Gate of Memoirs/Legacy of a Wolf

Led on by the solemn spirit of his grandfather, the young wolf pup learns to watch, and strike when the time is right.
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Music: "Ghost"	Music: "Ghost"
 	
*Hello, .
*It's been a while, hasn't it? 
*Or perhaps this is our first meeting? It's possible.
*In any case, I thought you might be interested in this.
*It's a memory. One glimpsed from a restless mind long ago, from a land called Aimyhr.
*I've only come across it recently, but I gave it some thought...
*Maybe some things were always meant to be...
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Music: "Dark Pursuit"	Music: "Dark Pursuit"
 	
*—Central Province, local fortress.
 	
*A young, silver-haired man stays close to the shadows, sharp eyes scanning the silence for any movement.
*Behind him are a dozen others clad in leather and scant armor, like wolves waiting for a sign.
 	
*Soon, the moon dims behind a cloak of grey cloud, and the pack moves in unison along the alley.
*A lone guard investigates at the wrong moment, and his life meets an unfortunate end at the tip of a dagger.
*The pack congregates before a large door, and their leader—Baelfyr—holds up a gauntleted hand.
 	
*Baelfyr: Tonight is the night we strike, and throw the unworthy from their pedestals.
*Baelfyr: Too long have we allowed them to grind their fellow man beneath their boot under the pretense of "nobility" and "serfdom."
 	
*Baelfyr: Does the kingdom not belong to its people? Do the lords not owe responsiblity to their vassals?
*Baelfyr: We will throw open their doors and expose them for the bloated bloodsuckers they are...
*Baelfyr: And they will pay for their years of oppression and injustice.
*Baelfyr: Our time is *tonight*, and it will go down in history. It's now, or never.
*Baelfyr: We will be the first to cut through their shroud, and the people will follow in fire and flame!
 	
*His comrades solemnly press their hands to their heart, and quietly take their positions.
*Baelfyr gives the signal, and they slip by unseen like ghosts.
 	
*The young man watches them go—months, even years, of training, trust, and preparation—and thinks of his contact within the fortress.
 	
*Among them, she alone had proven herself trustworthy despite her odd proclivities.
 	
*He certainly had need of her magics—it was the one glaring disadvantage their enemy had not thought to ward against.
*A swirling shadow, seemingly born from the sputtering flame of his torch, materializes behind Baelfyr and inclines his stately head.
 	
*Leopold: The hunt will be long, tonight.
*Leopold: Are you prepared?
 	
*Baelfyr: I am always prepared.
*Baelfyr: I've waited my entire life for a moment like this.
*Baelfyr turns, his eyes fixed on the glowing amber of his grandsire's.
*Baelfyr: This is but the first step in reclaiming the honor of House Auswald.
 	
*Baelfyr: Generations of nobles forced to live in squalor while our enemies forget our name.
*Baelfyr: But no longer. This will end, and before long our House shall prosper once more...
 	
*Leopold regards his grandson with a softer gaze than usual, placing an ethereal hand on Baelfyr's shoulder.
*He was growing into a fine wolf.
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Music: "Where it Rains"	Music: "Where it Rains"
 	
*—Province outskirts, two decades ago.
*Child Baelfyr: Father's horrible.
*Baelfyr scrunches the scrap of cloth close to his chest, and kicks at the dirt along the roads.
*The howling wolf on the banner, threaded with fading gold, seemed to shine ever so slightly in the setting sun.
*Child Baelfyr: "Just a ghost story," he says. "It's not our business anymore," he says.
*Child Baelfyr: Then why did he keep the banner of our House?
*Child Baelfyr: If we're really nobles, we should...!
*Ghostly Voice: Should what, my boy?
 	
*Baelfyr startles as a deep voice sounds somewhere behind him, and looks up at the tall, shimmering form of an old man in strange garb.
 	
*Child Baelfyr: Huh?
*Child Baelfyr: ...Who are you?
 	
*Ghostly Old Man: That is not the proper way to address your grandsire, boy.
 	
*Child Baelfyr: Grand...sire...?
*Child Baelfyr: Wait, but... But my grandfather died! In the fire, so many years ago!
*Child Baelfyr: The one where they'd killed all of our House, like common prey...
 	
*Ghostly Old Man: Hm. So that's what your father told you.
*Ghostly Old Man: He remembers, at least. Even if he wishes nothing more to do with it.
 	
*Child Baelfyr: Are...are you a ghost? A vengeful one?
 	
*Ghostly Old Man: What a precocious little pup. He barks, then shrinks from an answer...
*Ghostly Old Man: Tell me, does he wish to learn more? What his father will not tell him?
 	
*Child Baelfyr: ...Yes.
*Child Baelfyr: I want to know everything, grandfather.
 	
*Ghostly Old Man: Very well.
*Ghostly Old Man: You may start by using the correct term: "grandsire."
 	
*Even back then, Baelfyr had no doubt that the old wolf had returned for his legacy. Him.
*For the wolf's own progeny had grown used to peasant squalor, and lived life now under the yoke of oppression.
 	
*And so it fell to him to raise the banner once more—
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*Whatever it takes.