(ooc: This is an RP i'll be running for my character, Casper. Creator of NV, he returns to find the guild running self-sufficiently and in no need of him. Where does his heart rest? Open to all of NV and Isonia, ICQ me if from another faith.)

Book I : Olu and the 1st Rebellion

The beginnings were humble. They started as a ripple. A ripple in an abundantly wavey sea. They cared little for infamy, they preferred to remain as lesser-known as possible. For they were not braggarts, practising in the cocky arts of gloating and bravado. They intended to create havoc silently, unseen. For they were the silent killers, the Quiet Chaos. "Nyamafu Vurumai..." mouthed Casper, breathlessly.

Casper envisioned the beginnings, long before they actually took place. Casper's foresight created a legacy, a tale to be told to everybody who joined the plight, whenever they chose to see the light. Isonia's light that was, the serene purple light. Isonia had blessed those of the Chaos, the Vurumai. They were the underdogs, seemingly banished to eternal enslavery. Isonia gave them strength, and courage. She gave them hope, but they still failed to realise their potential. It seemed Isonia's help was not enough, then there was Casper. The Visionary.

The following is an excerpt from a parchment found at the site of the first isle of the Vurumai, known as Mnyama (Once civilised, it was translated to Isle of Beasts). The excerpt is rumoured to have been written by Olu Sunshyne, now deceased father of Casper Sunshyne, during the time of the 1st rebellion.



Casper held the parchment so delicately in his hand. The words of his father, although occasionally hard to decipher, still rang so clearly in his head. "Stey strog boy, Stey strog." These were his fathers last words, to him at least, before they were moved to separate enclosures. He had held true to his fathers request, and remained strong through the second rebellion. His strength gave others hope, and the radiance of his presence lifted the caged spirits. All those who know of the Vurumai know of the 2nd Rebellion's successful endings. The onslaught freed the beasts, and the eyes of Olu beamed down from the Heavens on that day, Casper could feel it. Isonia was there that day too, if not physically but in spirit. And beside Isonia, stood Olu.

Book II: Chaos Reborn

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder", a saying that rang true to Casper, as he journeyed across endless plains and through infinite woods. The Quest for Knowledge was long overdrawn, and Casper felt he had conquered his inner demons. The need to fulfil his nomadic tendencies no longer existed, for his travels across Tonan had satisfied his thirst a thousand times over. No longer did he feel separated within, for The Quest had settled all the conflict he had felt deep within his soul. Once a young, inexperienced knave, now a wise accomplished drow. His quest was a success, and now it was time to reap the benefits of his experience. It was time to share with his people.

But did they need him? For Isonia sent Casper many visions of the Vurumai's success, each one bringing him pride and joy. Each one, reminding himof how good it felt to be one of them. But whilst away, he felt isolated. Isolated from the Vurumai, isolated from Isonia. Isolated from Tonan. It was terrible, on one hand, but on the other it gave him great experience. He finally bridged the gap between beast, and elf. No more was he a confused, uncivilised beast. He had been tamed by the land of Tonan, and every bit of mysticism surrounding it. He was whole finally, but did the Vurumai need what he had to offer them? Did they need to be fed all this knowledge? Casper felt he no longer knew what was best for those who occupied the Isle of Beasts, but he would be damned if his personal insecurities prevented him from trying to make a connection.

It was this connectedness with his people, that would finally reunite him with the Chaos within. He would rebirth the silent murmurs of anarchy within. He would become every essence of Chaos, reborn through the guidance of Nyamafu Vurumai.

The brother...

He had forgotten so quickly, his castaway. His kin. The man he used to be proud to call his brother. They were inseperable, attached at the hips since the death of Olu. But where was he now? Where was he when times got good?

He thrived on the bad, the evil. Casper knew this, but he still kept him around for some strange reason, perhaps loneliness? But nonetheless, they still managed to co-exist well considering they're extreme opposite personalities. Casper the even-headed, assertive one. Nasir the violent, aggresive thug. They were a dangerous pair, whilst Casper had a say in his younger siblings affairs. But since Nasir grew in size, and in wisdom, Casper felt the distances between them grow further and further. Then as if from thin-air, Nasir vanished. No warning, no sign of a goodbye. Just... gone. He had spread his devilish wings, and learnt to fly.

Casper had thought many times of him along his timeless travels, but never did he miss him like he missed him now. Never did he yearn to hear the grind in his voice as he did at this moment. Being back in the homelands made him realise just how lonely he was. You'd have thought on his many cold dark nights on his questing, he would have felt an absence from humanity. But he never did. Now that he returns, Casper finally gets a hint of that alien feeling of regret. Regret that he never took an interest for his brothers affairs. Nor did he ever shelter his younger brother from their darker days, Casper was never the hero.

Sitting in the moonlight, staring over a far-away bluff Casper caught a glimpse of what his brother -could- look like, but perhaps it was just wishful thinking. Perhaps his brother was no more. What was to be of Nasir? What had become of him?

The questions raced, thousands through his head all at once...

It was a crisp, moonless night as TuT walked out in the expansive lawn of Casper's recently constructed citadel. Overhead the stars carpeted the inky blackness of the spring sky. In the distance, close to a preciptious bluff he could make out the rigid figure of the guild's founder - Casper. As he drew closer, it was obvious that he was in deep thouht.

It is good to see that you have returned to these Isles after so many years of exile - and as I have said before - this is most timely return

Casper turned towards him - somewhat startled - as he was deep in thought.

I will come straight to the point - Ryloc has taken his leave of these Isles - and I fear, he will not return ........

TuT, such a weary look spread across his tired face. He looked nearly beaten. From what Casper had been informed of, his time of absence from NV had been one of turmoil, and of success. Most recently of an ever-changing lineup of leadership. TuT was the latest. Plagued by rumors and gossip, Ryloc the Dark had been driven out of his rightful position, and not by those loyal to NV either...

"Those treacherous heathens..."

Casper muttered to himself, barely audible enough for TuT to hear. A great burden was slumped upon TuT's broad shoulders, for he was left to salvage what little of a loyal following as he could. The rest had abandoned, aborted the Isle. In time of need, the Vurumai had been deserted, and the Isle was left looking bare, to the point of near transparency. Casper was deeply saddened, yet compelled to extend his hand. The hand that once guided those of the Isle, seemed to draw nearer and nearer to the people of the Chaos once more.

But there was still the question of Nasir... where could he be?

"Hisssss...."

Nasir cursed at an owl hooting in the forests. It stayed motionless, as if frozen to its perch. Indeed the ageing drow had grown quiet proficient in his menacing ways, especially his knack for looking much more daunting than he actually was. He was far from harmless, but the evil front he put up was an embellishment of his true self.

He pressed on, darting from tree to tree, hiding at each one. If his travels had taught him anything, it was to always be aware and expect the unexpected. This rule he lived by, because he had proved to himself how random the world was. He was living proof, for his random acts of violence were nothing short of savagery and viciousness. But it was the way he had become, and nothing could change it now. It was the code of his people, those of the Evenstar, and it was the code he put his soul into perfecting. The art of being evil.

The coastline was silhouetted against the black sea, and it seemingly ended a few hundred metres away.

"Jussst a few hundred metresss until i find the truth..."

Nasir already predicted, what or whom would be awaiting his arrival at the end of peak of the coastline. It was innevitable that they would meet again, and better it be now than another hundred years down the track. He had to confront his estranged older brother sooner or later, and explain why he had abanded the Isle. Casper was owed that much, perhaps more. Perhaps Casper had news, involving some other venture oustide the Isle.

A new beginning perhaps, or would he be back preaching the same old morals and values...