BACKGROUND:
FROM THE CHRONICLES OF THE CRAVER, the 89th NAUTHIZ , “

With great doubt do I talk about my past. It is not an easy tale, for it begins, as always, with pain. North of here, in neutral terrain between orc and human, lies my monast, the Wo- Tan.

The Wo-Tan served as place for decision, place for justice, the caretakers of the balance between my two blood races. No one warred against my monast, no one would dare, orc or human. For centuries the Wo-Tan, utilized a warrior , the hand of wrath, the mediator of justice It is he who taints himself in evil blood , to wash the rest of the brotherhood.

Only he who walks the path of Dol, pain. Only he who can lift his hand in Tyr, revenge.

He is named at birth Nauthiz, and his line is a long thread brimming with agony. It is a difficult stone to carry, but alas we must. If not, evil devour us, like raw dripping flesh.

Two score year ago, the last Nauthiz before me, died judging the penitence of a criminal, an orc renegade who raped human women within the terrain of peace. A successor could not be found, when panic nearly devoured my Wo-Tan, my mother appeared at the monast in great pain, in great labor- perhaps I was sired by the judged chieftain. I came into this existence crawling through a tunnel of pain, my mother’s life was my first meal.

She cried out in pain, misery, and finally death. Thurisaz, acting as the Nauthiz, did prophesize, that I was the next to be burdened with the incarnation of the Nauthiz, The Craver of Pain.

From the moment the prophecy came from the Thurisaz, I was not raised or sired, I was constructed. Built from the muscle and flesh of my two blood- into steel, wood, and fire.

In the life of the Nauthiz, the path of learning must come, as the Thurisaz takes the post during my stead. Upon the path of the world, one will learn to judge, smite pain to those fortunate deserving- whether they please or not.May their god deliver those that oppose me.” I am on that path, the path of pain, for that I face this world- always holding true to the Core.

*NOTES:

FROM WUNJO'S BOOK "THE PILLARS OF THE WO- TAN"

The Wo-Tan believe in two philosophies, the core and the path. The Path is what fate brings you, and each monk has an idea of their path. Tuning one's mind to it will allow the disciple a grasp at the future, along with the power of his runes. The Core is the product of the man's mind and the intervening Path. For other peoples it may be their soul. Yet that pales in the face of its true defination. The Core is the monk's Primestave, similar to the kind used by the gathering halls of human tribes about the Isa mountains, against those times that the path becomes a storm. They lash themselves to the solid rock which their being has become. In the face of pleasure a monk of the Wo-Tan will swim the path- giving himself to the chaos. In times of adversity a disciple will adhere to the solid emptiness of his Core. That emptiness, which some say glows a fiery black from the Nauthiz's fists, during combat.

The physical manifestation of the Path, the magic of the Runemal, allows the monk to intercede in his fate by way of not only casting but manipulating his set of runes. Some have even seen a few high level monks, without a bag of totems, they simply scrawl the symbols using the very air as paper.

The physical manifestation of the Core, sometimes called the Void, or the Fortress, not only protects the monk against massive damage, but can be manipulated in different areas of the body. Defensively in the form of healing, offensively in the form of the Trembling Fist or the Void's Point.

>>>>>Presentment by I, the elder Algiz to the One, the High Tyr of the Wo-Tan, Isa Mountains, upon Nauthiz coming of age...<<<<<<

The day we have all expected, some waiting as if a blessed dawn, others regretting it as dragons devour the moon every seventy cycles. In protecting our Monast, I fear I am a member of the latter.

With great regret do I communicate my thoughts on the aspiring 89th Craver of Pain, our seeker of justice, our balance and product between the orcan tribes further north and the near savage humans to the south.

This man should not bear this responsibility...

Yes, he has performed admirably, defeated foes and ascended rungs quickly among us. Yet beware of his blood- and I say it without pre judging his mighty mighty people. A race created long ago, according to legend, when earth and stone decided suddenly to become like man. His orcan blood, I fear, is not the path as we had hoped. I sense it is his core, and we have placed him, this monster, among us. A Isa mammoth within a cavern of crystalline ice- and our sect may shatter at his gate.

With my judgment, and free will, I have the liberty and post to tell you oh high One of us all, that this Nauthiz rides on a blade between his two worlds. Fully twenty one out of his thirty sparring, there have been unnecessary damage caused to his partner. In the end, his mentors find that his powers do not focus, rather they consume him like flame. The Ki does not rise, only the rage.

If he is to be put on the path, the world outside our walls; that fury may burn his human up bring, dry fire to orcan flame. His projected path, be it north (the orcs) or south (the humans), brings him into close proximity with a hatred for the opposing side. I concur that he will not be able to hold the consequences back, path knows what may birth from that.

Nauthiz appears stable, but quick to judge, absolute and objective, yet at times he is not indifferent to the enemy's pain. The Craver of Pain is but a title, a rank of ceremony meant to bring fear to the heart and mind of misdoing and felony. I believe our disciple enjoys his future burden too much, though he will never say. Silent in combat there is a shimmer in his eye, a sneer about the brow, and he has been known to twist his fist into an opponent, causing massive internal damage.

We have dared recall the circumstances of his birth- using it as prophecy The irony of his bloodline. The crimes of his orcan father, the death of the previous Craver by that father, brought about his existence. But we have been blinded by this, nor will I be silenced, even though these papers may be entombed with the hundreds of artifacts sleeping below our feet.

It is my duty to protect the Wo-Tan, filter the enemies away, filter the dirt from the marble that forms our ranks, and in this duty I risk the same duty, to make us wary of this next Nauthiz...

For that is my place among us, and if I must bear the judgement of the Thurisaz in light of these words, so be it,

My core is empty my path has been full.