Kandor [Archive] - Guardsmen Militia

Heldrim

13-04-2010, 05:05 AM

Kandor
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I was raised in the northern parts of Minoc.
My father worked as a carpenter, I spent most of my time with him, even though I didn't really find much interest in what he was doing.
During my time growing up, I didn't meet a lot of other people, we lived in what people today might call 'a shithole'.
Not that we didn't have anything to do, we did. Daily activities included things such as; Cutting down trees and protecting fathers' workshop from every living thing I wasn't familiar with.
Father used to tell me stories about the trees, not your normal trees, but rather the conscious; living kind.
Apparently, these trees had given my father 'a gift', or so he called it.
Still, I am not sure what gift he was talking about, perhaps the gift of carelessness.
The mother I had, I say the mother, I didn't come from her. She had nothing to do with me.
She tended to the 'shithole', she cooked our food, she did what she could to keep both me and my father in a somewhat healthy shape.
Father was very disrespective towrads her, he used to tell me that "No matter what, this bitch will keep us both well and safe".
But, not only did he use to tell me that, he also told her the very same thing.
Mother didn't seem to pay much attention to his behaviour, though.
In fact, when I think about it, I don't think I ever heard mother speak.

Vesper, that's a place I know. Father used to sell his goods there, he was of the opinion that vesperians are the best at making themselves poor.
On my twentieth birthday, father took both me and mother with him on one of his trading missions with the republic of Vesper.
He loaded his llama with furniture and coin.
About halfway there, father stopped and told me that there was something I had to see.
I still wonder why he had to do it there and then. He pulled up an acorn from inside his boot and showed it to me.
It lied there is his palm, the shiny surface almost blending me with the reflection of sunlight.
He asked for my hand, I put it out and he dropped the acorn in my palm.
"No matter what, she will keep you well and safe", he said, eyeing the acorn.
Mother, who was holding on to the llama, turned to me with a look on her face that I'd never before seen on another human being.
I don't know what she heard that I didn't, but it made me feel uncomfortable just looking at her.
That's when father separated mothers head and body.
With his hatchet, sharp as ever.
In one violent blow, it was over for her.
He turned to me with his eyes closed.
He stood there for what felt like a very long time, quiet, still.
With hoots, the like of a crying owl, he slowly opened his eyes.
I didn't think, at all. I haven't seen my father since.

Still not fully capable of thinking clearly, I grabbed the seemingly untouched llama and continued to Vesper.
I recieved a warm greeting from two men apparently in the trading business, however they didn't seem to recognize anything I had with me.
I found it strange since fathers furniture tend to be very distinguishable from the rest.
They showed great interest in fathers' wares and asked what I wanted for it.
I told them I'd be happy to give them the llama and everything in its pack if they could, and would, provide me with someplace to be.
That was it. They gave me a new life, a place to be in Vesper.
They didn't seem at all disturbed by the fact that I would so easily let go of everything I had with me.
I was not sure what they were expecting from me. Sure, I could make a fine stool but that was about it.
"Do what you can", they said.
So I did, I spent most of my time cutting down trees in the woods west of Vesper.
Helping father around his workshop proved useful.
There was one thing that made work almost unbearable for me, however. I couldn't get rid of the constant paranoia, that something was going to come at me.
Living under constant threat left its footprints it seemed. I also could not avoid the thought that my father is still out in the woods, alive.
The feeling was strange. I was paranoid, but not afraid.
Perhaps it was the acorn in my boot that prevented me from going insane.

If that was the case, then it was about to change.
Keeping an acorn inside one's boot proved to bring not only safety but also hurting feet.
I decided to plant the acorn, far away. I had never been to Yew, but from what I've heard about it; the forests of Yew seemed like the perfect place to plant her.
A member of the army most certainly overheard me talking to another citizen about my plans.
But I am sure that he twisted his memory into his own little tale, because people acted suspicious of me, for no good reason.
The end of it came when the man with whom I resided, decided that I was no longer welcome in his house.
It was time for me to leave.

Yew has allowed me to start over, I'm happy and 'mother' is growing.