Arulok is a brand new, literate pack looking for loyal, active members to join its ranks.
We are
- Mapless
- Sited
- Plotted
- Semi-realistic
- Ranked
- Long-term
We are based off of medieval times, and we've a plot and ranks that reflect that. We are currently seeking active members who are interested in taking on a leadership role within the pack. Current head ranks open are: Master of the Hunt, Lead Messenger and Bishop. We also have many more ranks to fill!
Arulok, meaning the Fifth Pillar, is a pack cursed by evil. The Fifth Pillar exists in all societies; it's inevitable and ever-present. The pillar in this pack's social structure though is stronger than most. Arulok is cursed with uncontrollable villainy.
For the most part, Arulok is comprised of rogues and bandits who have been exiled from their own packs for their unspeakable deeds. The wolves of Arulok are not always murderous beasts, however. No, their bloodlust only arises under the right conditions.
One Pillar cannot support a society alone and it is this fact that Arulok has realized. In order to preserve their pack born of hatred and bound by blood, the King and his Queen split the pack in hopes of preserving their future.
Long ago, during the times of knights and dragons, magic and sorcery, there was a land known as Orenda. Within the rocky mountains of Orenda sat a castle, ruled by a benevolent king. His kingdom though was plagued by a pair of dragons, who set fire to the quaint villages in the valleys. Wanting peace for his people, the King ordered his best men to slay the foul beasts and free the villagers from their destruction. That night, the soldiers marched out of the castle, armed to the teeth and ready to do battle with the winged beasts. The war raged on that night, countless knights fell, but so did a dragon.
The survivors returned to the castle as day broke over the mountains, the head of their kill in tow. In the distance, the mournful cries of the monster that escaped echoed through the valley. The Kingdom celebrated that day, and prepared to rid their land of dragons once and for all. They were not the only ones readying themselves, however. In his keep, the surviving dragon plotted his revenge. Enraged by the murder of his beloved, Attor called for the powers of the earth, summoning up the magic that remained in his aging body to curse the king and his family. As the knights chipped away at the stone barrier raised by the dragon, an eerie mist swept across the land, seeking out its target. As the men had finally forced their way into the cavern Attor had hidden himself in; the mist surrounded the castle, creeping steadily closer to the slumbering king. The mountainside glowed orange, set ablaze by Attor in his final battle with the King's men. As knight after knight fell, the mist reached the King's chambers.
The hand of the King was surrounded by the violet fog, and in that moment all of Orenda fell silent. Then agonized screams filled the skies, and the singular, triumphant roar from Attor. The King and his men doubled over, their bodies contorting and writhing as they took on the form of beasts. The previously proud ruler, his loyal followers, as well as his beloved wife and children now stood on unstable paws, glowing eyes filled with confusion, fear, and anger.
Not all of the kingdom were given such a fate however. At the ruckus caused by the howling and baying of the wolves, noblemen rose from their bed to find their King's bed sheets in tatters, and two wolves tangled in what was the King and his Queen's clothing. Outraged by the assumed attack on the Royal family, the Noblemen armed themselves, and set out to kill each and every wolf discovered within the castle walls. Many managed to escape, but many others fell prey to the spears that they once fought alongside.
Two Weeks Later
The battle-worn Lord leaped upon a stone that overlooked his pack of miscreants. Abnormally dark and murderous eyes held conflict within them, no doubt his mind was struggling to decide which half of himself to give in to; the Cursed Villain or the kind ruler his band has seen only glimpses of. "Listen here." He called into the darkness. "There is a choice to be made. Each of us have been expelled from our homes; our families ripped from us. Now we must decide if these cruelties will define us." The Lord had started to pace atop his small perch, his curled high above his back. Those gathered below him would bark their agreement here and there as the tension grew thicker. The Overlord didn't have much time, he knew. "Listen here!" He shouted again, "We will hold fast my brothers. We will show that wyvern that he cannot shake Arulok." With his brief speech now at a close, the King threw his head skyward, releasing the first howl of his existence. The others soon joined in, filling the cool mountain air with an eerie song that echoed through all the land.
If you are interested, or wish to know more about this pack, please feel free to visit the
Arulok website or contact me in-game at Ilithyia Rhea
If you are wanting to join, please click
here to fill out an application, or again, find me in-game. I am generally active daily, so I will be sure to get back to you as soon as possible. as soon as possible.
