User:Vromoth

Well, thats me... Vromoth, yup... I'm 18 and a boy if you didn't know ;). My "name" as you've probably geussed is not really Vromoth, Vromoth is just a character. Hay, don't look so disappointed.

How Vromoth came to be
Awhile back I was regularly going to this Creature Labs forum(I was very interested in the Creatures (artificial life program), at this time I had not made up the name "Vromoth" so I used my old time nick name "Narmie". It was here that I found out about the Evil Council an RPing group who make it there business to pull lots of little pranks.

Prelog:
There was a time, before man new much of anything, before he built castles or huge death machines. It was a time of peace, and in the cave where the Vromoth was born it was much the same or had been. It was an ordinary cave, except much larger than most. It needed to be for it housed a family of dragons. So old they could date there ancestry to the beginning of the world itself. But they had fallen on hard times, men now sort to hunt them for there horns and hearts. Many a dragon was to proud to have another watching his back, so the onslaught continued. Unnumbered amounts died, the elders saw that it had to stop, but they did not know what to do. There where rumors of another entity, a new one to this world. In the village not to far from the cave, the people who abided there had become white and where never seen out in the day, there teeth had become sharp and there eyes where cruel. They fascinated the Elder of the dragons, the pail ones where so resilient but under sunlight they became weak and would certainly die from a long exposure. They left the dragons alone, there was peace between them, and after time there was almost an understanding.

All good things must come to an end, men found out about the abominations and brought army's, primitive as they where there where many. They attacked the pails ones at there weakest point, daytime, the battle was over almost instantly, the few remaining pail ones where held in cages dyeing. The dragons saw this and took pitty, the almost considered the pail ones as brothers and refused to let them become extinct, they would save them. That night after the battle had been won a packed was made with the pails ones, they would both live in the cave and guard it against the outside world the dragons in the day, the pail ones at night. There was peace again, no man would touch ether race afraid that maybe the other was nearby. That concludes the prelog of the tale of Vromoth.

The Beginning:
Slegra the current head elder of the dragons looked out of the cave at the dark night, it was peaceful and quite. Any animal that might have made a noise had long since fled the area or inevitably been eaten. There was something different about this night though, Slegra couldn't quite fathom why he thought that, it didn't bother him though many a strange thing had happened in his 4346 year life, one more couldn't hurt. He took a big whiff of night air, "Ah yes" he thought to himself. A storm was coming nothing more, it wouldn't be to long until it arrived.
 * "Elder Slegra, me and Fernishma are going outside for a while."
 * "Ah yes Antonio, but i must warn you there is a storm coming, you must be back before it hits."
 * "Yes Elder.".

The Elder's thoughts often drifted to Antonio and Fernishma, on the whole both species in the cave kept to themselves. But then there was Antonio and Fernishma, they had formed a bond, they couldn't be separated. They where drawn to each other with an unstoppable force, almost like some destiny. But no, the Elder didn't believe in destiny, that thought was brushed aside once again. They just really enjoy each others company he thought. As the night got older with time ticking away, the Elder became concerned, Antonio and Fernishma had not yet returned.



The storm hit with a blazing furry, if one had not known any better they would have thought it had something against them, trees bent and broke sending splinters everywhere. Boulders rolled off the mountain the cave inhabited followed by a rain of stones. The boom of thunder streaked across the sky. Elder Slegra new there was nothing he could do, Antonio and Fernishma had stayed out to long, when the storm had hit they where no where to be seen, he could only hope they had found some shelter, otherwise they would not survive the storm. He looked out the cave entrance from a safe distance, the storm had started to crack its lightning whip, followed by the gods rawr. Little did the elder know that what was about to happen would change the world in ways he couldn't imagine. The storm gathered up its strength for one final blow, a lightning streaked from the sky down towards the earth, it connected with two entities of different origins, creating a blinding light as two where merge into one...



The storm was moving away leaving a destroyed world behind it, the occupants of the cave where having some difficulty dispatching the rubble at the entrance. Slegra was wanting for Antonio and Fernishma to return, he was not hopeful. But there it was, some movement, then something came crawling out of the ash that was left behind from the once standing forest, it was not the two he new so well. What he saw was not to be expected, it was different from anything that he had ever come across. It looked like as though if a pail one and a dragon had, had a child. Slegra new this was not possible. Once the entrance to the cave was clear he went to inspect the anomaly. It was young, that much he new. It seemed to be in the infant stages of life, and he new it would not survive on its own, he took it into the cave and from there it staid and named it Vromoth, a dragons word for enigma. No one wanted him, it was only because of Slegra he was not put down. And when Vromoth came of age and Slegra was on his last legs Vromoth was exiled to the outer world.

The Centrifuge:
Life was hard for Vromoth, men would hunt him, no one would care for him. If it had not been for his unique powers he would have died long ago. From here on for quite some time there is not much to say apart form that he survived blearily. So let us fast forward here to when he found his home... Vromoth stumbled through the desert sand, he had been chased out here by men, he had nothing with him save the cloths that where on him. The bright desert light burned his eyes and skin, burning him to his soul. He new this was it. His end. He wouldn't survive this, he couldn't go back and he certainly couldn't go forward. He stumbled and fell, he didn't bother to get up. If Vromoth had been conscious he would have seen the only thing that that was unique as he was appear out of nowhere right in front of him. It was a cave, you could tell instantly by looking at it that it was evil. From in its depths walked out a figure, it was blue and fuzzy, a cookie in one hand. "Go figure" it said. "Hey Raven, no use coming out, just sand out here."
 * "I'm going to come out anyway Addman, you know me. And I don't trust you." Another figure walked out of the evil cave.
 * "So you weren't lying then. Boring." sighed The Vampirec Raven. "I'm going back inside, you coming?"
 * "Yeah, I need a new cookie anyway mine is gone. But just a minute raven. What would you say about that tiny sand june over there? Did mummy and papa sand june have a baby?"
 * "Very funny Addman, what do I care?"
 * "Would you care if I said that its moving?"
 * "Well yeah but its not.... Oh."

After investigating the dune which was Vromoth trapped under sand they took him into there care and he joined the other occupants of the evil cave. For the first time in his life he had friends, Addman, Raven, 3kul, Cloud and so many more. It was here that he got his nickname "Vro the Vrooming Moth". So this concludes the origins of Vromoth, there are many other story's about him, epic tales. But the will have to wait till another day.