streak101
06-16-08, 02:12 PM
Takes place after the Conquest Trials and The Hustle and Crystalline Plantation missions. CLOSED to me, myself, and I.
"It is a shame when so much is out of your control. You couldn’t save your mother from your father and now you can’t even save yourself from that which Sine Nomine will bring upon the world. Maybe it would be in your best interest to end it all right here.” The man's words echoed in his mind to this day, Banda shook his head vigorously to push the memory away. It had been four months since the Conquest Trials; a tournament in which he had represented the House of Sora in. He had been fool hardy, over confident and in turn became a pushover for the opponent. His partner had not shown up and so he was forced to take on two very skilled opponents. One was a creature, some sort of shape shifter and the other was a mere boy with powerful allies who seemed to create them from thin air. Although he held his own in the fight he knew he had lost. His opponents were greater skilled than him. They had proven to the ones deciding the outcome that they were better. Banda was ashamed, he hasn't shown his face around the House of Sora since then.
Banda banged his head on the table and swore in whispers. The tavern he was sitting in had been a must-see everytime he traveled to Scara Brae. The barkeep recognized Banda already, and always had the table in reserve for him because of the money he spent in the tavern day after day as of late. The people inside were laughing and gossiping about many things, none interested Banda. He sat in the corner of the tavern in an attempt to be left alone.
His clothes were soaked in water from the rain outside, the claymore that was nestled in its sheath was rusting rather badly he was afraid to brandish it only to find that it was broken. His hair was dripping water and stuck to his face making him cold and clammy. The bandana he usually wore to keep it dry had been useless in the rain outside, Banda tied it to his forearm. His calm brown eyes which before showed ambition and happiness were now a symbol of sorrow and hopelessness. He noticed the necklace around his neck and recalled when he had found it.
The Grander's Order was a promising organization with great plans. Banda remembered the initiation mission for the GO like it was yesterday. Four new recruits were given the task of obtaining a caretaker for the GO's stables. They were given no assistance at all from the ranking officers of the organization, only where to find the target. Banda remembered defeating powerful soldiers in their final movement out and taking one of their horses for himself. It was in the saddlebag of the horse that he found this necklace. He had dealt with those men easily...back when he was still new to the whole mercenary life-style. Everything seemed so simple back then.
He reached into his pocket and took out the dragon figurine he had collected in Dheathain. He looked at it strangely, as though he couldn't comprehend something about it. "How did I even survive that adventure?" He asked himself. The trip through Luthmor was deadly enough with the creatures that inhabited the dense rain forest, not to mention they were racing against an insane magician, a demon, and a mind controlled Minotaur. He and the half-dragon breed Amaril Torrun were saved only by their mage friend Demetri and the newly freed Minotaur from the magician’s grasp. He had pulled the figurine from the cave wall just before entering Saffron’s Lair and finding the corpse of the mighty dragon himself.
Yes, I recall that moment, you shed quite a few tears over my body. The dragon’s spirit spoke now, nestled in Banda’s mind. He had a vague memory of how Saffron’s spirit entered his mind, but both him and the dragon had a few theories. The one that seemed to make the most sense was the Pool of Saffron. It was only a few days after coming in contact with the magical waters that Saffron entered Banda’s mind. It was a good theory; Saffron did enter his entire being into his beloved treasure to guard it even after death. The magical properties of the Pool of Saffron spilled over Banda, and caused the strange ethereal connection between man and dragon. Banda regards Saffron as a good friend, a strange familiarity between the two has formed over the months.
“But that’s all in the past.” Banda sighed. He was in a slump lately. “Maybe I need to do some soul-searching.” He felt like an old man.
“Excuse me…” Banda turned around. Speaking of which… He thought. An elderly man had been poking his back to grab his attention. He was in his early fifties already and it showed. Wrinkles lined his face and made him look a great deal older than he actually was. He wore typical clothing, and lifted himself up with a cane. He smiled and a pair of dimples showed. Banda raised an eyebrow at the old man. “Are you Banda Utako?”
"It is a shame when so much is out of your control. You couldn’t save your mother from your father and now you can’t even save yourself from that which Sine Nomine will bring upon the world. Maybe it would be in your best interest to end it all right here.” The man's words echoed in his mind to this day, Banda shook his head vigorously to push the memory away. It had been four months since the Conquest Trials; a tournament in which he had represented the House of Sora in. He had been fool hardy, over confident and in turn became a pushover for the opponent. His partner had not shown up and so he was forced to take on two very skilled opponents. One was a creature, some sort of shape shifter and the other was a mere boy with powerful allies who seemed to create them from thin air. Although he held his own in the fight he knew he had lost. His opponents were greater skilled than him. They had proven to the ones deciding the outcome that they were better. Banda was ashamed, he hasn't shown his face around the House of Sora since then.
Banda banged his head on the table and swore in whispers. The tavern he was sitting in had been a must-see everytime he traveled to Scara Brae. The barkeep recognized Banda already, and always had the table in reserve for him because of the money he spent in the tavern day after day as of late. The people inside were laughing and gossiping about many things, none interested Banda. He sat in the corner of the tavern in an attempt to be left alone.
His clothes were soaked in water from the rain outside, the claymore that was nestled in its sheath was rusting rather badly he was afraid to brandish it only to find that it was broken. His hair was dripping water and stuck to his face making him cold and clammy. The bandana he usually wore to keep it dry had been useless in the rain outside, Banda tied it to his forearm. His calm brown eyes which before showed ambition and happiness were now a symbol of sorrow and hopelessness. He noticed the necklace around his neck and recalled when he had found it.
The Grander's Order was a promising organization with great plans. Banda remembered the initiation mission for the GO like it was yesterday. Four new recruits were given the task of obtaining a caretaker for the GO's stables. They were given no assistance at all from the ranking officers of the organization, only where to find the target. Banda remembered defeating powerful soldiers in their final movement out and taking one of their horses for himself. It was in the saddlebag of the horse that he found this necklace. He had dealt with those men easily...back when he was still new to the whole mercenary life-style. Everything seemed so simple back then.
He reached into his pocket and took out the dragon figurine he had collected in Dheathain. He looked at it strangely, as though he couldn't comprehend something about it. "How did I even survive that adventure?" He asked himself. The trip through Luthmor was deadly enough with the creatures that inhabited the dense rain forest, not to mention they were racing against an insane magician, a demon, and a mind controlled Minotaur. He and the half-dragon breed Amaril Torrun were saved only by their mage friend Demetri and the newly freed Minotaur from the magician’s grasp. He had pulled the figurine from the cave wall just before entering Saffron’s Lair and finding the corpse of the mighty dragon himself.
Yes, I recall that moment, you shed quite a few tears over my body. The dragon’s spirit spoke now, nestled in Banda’s mind. He had a vague memory of how Saffron’s spirit entered his mind, but both him and the dragon had a few theories. The one that seemed to make the most sense was the Pool of Saffron. It was only a few days after coming in contact with the magical waters that Saffron entered Banda’s mind. It was a good theory; Saffron did enter his entire being into his beloved treasure to guard it even after death. The magical properties of the Pool of Saffron spilled over Banda, and caused the strange ethereal connection between man and dragon. Banda regards Saffron as a good friend, a strange familiarity between the two has formed over the months.
“But that’s all in the past.” Banda sighed. He was in a slump lately. “Maybe I need to do some soul-searching.” He felt like an old man.
“Excuse me…” Banda turned around. Speaking of which… He thought. An elderly man had been poking his back to grab his attention. He was in his early fifties already and it showed. Wrinkles lined his face and made him look a great deal older than he actually was. He wore typical clothing, and lifted himself up with a cane. He smiled and a pair of dimples showed. Banda raised an eyebrow at the old man. “Are you Banda Utako?”