[color=0054a6]"They can't stop us let 'em try! For heavy metal we would die!"[/color]

This chant could be heard from a sole person, wandering around the festival. This man was getting nasty looks by many at the festival and he gave them similar looks right back. The people here had heard of him, heard of his tribe, heard of the 'disgrace' they had brought upon themselves in the foolish venture of gaining power. This man was named Axle Drake, the greatest warrior of the tribe called the Lost Hope. He could hear the names they called him. They called him thinks like Tear Drinker, monster, evil creature. He shrugged it off. He just continued singing.

[color=0054a6]"They said hold your head up high! Throw your fists up in the air! Play metal, louder than hell! Louder than hell!"[/color]

There was a reason his tribe wasn't near him right now. No one could accept what they had become. Axle wasn't actually a Tear Drinker, for the most part, so he retained his humanity. The rest of his tribe wasn't so lucky. He came here in hopes of redeeming their past mistakes and atone for the deeds of his tribe.