Prologue:
In the years of old. Men fought for dominance and women fought for the most dominant. This led to the era known as the Black Tide Era. The name choice for said era is a mystery to this day of age, however some speculate the waters of the ocean, of streams, and of ponds and wells. Turned black with sorrow of war and death. No one knew the true reason, until these writings were found.

Chapter One: The beginning of the end.
"These men you deem as animals, are the bravest warriors in all of the land. You will not understand our tradition until you are a warrior yourself child." Said Einar, He was speaking to his child, his boy. His descendant of dominance, the male had stood while speaking, and waved his arm from left to right in a grand manner to show his might army to his son. "Yet father, I wish to create art. Not to create war." was the small child's reply to the blood thirsty ambition of his father. The boy knew his place, and spoke out in restriction to his father. There he hung is head waiting for punishment. The for now innocent eyes staring down into his sheep pelt clothing. Which was the basic cotton of the age, the eyes staring at his naked feet while waiting for the strike of placement to be thrown. "Son, you may make art with the blood, and you may sculpt with the bodies of your enemies. But you can, and shall not. Make art with a brush, and berries." With this statement. The leader of the might army stepped from his seat and he himself began to feast. The old warrior whom was actually in his mid thirties walking to the feasting table that stretched wide for comfort and long for numbers. Einar was dressed in leather braces and ankle wraps, metallic plating on the chest and most of the legs and feet. Around the waist line there was a pelt of wolf hide, as-well as over his shoulders was a pelt. His clan lived by the wolf, and died fighting as them as-well. Some survivors of the now slain enemies have reported that during battle. A few members including Einar of the clan turned into wolf like beings, strong and resistant to anything that was attacking. The enemy just referred to these wolven beings as Lycans, due to the word being in the clans name. Which was Odin's Lycans. The word never held meaning until the clan apparently became monstrous wolf-men. Einar sat with his men, and gave a battle speech to harden his men further for the batlle of the morn. "My men, my warriors, and my blood pact family. We have fought side by side, as we have died side by side. Yet we have always beaten any force that stands within our path. I say unto you on this night of the blood moon. That we shall stand together again tomorrow and we shall slay all men, as wolves and as men!" With the last statement done, all at the table slammed their tankards down onto the table loudly, and began to drink the ale of the hour. Having a grand time, as-well as a grand feast to prepare for the fight in the morn. (May start chapter 2 after this, or add more later. Not sure atm)