Jango - Cleft Origin Stories: The Wrath of Jango
Mar 20 09:16:31 2005

My name is Jango.
Of course, that is not my full name, but one I have taken so that the
thick-tongued inhabitants of this accursed realm have something to call me.
I once was Jangolothianas Li'Durondicannonan, an outcast, an exile, a Dark Elf.

Exiled. No, I was more than that.
I was cursed. Never again could I walk in the light of day.
Never again would I feel the suns welcome warmth on my skin.
The moon was made my mistress, and I a child of the night.
And for what?
In return for protecting my people, and saving them from utter destruction,
I was cast down.
I was made their scapegoat. They blamed me, ME, for the decline of our
people's magic. They blamed me for allowing those barbaric humans to attack
us. They accused me of using dark magics, and being in league with the Dark
One.
They could not explain why their magic was failing when mine had not, nor could
they explain how I, an elf, had summoned that demon to ravage the human army
that threatened us.
So instead of being hailed a hero, I was cast out.

Humans thought me a vampire and elves saw the taint of the curse on me.
Trying to live under such conditions had proved time and again nigh impossible.
I killed many a hunter that came seeking to carry my head back as a trophy.
I narrowly escaped the assassins blade sent by my own kin countless times.
I was forced to steal what food and other supplies I could, me, one born of
noble elven blood.

The few years spent living like some beast in the wild finally broke something
in me. My people had cursed and despised the one that had saved them.
I would have my revenge. I was treated so unjustly, that the whole of the
elven nation deserved my wraith. I would bring down on them the worst thing I
could conjour. I would rain death down on their heads until they had no other
choice but to call on me to save them once again. I would make them recant
their accusations and lift the foul curse that kept me away from the beauty
of the sun.
With the use of a black crystal I had found in my youth, I summoned Meteor.

Something went horribly wrong that day. A fluke, a chance occurance that
threw my whole plan spinning into chaos.

The sun that I had missed for so long went supernova.
The result was catacylsmic. The Meteor crashed into the exploding star,
showering the whole of our planet with flaming chunks of Meteor and our
once glorious sun. A rift in space-time formed where the sun had once hung,
drawing all manner of things from and around our planet into it.

As the planet broke up around me and I started to fall up into nothing,
I thought that I had surely destroied the entire universe.

And I was vindicated by that....