The NaFianna have come to elanthia, and wish a folder in this forum. here is our history for those of you folks that wish hear about us. thank you for your time, and thank you for setting up a folder for us here.

Part One: The night was like any other winter's end night in the year of the Golden Panther. The air was dry and cold, Xibar's illuminating pale blue rays almost adding to the season's chill. A light snowfall filled the streets of the Crossing, along with the hustle and bustle of the usual crowds. The mass of citizens and visitors shuffling quickly through the city streets, ignoring the dirty snow caked to their boots, greaves and robes. There was nothing to indicate anything was amiss until the hunter became the hunted. The silhouette of a hooded figure crouching in a position similar to a wolf stalking a deer lingered in an alley's shadow. A quiet growl emitted from its muzzle as he found and marked his prey; an Elothean trying to guide a small rickety caravan through the busy streets. The Elothean cursed and griped under his breath as he struggled. Pulling the horse's lead in a frustrated fashion and still cursing as the caravan freed itself for the street’s pot holes. A muzzle broke the mask of shadows with a curling smile as the figure silently leapt and climbed between the alley buildings. Once atop the roofs, perched on the corner, he watched the Elothean intently. With a solid jerk on the lead rope, the Elothean turned the caravan's horse down an alley. The Rakash figure noticed his final destination lay not far ahead. Moving quickly, he cleared the building’s gap and made his descent to the alley's cold wet road. The Elothean seemed oblivious, his back to the Rakash. With short silent steps the Rakash figure struck. The glimmer of a blade slipped from beneath his cloak and towards the Elothean’s neck. The figure's eyes widened as the Elothean stepped back, slamming his back into his stomach. The blade sailed passed its intended target, giving the Elothean leverage. Using the Rakash's momentum against him and shifting his weight, the Elothean flipped his aggressor over his shoulder and onto his back. With a sharp gasp of pain, the Rakash stared back at his own blade, now grasped in the Elothean's hand...





Part Two: Little is known what happened in the dark alleys of the Crossing streets that night. It is rumored that a scroll was exchanged from the Elothean to the Rakash. The scroll, shrouded in mystery, seems to have disappeared from Elanthia. What is known is that shortly after the scroll’s disappearance, a bit of closely guarded knowledge was released to those who were willing to pay well. Some speak of the leaks as the workings of some incredible agent. Others speak of it as an organization dedicated to infiltrating and liberating this knowledge to the highest bidder. Thus beginning the rumors of an order only whispered about and never spoken of aloud ..."The Na Fianna."

History researched and composed by Decipere Messor'Cariosus.


and a couple links:
http://www.elanthipedia.com/wiki/NaFianna
http://z8.invisionfree.com/NaFianna


thank you for your precious time,
Mordicum TheBlackhand