Ddraig Talamuar Family. The Beginning
Through the wastelands a strong, cold wind blows. Heru_GothmogRCVC in his human form wanders with his coat wrapped close around his shivering body. Searching for something that he heard about long ago, an ancient hallow said to be a place of great power. As he looks around all that is visible is a dusty landscape with some stunted wind-blown trees. No sign of any landmarks to show the way.
Just as he despaired and gave up searching, there was a flash of light in the distance. A bright Red light such as he had heard told in the old tales. As he moved in the the direction from where came that light he saw rocks of different sizes.
As Gothmog came closer he could see that the rocks were curiously regular in shape and of strange positions as though carefully placed. There was a definite path between them that seemed to lead to a cliff face. As he moved between the first two rocks he realised that they were the worn-down stumps of once great pillars. Strange marks could be seen but not clearly, perhaps the remains of pictures and words carved into the obdurate stone. Moving further along the path he noticed that the wind was no longer chilling him and there was a darkness at the foot of the cliff that the path led too.
On reaching the foot of the cliff there could be seen that the path led to a small opening. Entering, he found a narrow passage smooth of floor and wall that sloped gently upwards. Looking up he saw that the walls bent towards each other just above his head to form an arch-like roof. He followed this passage for a long way wondering just where it led. When he reached the end he looked over a large bowl-shaped depression in the ground there were trees, bushes and flowers. The air was warm and still. Down below in the centre of the bowl was an open area of grass with something standing at one side. As he looked carefully Gothmog could see it was a great Red Dragon. Or at least the statue of one. He had found the shrine to Y Ddraig Goch.
Following the path from the passage, Gothmog came to the clearing of the Dragon. He could see around the clearing there were four markers and he could see that each bore the symbol of an element. There was Air, Fire, Water and Earth forming a circle around the space in front of the Dragon statue.
It was now time to perform the rites he had been taught. First he walked upto the statue and bowed, he then turned to his right and started to cast the circle of protection ending once more in front of the statue. He then took 3 steps back and bowed, then 3 more and bowed then another 3. At this place he held up his arms and cried out. “I am Gothmog, true son of Y Ddraig Goch born in the land of The Red Dragon and of the Drakenberg bloodline. I come here to pay homage to the Father of Dragons in this hallowed shrine.” He then bowed low.
“ I come now to ask that I may be allowed the knowledge ancient ones, the Dragons that came before.”
In the the silence that followed the wind stirred the grass and there seemed to be many voices just outside of hearing as spirits of old all coming together to see the stranger in there midst. Then a voice seemed to come from the statue.
“Heru_GothmogRCVC. You come here seeking knowledge of that which was before. I ask you, will you hold this knowledge in trust and use it only for the improvement of the world and people around you?”
Gothmog replied “I will”
The voice then asked, “Will you be a shield for those unjustly attacked?
A voice for those silenced?
A friend for the lonely and a help for those in need?”
Once more he replied “I will.”
The voice said “I accept! Now, wilt thou be as Father to those I send unto thee, even if they be spirits of the night. Wilt thou love them and protect them, nurture and support them?”
Gothmog answered “I will.”
The voice replied “Heru_GothmogRCVC, Know that the Drakenberg Bloodline is welcomed and honoured by Y Ddraig Goch. Stand now tall and be father to the Ddraig Talamuar Family Heru_Gothmog_DTF.”
Standing up. Heru_Gothmog_DTF resumed his true Black Dragon form and returned home where he took up the task appointed to him and became Father of DTF.
THE MEANING OF SIRING
There are some who have asked about the meanings of the rites of the sirings. Now here in RLC there are as many meanings for these rites as there are families. Some indeed look upon them as a true changing of their RLC persona from human into the creature they are being sired as.
However, most families will agree on one aspect, and it is this one which we of the DTF and RCVC hold to be the most important meaning. To us the rites are a way to help people living in different countries or states, who are separated by many miles, to form bonds of family. To become Father, Mother, Son, Daughter, Brother, Sister. All the relationships that are Family.
When we in the DTF or the RCVC sire someone as a Vampire or Dragon, Angel or Fae, we are not simply indulging a fantasy pretending to be these beings. Though we do have fun as these characters, we are welcoming that person into our hearts to be a very real member of our family, someone that we care for both in game and in Real Life. Someone that will care for us in the same way.
So while we have great fun with creation of the siring grounds and in the writing of the scripts there is a very serious side which is the reason that we take such care to ensure that both the grounds and the scripts reflect our vision for the bonds of our family.
