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Keep Walking: A Tale of Truth
Ohaythar121
Hail friend, I am Silion Luthias, and I'm going to tell you a story. This particular story, happens to be one of great importance to me me, for it is the story of me, and my brothers. We've all been scarred, vruised, and crushed by the harshness of reality but, we've also all come together under odd circumstances, and have become traveling companions, and friends to the end. As I sit underground in my study, I look towards the future, for it's bright, and full of promise, and untold stories filled with adventure and hope. But, to look towards the future, you must keep the past in sight, so, to learn of our current adventures, you must know our pasts. :: There are 5 of us, Caden, Guraim, Gruol, Qwert, and I, Sillion. Each of us have tragedy in our past, but it has turned us into better people. First, we shall start with Qwert, one of two Dwarves in our party. :: Qwert was born in the Farlands, a place I've yet to see His mother died during childbirth, and his father died in a fire, trying to save Qwert. From there, he was raised by a wolf mother, and her cubs, so, he was illeterate when he came to us. From there, he moved onwards the Oren, and eventually was brought into our party via Caden, and here he resides still. :: Next, is Gruol, our Orc friend. Gruol was raised in the LOrcish fashion, but joined the Orcish Guard as a adult. But, during a routine sweep of the lands, the unit Gruol was placed in encountered a group of bandits looking for food amongst a group of homes. During the battle, most were slaughtered but, one of the humans in his teens started running. Gruol's captain ordered him to hunt the boy down, and kill him. But, Gruol refused. :: Gruol was reported to The Rex, and was discharged immediatley . GRuol was shamed by his people, family, and country. So, he set off into the wilds, looking redemption, and riches. However, I found him, befriended him, and he travels with us as the group powerhouse, and is still looking to return his honor everyday. :: Now, we move on to my dear friend, Caden. Caden was the second member to join our party, and is our swordman. But, his past is the most horrendous of all of ours, and it's time I document it for the world to know. Caden was raised in the Cathaldus Family, one of the most prestigous famlilies in Laurelin. He was taught sword fighting, archery, and perfect English to name a few of the many privelges he had in his childhood. :: But, when he was quite young, he family adopted a young Orc child, I'Shaak. Caden was raised with him, learning from I'Shaak brutish capabilities, Caden became a force to reckoned with on the battlefield. However, I'Shaak caught a illness in his teen years, and died. THis gave Caden a respect for orcs, adn a hole in his heart, that has been left unfilled for too long. Then, in his first years of adulthood, a hit was ordered upon his family. Caden was away, training with his blade, when his family was murdered in cold blood in their sleep. When Caden returned that night, exhausted from practice, he found his parents corpses strewn with blood and bile sliced open in places along their throats, chest, and stomach. But, to their dismay, a hred of clothing adorned the bedpost, plastered with blood. But, the true color still showed, purple tinged along the edges with green. It was the flag of a local mercenary company, and only their captain wore the colors. Sillion marched to the local fort his blade sharpened to a razor edge, and nothing but primal fury, and the lust for revenge swarming amongst his consicous. He trudged in, busting open the doors, and listened to the sounds of men rowdily drinking, laughing, and reveling in a well earned payment, most likley a very large one. Caden walked into the Main dininig hall, and stood, ready to charge. He ran his eye across the rows of fighters, and then steadied his gaze upon the only man standing, the captain, adorned with a flowing shirt, with a ripped sleeve. Caden drew in a breath, and screamed, "YOU TOOK MY FAMILIES LIVES, I REQUIRE YOUR IN PAYMENT! YOU PATHETIC BLEMISHES BARELY MAKE THE PAYMENT!" Caden then pulled out a bottle of spirits, plugged with a hankerchief. He dipped the flailing hankerchief end into a torch, and hurled it onto the table, fire and glass flew around, men instantly went up in flames, somefrom the initial explosion, some from the sparks touching their alcohol drenched garb. amonsgt the chaos, most fled, or perished, but, the captain stood eyelocked with Caden. The captain brandished a beautiful gilded axe, imbuded with diamonds. The pair began stalking towards one another, and the captain swung the massive chunk of metal towards Caden's throat, but he deftly sropped, and instantaneously drove his blade into the captains right /write stomach, ripped the blade left, and stepped back to let his guts splatter on the masonry. As his innards tasted air, he dropped to his knees and feebly tried to return his organs to their rightful place. He looked up to Caden, blood seeping through his teeth, and whispered, "Your father died in his sleep, but your mother was awoke by our footfalls. She looked up at us in her nightgown, eyes full of fear, and she screamed. She squealed like a swine. I imagine the sound would be like music to you, dagger-ear." Caden stared at him with pure fury, then raised his blade, and dropped it through the captains spinal cord. His head rolled across the floor. and landed amongst the pile of burnt bodies. Caden walked back to Laurelin, drenched in blood, dragging his blade, and staring into the distance, eyes blank. AS he entered, he prepared for a heros embrace, but was gripped by guards right away. They then began dragging him through town, preparing to throw him into prison for the murder of a entire company of mercenaries. As the men brought him through a cluster of homes for the richer members of town, a politician whos face was lightly covered, looked to be chuckling lightly. Caden was jailed but escaped after a small sentence. I found him in the wilds, crouching near a tree, holding a makeshift stabbing weapon. I coaxed him to me with a loaf of bread. Once I got him eating, he told me this story, and I vowed I would help him find the monster who hired the hit upon his family, and so he stays with us now.