Thread:The Second Age Server/@comment-172.194.143.208-20170418003158

IGN: ShapurTheGreat Clinging to ancestry of the nobles of the first Tauredain Empire, Huitzautl was born under the month of Mûma and the day of the Sun, making him line up to the constellation of Mûma in Tauredain astronomy. He was born under Cheif Tauzadel of Madorika village in the far northern reaches of the Tauredain forests under the name Huitzautl, Being trained to take over the village after his fathers death he never felt apart of the Village which was under the religious teachings of Mardukal the "Prophet" whom taught that the Lion was equal to the Mûma though this heresy was only in fruition after the fall of the first Tauredain Empire Huitzautl always had the inclination to deny these thoughts not openly of course but he believed the Mûma was the true king of the wild and that the Lion is simply a pretender and that Mardukal was a heretic of the Sun. His beliefs fueled his zeal and resolve as he was thought to Hunt and Fight by the tribesmen of the village, his upbringing being one of conditioning and training for the sake of being the inheritor of the Village. In hunting and fighting he was a natural being able to win every wrestling match and almost always bringing meat to the Village table in hunts many adored him while others were jealous of his natural prowess. On the night before his coronation of Manhood at the age of thirteen he dreamed of riding atop a Mûmakil and witnessed a fight between a lion and the Mûmakil he sat atop, the Lion was easily squashed by the Mûmakil which was the ending of the dream. Huitzautl had pondered on its meaning for hours before realization struck him, The Lion symbolized the uprooting of the Tauredain and the Mûmakil represented the Strength of the Tauredain, that he must squash the lion like the Mûmakil would to restore the strength of the Tauredain. When the Sun had reached the Sky he left the village with only a spear and traveled for hours on end to reach the Jungles edge, fighting off scorpions and the like with only spear in hand living off the jungles bontiful fruit and fresh water lakes and rivers. Days turned into Months on his trek northward, Following only his senses he never had doubt of his journey cross his mind. Three Months had come to pass by the time he had reached the Jungles Edge signified by the burned trees which were a working of the Moredain of the past, As he reached the plains of the Savannah he set up a small fire and cut his hand, spilling his blood into the fire as a showing of his divine intention to the Sun. The next day he journeyed still, Ignoring the gemsbok and the giraffe alike on his search for a Lion until he came across a pack laying in the Sun's rays, Screaming a great warcry he charged the pack with spear in hand piercing the first Lion that got up the meet his charge straight through its eye socket, losing the spear he fought the second lion with his bear hands wrestling it to the ground and caving its head in with a rock now soaked in the blood of the Lion the cub watched him as he took the spear out of its father and started to look as thought it was ready to attack Huit, before the spear that had been used to kill its father also pierced it, ending the pack. Huit traveled where his senses would take him after this fierce battle, traveling west to the Mountains of Harad he began a sixty day fast in a abandoned ruin of a old Tauredain mountaintop village meditating and seeking wisdom from the Sun he saw many visions of what he thought to be the first Tauredain empire but what he realized were visions of the future, these visions he took literal and saw them as a omen of his divine destiny to reunite the Tauredain people as the divine essence of the Sun and to restore the spiritual power of Mûma. With these realizations he ended his fast and followed his senses yet again, going to the village of his birth after a Month of constant moving, Arriving at the village people barely recognized him as his skin had turned pale and his hair and grown in great length. Screaming the same Warcry as he did during the fight with the lions with the same spear in hand he charged at the first person he saw, piercing them through the stomach and raising them to the sky before going into a bloody frenzy fighting every man and woman alike that challenged him, killing even the children and the elderly his bloodlust like frenzy did not end until the blood of the heretics was spread over the village. Now he returned to the Shaman of the Village whom had spread the false heresy and dragged him to the top of the village pyramid, He tied his arms and legs to the top and used a obsidian dagger to cut open his stomach spilling his insides on the pyramid steps. It was after all of this that he took the cheiftan headdress from his father and put it atop his head, traveling once again to wherever his senses told him. 