Welcome to Taboo

The following is a tale of our origins, a tale of a lost soul, and his search for enlightenment.  This is the tale of Taboo:

A once noble winged elf, who gave to many, and sacrificed himself to save the lives of others, steps away from a battlefield.  Badly beaten and physically drained, he sat at the edge of a cliff overlooking the valley beneath Black Mountain.  As the sun shined its’ final rays of warmth on him, his thoughts began to wonder.  While he sat, the darkness slowly began to creep in and he farther began to contemplate his own existence and his duties to others. 

Many hours passed, and a sudden sense of dread washed over him as he realized, all to late, that an enemy was upon him.  He was unable to reach his bow in time before his enemy attacked.  Coldness filled his body.  He was thrown into the air from the force of his enemy’s blow.  As he felt his body begin to fall toward the earth, he realized that his life was over, and the earth was far below from the cliffs edge.  With one final effort of desperation he forced his wings open just before final impact.  He was too late. 

It is told that you could hear his body impact the earth as far away as Plume.  No one knows for how long he lay there waiting for death.  Then a voice came to him, the voice of a true angel.  She told him that he must finish his journey before he can find true enlightenment.  “There are many roads that lead to the great path.  The journey is long and many roads will cross,” she said to him, “You must do this alone, for only you know your true worth.” 

For many days he wandered the lands searching for the truth of his existence.  He found his truth and he finally understood.  He was now ready to return to his home that he left behind. 

When he returned, he found that his noble family had begun fighting amongst themselves and had torn themselves apart.  They blamed him for the destruction that they brought to themselves.  Enraged by what his family had become in his absence, he vowed never to return to that home again. 

Once again he wandered the lands, spreading what he has learned of the path to enlightenment, to those who would hear his lessons.  It is those that heard him and understand how to better themselves, who have come to this place.

We are his legacy.

We are the survivors.  We each know pain and suffering.  It is now that we look to each other for peace and harmony.  The discord that surrounds us no longer tempts us, but fuels us to reach for a brighter future by finding the harmony within each of us.  Only then are we able to step beyond the darkness.  Discord shall no longer reside within us or within our ranks.

It is said when true harmony is found, the tortoise will stand up and dance.  On that day our birth rites will be fulfilled and we shall celebrate with the tortoise.

Understanding is truth in itself.

One cannot seek enlightenment to achieve true enlightenment.