Aselan
08-03-2006, 10:45 AM
Note that the following is nothing official. The playtest thing above my avatar doesn't mean I have something to do with DA fiction or fluff... I wrote that stuff in 2003 so it is already old. I won't have the time to write the rest of it. Maybe it inspires someone, in that case feel free to write the next chapter.
Fighting Brood
His fists punched through the air, hitting an imagined foe. Going through the whole program of the Kata. Just like he has done so many times before. It was the second day of the new year and the last month of his training. Soon he would be old enough to join the troops. Fighting for his faith was the only goal he had since his parents were slaughtered during an attack on a small settlement in the south. He has been a little kid back then when it happened. But even today with the age of 20 he remembered the demons that have killed his parents in every detail, just as if it had happened only minutes ago. He has been the only survivor of this massacre. Lying under the corpse of his parents the demons must have overseen him. 3 days he has been encaged under his parents dead bodies, almost unable to breath due to their weight and their smell in the drying sun. Then a Reaver has found him and took him to St. Johns camp. He grew up among the soldiers and so it came that he too wanted to become a soldier fighting for the justice of his faith! To revenge his parents!
Naturally he has been investigated upon the massacre, but no one believed the little child talking about demons bigger than any human with scull-swords growing directly out of their underarms. About hellhounds ripping settlers apart…
All these dark memories were still in his mind, but over the years and growing older he thought of them to be nightmares of a child scared to death, having seen his parents killed by savaging Rogues.
Sweat was running down his back and forehead. His mind caught by dark memories he didn’t even felt the strain of his training. Moving like in trance his speed increased and increased. His trainer watched him and was surprised by the great skill his disciple showed growing stronger with every week. One day he might become a great warrior, he thought. The talent was more than obvious.
Time for a break. “yoi!”, his trainer shouted and Saldaron was torn out of his memories of lost days…stopping his movement immediately returning to the beginning stance.
“It’s enough for today, now take a rest. Recover your strength, you’ll need it for the final test. There’s no use in wasting all your power now and when it is important…”
“I will succeed master!” Saldaron interrupted his trainer.
“I know you will!” He answered with a dark growling in his voice “But now it’s time to take a rest. Recovering is as important as the training itself.
Nodding with his head Saldaron left the training hall and went to his little room in the northern wing of the building. He already thought about the time after his final test. This test would decide which unit he would be joining. His combat skill was very well developed and the double mace has become a longer part of his arm. Only the death disk ejectors caused him a lot of problems, but he didn’t wanted to become a Coil anyway. The uniform of a Bane was what he desired!
With nightfall the rookie bell rang and it was time to go to bed. Today was one of the days when his memories crept in his mind and darkened his thoughts.
3 hours later he was sleeping peacefully in his bed, when the door slammed open!
Like the 5 other guys in his room he has been training all day, and so Saldaron opened his eyes only to the size of thin slots. The strong light the man carried hurt his eyes.
“Get up you scums!” the stranger shouted!
None of the boys really moved. A murmur went through the room.
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Fighting Brood
His fists punched through the air, hitting an imagined foe. Going through the whole program of the Kata. Just like he has done so many times before. It was the second day of the new year and the last month of his training. Soon he would be old enough to join the troops. Fighting for his faith was the only goal he had since his parents were slaughtered during an attack on a small settlement in the south. He has been a little kid back then when it happened. But even today with the age of 20 he remembered the demons that have killed his parents in every detail, just as if it had happened only minutes ago. He has been the only survivor of this massacre. Lying under the corpse of his parents the demons must have overseen him. 3 days he has been encaged under his parents dead bodies, almost unable to breath due to their weight and their smell in the drying sun. Then a Reaver has found him and took him to St. Johns camp. He grew up among the soldiers and so it came that he too wanted to become a soldier fighting for the justice of his faith! To revenge his parents!
Naturally he has been investigated upon the massacre, but no one believed the little child talking about demons bigger than any human with scull-swords growing directly out of their underarms. About hellhounds ripping settlers apart…
All these dark memories were still in his mind, but over the years and growing older he thought of them to be nightmares of a child scared to death, having seen his parents killed by savaging Rogues.
Sweat was running down his back and forehead. His mind caught by dark memories he didn’t even felt the strain of his training. Moving like in trance his speed increased and increased. His trainer watched him and was surprised by the great skill his disciple showed growing stronger with every week. One day he might become a great warrior, he thought. The talent was more than obvious.
Time for a break. “yoi!”, his trainer shouted and Saldaron was torn out of his memories of lost days…stopping his movement immediately returning to the beginning stance.
“It’s enough for today, now take a rest. Recover your strength, you’ll need it for the final test. There’s no use in wasting all your power now and when it is important…”
“I will succeed master!” Saldaron interrupted his trainer.
“I know you will!” He answered with a dark growling in his voice “But now it’s time to take a rest. Recovering is as important as the training itself.
Nodding with his head Saldaron left the training hall and went to his little room in the northern wing of the building. He already thought about the time after his final test. This test would decide which unit he would be joining. His combat skill was very well developed and the double mace has become a longer part of his arm. Only the death disk ejectors caused him a lot of problems, but he didn’t wanted to become a Coil anyway. The uniform of a Bane was what he desired!
With nightfall the rookie bell rang and it was time to go to bed. Today was one of the days when his memories crept in his mind and darkened his thoughts.
3 hours later he was sleeping peacefully in his bed, when the door slammed open!
Like the 5 other guys in his room he has been training all day, and so Saldaron opened his eyes only to the size of thin slots. The strong light the man carried hurt his eyes.
“Get up you scums!” the stranger shouted!
None of the boys really moved. A murmur went through the room.
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