Wara's First Entry

As a young Leonal I was raised to be part of a proud line of fighters and warriors. I had an active happy childhood. At the age of 14 I started the process of learning what I needed to take part and pass the adulthood right of passage. I was doing well with the activities and the learning of the old writings for our Pride.
At the age of 16 I was to take part in the right of passage. One day, a week before the event, I was roaming around our little village doing chores, when I found an old dusty chest. Being curious I looked in side to find old ornate equipment. It looked well made and very used, with scratches and scorch marks in different locations, as well as a few dents and dings. As I pulled piece by piece out of the chest, I found a Bastard sword covered in blood, and broken in half. Then under the sword was a sort of helm, a round circlet with two bands coming down the sides that would be in front of the wearer’s ears. For some reason I had the compelling feeling of needing to put on the head band. As I did, I started to feel an energy pulling the band to my head, and a slight blue glow began to come from all over me.
Just as the band touched my forehead, the village elder entered the room. Seeing the band coming down out of my hands and falling and attaching itself to my head. The village Elder yelled “What are you doing? What have you done? This is not allowed. Come here.” I stood up facing the Elder and keeping my eyes down as was our custom, and approached the Elder. He grabbed me by my mane and dragged me out of the room and through the building all the way to the clearing in the center of our village. Once there, he threw me to the ground yelling, “Stay there, do not move. You are to be judged by all.” He then called for the entire village to come to the center and gaze upon the young cub, me, that had taken of the sacred chest and used it for his own good. I did not know what was going on or what the Elder was speaking of.
It came through many long minutes that the council had gathered together and explained to the entire village that I had gone and opened the sacred chest and used the equipment of the first Leader of our pride for my own gains. I started to protest that I did not know, but the council all as one shouted, “QUIET, you know nothing. You have disgraced our heritage and the honor of the First.” The entire village began to murmur as the council gathered in a circle and discussed what to do with me. After what seemed like an eternity, the council finished their deliberation and shushed the village to announce my punishment.
“Wara has disgraced our First by putting on the “Headband of Recognition”. This Headband was worn by our First and was said to have the power to be able to hide the wearer among those who hated and despised our kind. Wara has broken the sacred process of our Pride and therefore must be punished. The headband no longer can be removed form Wara’s head, as it has chosen him as its bearer. We the council of this village have made the decision that Wara will be disowned and banished from this pride. The disownment will be that of all Prides, he is to be hairless from the neck down and his mane to be shaved off.”
I was then dragged to the council building where they shaved my mane short, and then poured a thick oily liquid all over my body from neck to toe. Then I was tied to a post at the entrance of the village, where I was to stay until my hair burned off. Five days it took for the liquid to burn the hair off my body, and I was only fed once a day. At the end of the five days, the entire village showed up in a line each dousing my in vile smelling fluids, washing off the hair removing liquid. I was then released and told to leave and never return. As I got up there stood only my father, mother, and younger sister. They did not and could not look at me. My father holding out my backpack, containing my hunting and fighting gear. My mother holding out a single meal in a pouch, as my sister had nothing to give me but a whispered, “goodbye brother”.
For days I tried to stay as close as I could to the village without being seen just to watch and see, as well as try to survive, ashamed and afraid. After about a week I finally decided I was ready to move on and hope and try to regain enough honor that I could one day return as an equal to my village.
After many weeks of traveling, surviving off the land, I stumbled hungrily upon a caravan of merchants and warriors. I approached in a way that was not alarming, to ask for food and work. That is where my life took on the current road I am on. I became a fighter. First, I was working for hire, often times in groups, then as my travels to me to other lands I was hired on with a massive group to head towards the lands of the Frost Giants. Once there I the entire group of people I came with was split up into groups or singles and sent on different missions. I later came to find out we were sent to the lands of Uthem and to work for him in the southern continent. I did this for many weeks, months, years, until one day . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
 
You work under a commander of Uthem’s named Hrotun a half stone giant half frost giant. He is my contact as a mercenary. My mission in Seji's lands, is to look into any followers of "The Cataclysm" or Bollof a former important person in the frost giant lands that was disgraced and banished. He is rumored to be directly plotting against Uthem. The Last Breath Adventuring Guild Bolloff Frostcrusher, he is known for smelling heavily of sour milk and being extremely affectionate physically towards others. A kind and jolly yet smelly Santa Claus would describe him best. He is known as one of the top rangers in the lands and is currently the manager of the guild itself.
He is male, about 20ish feet tall, and has a large gut. Think beer belly construction worker
As far as last seen, he was talking terribly of Uthem, and inviting individuals who served a banned god into his guild. Some reports note him heading to the east, but otherwise no confirmed sightings in almost a year now Oh and the guild is in Hrimpursar's Last Hold (Ha-rim-purse-er)
I had heard of the Kryptic Cabal before and was being sent to join them in the hopes of being hired/join them. I had first heard of and seen glimpses of them at the castle siege. I am now in a different land on a mission.