- Week 4 Challenge: Learning is Fun | Tastes Like Battle Chicken - [...] How Killington Came to Be (WASD Way) – I’m a sucker for a good story, and this is good ...
This is the story I wrote for the original Killington it Tera. I rerolled Killington the other day and am in the process of writing a new story for him. I’m going to be adding the new story to my blog in sections as I get them written, but for now I wanted to share old Killington’s story with you all!
A group of Castanics were gathered around a rickety old table, each of them holding playing cards in one hand and a flagon of mead in the other.
“So… tell us how you got the name Killington…” a rather sickly looking Castanic mumbled, his voice heavily slurred from having just the right amount to drink. The largest of the Castanics glanced over at the sword leaning against the window. A beam of neon light from one of Castanica’s many nightclubs gave it an ominous glow.
“The story is an old one my friends…” the Castanic smirked proudly, “Back when I was around five years of age my mother decided it was time for me to take up a weapon and learn to fight. She gave me a bow and a small quiver of arrows, and told my father that we were to leave our home and that neither of us could return until I had become a skilled archer.”
He tossed two of his cards to the center of the table and replaced them with new cards from the top of the deck. “I trained for months and months, doing my best to become decently skilled with my given weapon. Even though I put all of my effort into learning the skill, I was never very good at it and despised the very thought of fighting in that manner. I longed for the chance to take up a blade and bring the fight to the enemy – I wanted to get in my enemy’s face and fight close quartered.”
“Little did I know that I would soon get my chance”, Killington said as he finished off his mead, “One day while my father and I were training, a group of bandits wandered into our camp. They demanded that we hand over all of our belongings or suffer horrible deaths. My father refused them so they charged at us. Before my father could even let one arrow fly, one of the bandits flung his sword and the blade went straight through my father’s chest. My vision blurred and my body filled with rage as my father’s corpse fell limply to the ground. I pulled the large sword from his chest and charged at the bandits, swinging the sword wildly. It seemed as if time had stopped for a brief moment and by the time I realized what I was doing, each of the bandits were laying on the ground – their heads severed cleanly from their shoulders.”
“After that incident I returned to my mother, dragging the heads of the bandits along with me. When I told her what happened and showed her the heads, she told me that she was very proud of what I had become through my training. I must admit, she actually looked happier at that moment than I had ever seen her before! She told me that even though her initial choice of weapon had been wrong, she knew that I would become a deadly fighter. She also told me of the new weapon I possessed, and how the mighty slayers wielded them to destroy their enemies. On that day she also changed my name to Killington, believing that it would one day strike fear into the hearts of my foes.”
Killington slowly laid his cards out on the table and laughed. “I believe I have just won the game!”
What do you think about the original Killington in Tera? Would you guys be interested in more stories based on (the new) Killington?