. Thrown into a cave with slightly singed fur his eyes, strong for detail
even a week after birth caught the remnants of all the blood splashed in the
cave aournd him, all the animals piled into a cave as the paladins sat around
chanting prayers. He didn't know his past. But he hated the paladins and all
the goodly folk around them chanting of the good deeds they had done. He was
actually the son of a bandit village, which were considered 'evil'
apparently. But young Yetesip would learn that later. He looked to his left,
the burnt corpse, flickering with holy, divine light of his mother. He barely
recognized her though he was young. He grabbed the small chain that had one
word engraved in it. 'Teyes'. His eyes saw the letters, failing to comprehend
them. Though, they were branded within his memory forever. Letting out a mew
he peered about himself. the paladins, alerted of his presence rushed towards
the small hole he was hidding. Young though he was, he hide under his mothers
charred body. Finally, after two nights of hunger, where he only ate off his
others cooked remains and desperate thirst, the 'good' paladins left. He
dashed away then. A young wild creature, only one with his instincts. He was
friendless, utterless and completely relying only on his animal instincts.
Over the years of feasting on what he could catch, he learned broken 'common'
from the travelers he preyed on at times or just watched from the cover he
learned to take. One day though, something very interesting happened. A group
of pale, white-garbed monks sat and conversed amongst themselves of a
creature. of 'Saraba'. Saraba who was a wild beast-god. Who was worshipped
through Blood and Death. Yetesip Teyes
liked the sound of such a god and was intrigued. He crept closer and closer,
his mind hearing all the details of their speech. Finally, when they spoke of
some of the atrocities the followers of Saraba had commited, he struck.
Jumping outo f his cover and piercing the body of the lead monk before
shrinking away into the night. Hissing to himself as he ran away, a wild
beast of a felar. That, was his first sacrifice to Saraba.