Lost Wolf
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Thrunk: Delusions of grandeur
Thrunk Sarash was born in the small city of Shale in southern Bordega. Thrunk was raised by his mother and never knew his father, his mother assures him that he was a good man and died nobly. As soon as Thrunk could walk he'd hit things, mainly other babies and kids and take their toys, food, or whatever it was that he wanted. By the time Thrunk was 6 he was a full blown terror and would get into fights on a near daily basis. By 7 the local guards had to throw him into a cell for a few months for violence.
Thrunks mother was a good woman, but sadly for her she lacked a single disciplinary bone in her body and no way of controlling, let alone curving Thrunks mean streak. This was a great source of depression and frustration for her, who now at the age of 28, was starting to gray and had thinning hair. It didn't help that Thrunk wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, even simple things like cause and effect were hard for him to grasp.
One day while Thrunk and his mother were walking through the market a soldier clad in full plate atop a warhorse came riding through the market, on urgent business of some kind as he bolted through the crowed (them parting quickly for fear of being trampled.)
Thrunk was awestruck by the sight, the majesty and force of being that the soldier possesed, not to mention damn impressive gear to someone as simple and unlearned as Thrunk was nearly incomprehensible.
For the rest of the day Thrunk was in deep (shallow) contemplation about what he had seen, in fact for the next few days he didn't start a single fight. His mother was in sheer ecstasy at the sight of her son not being a jackass. After about a week the effect had started to wear off and Thrunk started back into his old terrible self. Thrunk's mother, as she was tucking him to sleep, decided to take a bold move and told him of the Crystal Knights, or at least, what she knew of them.
Over the next few years Thrunk's mother told him something more of them every night, thoughts of being a crystal knight filled his head. Fighting dragons, being held up as a paragon of a law, good, order, and justice were all he could think about. Riding around on a horse having gifts and praise showered down on you.
Here is where I, your humble narrator, must confess to you that his mother knew absolutely nothing about crystal knights aside from they used crystals, were from Vendega, and were in fact knights. For the first 2 years of her weaving stories, she in fact didn't know that half breeds were slaves in Vendega.
Regardless, Thrunk pulled a complete 180 and set his simple little little mind to nothing but good and law for the remainder of puberty. At 14 he even joined the local guard showing exceptional enthusiasm and expertise in combat. Regardless of anyone's personal views on half breeds, guards, authority, or even the really really stupid, the entire town became very fond of Thrunk. For a time, things were good.
Thrunk slowly learned a bit more about crystal knights on his own, and about vendega in general. He was slow, and his abnormally large bias to the subject painted a very different picture. In fact at one point he came across a piece of knowledge stating that free half breeds are lynched. He assumed the word 'lynched' to be a good thing, such as party or perhaps it was a craft of sort, like blacksmith. Nobody who knew had the hear to flat out tell him. He did decide that 'Thrunk' wasn't a very good crystal knight name and decided to change it to Eric.
One fateful day Eric was doing patrols and heard some screams from a nearby ally. He pulled out his sword and shield and charged towards it singing (in his head) his crystal knight song which he could never remember the original words to so he just made them up as he went. It was a horrible off key song with no rhythm, melody, or semblance of intelligence, oh how he loved that song.
In the alley there were 2 off duty guards he knew beating a poor helpless woman, and who knows what else would have ensued shortly had Eric not arrived. Well to be honest, we all know but shall not say. Anyways, dumbfounded they started at him for a second before one got the idea and shouted, "Thief! This woman stole our money and has a knife! She tried to kill me." The woman just layed there confused and bloodied, unable to move. Eric stood uncertain, but not wanting to believe what his eyes were shouting at him.
"Run along Eric, we can take it from here." The second 'guard' said. Still Eric did not move.
Slight more irritated now the first one said, "Get moving Eric!"
Before he could digest anything he started walking off, his legs carrying him on orders. After 30 minutes of walking while staring at his feet the sight had so greatly disturbed him that for the first time in 4 years he took the night off, didn't even bother reporting to his superior and just went home. He needed a hug from his mother, and maybe another crystal knight story, then maybe some warm milk.
Earlier that day Eric's mother had gotten a compliment and what a joy Eric was and that he'll make a wonderful crystal knight some day. The person who gave this comment was also very simple and probably couldn't point out Vendega on a map.
It made Eric's mother cringe as she knew it would not ever happen given their stance on half breeds. All day she mulled over and mustered up the courage, it would hurt him, but he deserved to know she thought to herself. She was going to tell him half orcs are slaves in Vendega and he couldn't be a crystal knight. She would stay up and tell him when he got off duty.
When Eric arrived home his mother was waiting, she was very surprised to see him home so early.
"Eric, orks can't be crystal knights." She blurted out, half surprised at herself. Eric stood there even more confused and dumbfounded.
Finally after what seemed like an entire minute of silence Eric said, "That ok, I not ork, I half ork."
"Honey, Listen, I know this is hard to hear but you can't be a crystal knight." Eric stood in silence more, doing more thinking than he'd probably done in the rest of his life combined, standing right in that one spot, motionless staring at his big dumb half ork feet. "Honey, are you ok?"
"I not ok! I not ork! I be crystal knight!" He shouted and ran out of the house, and continued running as far as his legs could carry him. He ran blubbering clad in armor through the dark streets until he lost all concept of where he was and just layed down and cried into the sands until he fell asleep.
The next day all the events prior had melded and meshed and he knew that one thing was true, he couldn't be a crystal knight, not as a guard here. He had to go to a bigger city, for bigger adventure, and bigger hero stuff.
While his mother was out he took out enough money for some basic travel supplies and a ride to Rak Stallak, and left the rest for his mother. He wrote a her a note goodbye. It was a very crude note and poorly written, nearly illegible in fact. It pretty much stated he was leaving to be a crystal knight, and that it's ok that orks can't be crystal knight because he not an ork, he half human.
That was that, he got onto the caravan and left without saying bye to anyone else. He even forgot to give his mother the letter and left it in his pocket. It got lost when he changed because he forgot he had it.
Eric is dumb.
Last edited by Lost Wolf, 11/30/2008, 5:04 pm
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