Legacy (Not a RP!)

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  1. mad ruskkie

    mad ruskkie New Member

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    This isn't a RP, but rather a fanfic story for Arcanum that I originally posted on the offical broads which unfortuntately hardly see a soul most days.

    But feel free to post comments and feedback, least I can actually improve my writing!

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    Legacy

    A few years back some of you may recall hearing news of Arcanum's first airship, the IFS Zephyr, being shot down on its first and only journey. Though I doubt that many know of the more stuble events that spread across our fair land like a tide of change, for the better...or as it turned out... the worse.

    Cumbria lies in ruins, with the port town of Black Root being a mere ghost of its former self. The Kingdom of Arland (more commonly known by the name of its capital, Caladon) long drawn out war with the Unified Kingdom headed by Tarant, because of the murder of King Farad arranged by circle of Tarantian society. Besides the war and the scandal Tarant has her own problems with the rampant rise of crime across the city and the ever growing Orcish civil unrest!

    Yet we must consider ourself lucky that we were spared an even greater threat, namely the end of all life in Arcanum as we know it. I speak of the legend of the so-called 'Living One', a subject which I shall that linger on for the story as been told countless times. I along with a few chosen have met this person, a lower class Half Elf bandit by the name of Lothwyn.

    As I understand it, her mother was Human living in a small village that unfortunately drew the attentions of a Dark Elf raiding party. I shall not go into deals, but what happened is what is often expected by barbarians on the warpath. Needless to say that when Lothwyn was eventually born, both her and her mother were shunned by the rest of the village. The villagers considered the young Half Elf to be a curse, or a blight if you prefer. As a result, unsuprisingly, the other children picked on her terribly, often beating her whilst the adults stood by and did nothing.

    At the age of 14 a man tried forcing himself on her mother, Lothwyn ended up killing the man and ran away with the man's pistol. She eventually became a feared bandit along the western tradeway routes, until one day she boarded the ill fated Zephyr in an attempt to evade capture by the Arland authorities. Thus setting in motion a series of events that have left their mark on the face of our once fair lands, and had altered the world itself.

    Despite her actions concerning the the town of Stillwater and the elven capital, she evetually redeemed herself and defeated the supposed Evil One, Kerghan.

    Or so it seemed at the time, for as it turned out he still had a trick up his sleeve...
     
  2. mad ruskkie

    mad ruskkie New Member

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    I remember the day quite clearly when I first encountered her.

    It was late winter and Tarant laid frozen beneath a thick layer of snow, it was the worst winter that we've had for some time. The trains barely ran due to the south drifts that blocked most of the trade routes, whilst a number of streets in the poorer districts were also reportedly sealed off by great banks of snow. A few even say that the great factories of the city were for a time silent. Had I not some errends to run I doubt that I would have even stepped outside for the best part of a month!

    Cursing as I went I made good progress up Kensington Broadway and fortuntately I only had a couple of orders to place with the shopkeepers and a telegram to be dispatched. After they were done and I had made a quick dash home I could had looked forwards to a nice roaring fire and didn't have to worry about stepping outside for a few more days. It was nearing to Winterfest time and I actually glad that I hadn't recieved any invites, so I could sit back for a while and enjoy it while it lasted.

    Funny how fate works.

    In my hurry home to get back into the warmth I amitt that I was rather careless and slipped on a patch of ice that I had not forseen. For my troubles I was awarded the indiginty of landing on my backside in full view of Tarant's upper society which, given the weather and all, thankfully few. I also found myself to be in the mouth of some alleyway, a place that I usually avoided at all cost given the nature of Tarant's backstreet society.

    But whilst I got back up onto my feet a heard a faint mumble, glancing round I spotted what at first appeared to be a large sack. Though as I stared the 'sack' shivered and I quickly realized that it was probably some of the many disposed , or 'beggers' if you will, that iked out their existance in the numberous rookeries and garbage piles throughout the city. Thinking nothing of the poor blighter I turned to leave but I stopped in my tracks when a female voice called out. "Wait!"

    Turning round I saw that the figure was standing up with a worn blanket rapped round her serving almost as a makeshift robe. We both stared at each other for a moment and I saw the pointed ears for which marked her as having Elven heritage, though the features of her face proved that she had human blood as well. As I also noted she had pale skin, though at the time I thought it was due to the cold, and long, unkempt, dark hair. But most striking of all was the grey eyes that she had, though I saw that they briefly flashed.

    She suddenly collapsed and I was brought out of my trance like state.

    There was something about her which I couldn't quite put my finger and mostly out of couriousity, and partly pity, I lifted her up best I could. She seemed to be unusually light, though I put that down to lack of food, as I carried her out on the street where I hailed a carriage.

    Had I known what laid ahead I probably would have left her there, but something compelled me to take her with me.
     
  3. rroyo

    rroyo Active Member

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    You're off to a good start. Please, continue!
     
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