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Post by Bey Kahn on Jun 12, 2021 19:38:18 GMT -8
For as long as I can remember we were at war."WAR!" An axe descends, cleaving through meat and bone. A Gamorrean boar, wide of shoulder and thick of tusk, rises from a fresh kill and leers at the battle enfolding before him. His clan battled a neighboring domain, as they had time and time before. Gamorrean tribesmen hacked into one another, fighting to bloody conclusion for different flags all in the name of clan supremacy. The battle favored the Warlord on the hill.These battles shaped future Warlords; into what exactly, who could say? But they were a necessary thing, that much he was certain. It was the reason he brought his son along. Greer Khan looked down at the young porkling at his side. Bey Kahn was eight summers old now, strong like his father and intelligent like his mother, and curious in a way that was all his own.Greer Kahn kneeled before his son, grasping the young boar by either shoulder and gripping him tightly. "Remember this feeling, my son". He said."What feeling, father?" He replied."Remember how victory feels, son. Remember how much your bones hurt and your body bled. Remember the relief you felt that you were alive and that your enemy was dead. Remember how sweet the ale will taste tonight. Remember everything that happened here today". Greer Kahn threw his arms out wide. "Remember the pride this victory has brought our clan!"This is how it had been for centuries. Until the day the metal man fell from the stars and changed everything.
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jun 13, 2021 6:45:10 GMT -8
After the battle Greer Khan departed to consult with his most senior boars, leaving Bey Khan to witness the aftermath of the skirmish. The surviving side was Clan Murtog, his clan of birth and conquest. Bloodied warriors stripped the dead of weapons, clothes, and talismans. Anything they could use was taken, while the bodies themselves were left to rot in the sun as a warning to any other clans that might encroach on Clan Murtog territory. The young Gamorrean walked amongst the dead, pondering the meaning of it all. In a few years this would be his life as well. He would be expected to fight for his clan, to kill their enemies and burn their encampments. This form of tribal warfare had been the norm for his people back before the first settlers had ever arrived on Pzob, a tradition carried over from the world of their species origin. When the looting was done, the remainder of Clan Murtog moved on, heading back into the deep forest as they made the trek back to their home village. High pitched snorting and squealing could be heard as the young boars that had come along with the war party play-fought with one another using wooden clubs and sticks. The battle had excited the younger generation, filling their minds with visions of their own future conquests. Bey, who was already a head taller than most boars his age, laughed as he flattened one of the other children with his club, enjoying the play-time while they had it. When they returned to the village there would be work to do. Bey could already picture the list of chores that awaited him. He continued down the path towards home, following the secret markings left by his clan. It was on the way to the village that the first of many signs of change to come appeared. SSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A loud screech filled the air, causing the returning clansmen to look to the sky. A fireball descended rapidly from the heavens, streaking overhead until it disappeared from sight. A moment later they heard it strike the forest floor, not far to the east of their village.Boom!
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jun 13, 2021 15:26:23 GMT -8
He had tried to be the first one there, running as fast as his eight year old legs would carry him through the dense forest. Bey swatted aside branches and leapt over tree roots, ducking under low hanging fauna and diving into rolls as the terrain veered downhill. After several minutes of this mad dash, he emerged into a smoking clearing, raising a hand to shield his eyes from the green glare of the sun. As his eyes adjusted, the first thing he noticed was that he had not been first to arrive.
Standing a good 30 feet ahead and sneering from one fat pierced cheek to another, was Bey's father, Greer Khan. Of course he had been first. No self-respecting warlord of any clan would fail to miss an opportunity like this. After all, this was hardly the first object to fall from the sky. It happened once every couple of generations. If it was to be believed, the original settlers of Pzob had arrived from the sky, originating on some other far off heavenly body. Bey snorted. Yeah right, what a load of dung. That aside, the warlord's staff of office had come from one such fallen object as what was before them.
As though sensing his son's very thoughts, Greer Khan raised the staff of office he and his predecessors referred to as the "Pale Spear". In actuality it was a vibro-lance, one whose power-cells had run dry a long time ago. Its edges and pointed tip were still sharp though, and the tusks of former clan warlords that dangled from hide strips tied to its haft attested for its deadly nature.
What would they find this time? He wondered.
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jun 13, 2021 18:06:01 GMT -8
All around the clearing Gamorrean boars began to appear, peaking out from the dense surrounding forest, gripping spears and axes and stone mallets. Before them stood a flaming wreck, what once might have been a freighter class ship of some make, now a pile of twisted durasteel and flame. Bey Kahn walked cautiously towards his father, who by this point in time was flanked by several of his elite warriors. Greer Kahn looked down at his son, motioning with his vibro-lance from the boy to the burning ship.
"A fine prize." He grunted. "Good that we dealt with the neighboring clan earlier today. Now we need not share it."
Bey's gaze drifted from his father back to the ship. He took a nervous step towards it, feeling the heat of the flame that still engulfed the craft.
"What is..." Bey started then paused, startled as something within the blaze began to stir.
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jun 15, 2021 5:31:01 GMT -8
The ramp to the burning ship dropped, slamming into the ground with thud that woke the rest of the forest. By now the remainder of clan boars had arrived, mustering their courage as they surrounded the ship and moved in on it. Acrid chemical smoke poured out of the ship's innards, gushing from the new opening and making the Gamorreans snouts sting. There was a blur of movement, something hard to identify surged out of the ship through the ramp opening. The blur crashed to the ground, wreathed in flame, rolling about in the dirt.
Not one of the clansmen moved a muscle, every eye fixated on the strange sight before them. They didn't know if what they saw was a threat, or even real for that matter, so strange was the burning thing.
As the flames were starved out and burning fabric was patted cool, the blur took shape. It was some form of bipedal creature, covered from head to toe in shiny metal armour. None could make out the creature's face for it was hidden behind a helmet of the same material, with a T shaped visor pressed into the center. There were other strange objects holstered, strapped, and clipped all across its armour. Bey couldn't say for certain, but he felt with some degree of confidence that those objects had to be some sort of foreign weapons. It stood as tall as his father, yet much slighter in girth. That didn't deceive anyone though, for it was clear for all to see the menace contained in its form, bespeaking a threatening nature.
Greer Khan had seen enough. He motioned with the Pale Spear to two of his nearest warriors. "Bring me its head". He snorted, hacking a thick wad of phlegm onto the ground.
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jun 17, 2021 9:03:34 GMT -8
At the warlord's command, the two fearsome boars closed on the burnt metal creature. They approached it from either side, both wielding viscous stone axes, roaring as they engaged. In a blink it was over, faster than practically any of the war party could see.THWAPP!! THWAPP!! Both boars paused, smoke pouring from holes in their thick green foreheads. Then one after the other they fell, crumpling to the ground, already dead on their feet. A startled cry broke the silence. What magic was this? The metal creature seemed to be able to release bolts of fire from some angular tube device in his hand. Of course, none of the clansmen had ever seen a blaster before, so as far as they were concerned...magic. Bey realized the cry had come from himself, clamping a hand over his snout to prevent bringing further shame to his family. He looked from the fresh corpses to the metal monster, then back to his father, who even now stared down the beast without fear.Greer Khan took his vibro-lance in both hands and leveled the bladed end towards the burnt metal figure."Got some tricks, do you?" He snarled in Gamorrese. "They won't save you from me."He advanced on the monster.
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jun 18, 2021 5:27:32 GMT -8
As with the two boars who were first to attack him, the metal figure fired two blaster bolts at Greer Khan, targeting the warlord's forehead and throat. Unlike with the initial attackers, these bolts did not strike their intended target. The Pale Spear moved, barely noticeable to Bey's young eyes, so fast was the vibro-lance in the hands of its owner. The old boar caught each bolt on the haft of his weapon, deflecting either shot off to the side. As he did this he advanced, hard muscular legs pushing off the ground with enough force to throw him into a forwards charge, closing the distance between Greer Khan and the metal warrior in seconds.
Got you now, he thought. The Pale Spear swept from side to side, severing the blaster mussel in a shower of sparks with one blow, then striking his enemy on the side of his torso. Instead of more sparks or a gush of blood, the vibro-lance met an unmovable force. The blade struck the burnt figure's armour and simply stopped, sending hard vibrations up the length of the lance and into Greer Khan's arms. The figure's arm also came down and clamped the warlord's weapon against his side.
"Shi..." Groaned Greer in Gamorrese. Shitake? That's probably what he was going to say.
The metal man then dropped his useless blaster and hammered the warlord in the snout with one heavy gauntlet, spraying blood and snot in all directions.
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jun 19, 2021 4:34:37 GMT -8
Bey's eyes went wide with shock.
Throughout his childhood he had witnessed his father fight in many duels. Frankly it was expected of the clan boars to challenge their warlord from time to time. They grew stronger through conflict after all. It was their way. Yet in all that time he had rarely seen his father take so much as a scratch. The Pale Spear had seemed to make him invincible, as though it channeled the skill and strength of all the former warlords who had held it.
Yet there he was... ...lying bloody in the dirt.
Greer Kahn coughed, spitting up blood and phlegm. The enemy's blow had surprised him, but he was far from out of this fight. He rolled off his back, narrowly avoiding a blast of flame that seemed to emerge from the metal man's gauntlet. He rolled into a crouch and pushed himself back to his feet, back pedaling as the spout of flame seemed to chase after him. As fast as the flames appeared, they were gone, his foe's fuel supply all used up. The warlord looked around for his vibro-lance, recalling his enemy had dropped it after clocking him in the snout.
The metal man didn't give him the time to find it; however, unleashing a series of hard strikes on the Gamorrean's torso.
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jun 20, 2021 10:31:46 GMT -8
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Over an over again, the metal man peppered the warlord with hard blows from his armored gauntlets. Greer Kahn was no slouch, mind you, having brought his hands up to protect his body. Despite taking each strike on the meat of his arms, it was still like getting struck by a seismic hammer, forcing him to give ground as his limbs were going numb.If he didn't do something soon this fight would be over.Snarling, the old boar took one more strike on the arms, then lunged at his foe. His head came forwards, driven into the metal man's helmet with a meaty smack. A resounding thud echoed through the clearing. For a brief moment the tactic appeared to work. The burnt metal figure staggered back and placed a hand on his helmet, slowing the vibrations that shook it. There was a crack in the T-visor, diagonal from the warrior's left to right.I've got you now, he thought. Seizing on the moment, Greer Kahn speared his body into the metal man and wrapped two bulging muscular arms around his armored body. Then in one impressive feat of strength, he lifted his foe off the ground and threw him up into the air over his back, unconcerned with where his opponent landed.
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jun 23, 2021 4:45:11 GMT -8
Except his opponent didn't land. The moment Greer Kahn had sent the metal man airborne, a great gust of flame erupted from the creature's back, propelling it up into the air. The Gamorreans around the clearing stared in amazement as this strange being seemed to take to the sky and fly overhead, propelled by flames from his back, rising high above.
While the other clansmen might have been stunned by what they saw, Greer Kahn was busy. The warlord sprinted across the clearing, bending over to scoop his vibro-lance up from the ground, then jumped into a roll that saw him narrowly avoid the metal man as he flew down from the sky and strafed past the warlord.
This enemy was something he and his clansmen had never faced before. Its weapons were strange and its weaknesses were relatively unknown. It seemed unlikely that a primitive like Greer Kahn, seasoned war boar though he might be, could triumph over such a foe. Yet with the Pale Spear back in his hands, he could feel the strength of his ancestors flowing into his arms. The warlords of old spoke to him through the tribe's sacred relic, offering him the wisdom of the ages, filling him with the utmost confidence. Even if victory seemed unlikely, he wouldn't quite. War was their way.
This battle...it was welcome.
As the metal man flew back up into the sky, Greer planted his feet in the dirt and stabilized his stance, raising the Pale Spear in one arm over his shoulder. He followed his enemy through the air with his gaze, getting a measure of his foe's movement pattern and finding the semi-predictable path he would follow.
"For Clan Murtog!" His voice boomed over the battlefield, eliciting squeals of excitement from the rest of the clan.
Greer Kahn hurled the Pale Spear into the air, homing in on the metal warrior like a missile.
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jun 24, 2021 5:07:18 GMT -8
It was the mightiest cast of a spear that Bey had ever seen, and his father was the one who had done it. The vibro-lance launched into the air, shooting towards the flying metal man like a speeding bullet, striking dead center with a resounding clunk.CLUNK!!! As far as the gamorreans of Clan Murtog were concerned, the Pale Spear could cut through just about anything. This was mostly due to their primitive culture and lifestyle. They had no running knowledge of metal working. Most of their weapons were made out of stone and wood. So when objects like a vibro-lance could be salvaged from a wreck, they could change the fate of a clan. It gave an advantage that couldn't be countered by stone or wood. Metal was power.That's why when the Pale Spear struck the flying figure dead center and bounced off, the boars that witnessed the event all gasped. They had never seen the clan's sacred relic fail to pierce its target. Yet in this case it had failed, causing it to veer off and fall back to the clearing floor. As for its target, the blow itself disoriented the metal man, sending him hurtling towards the ground. Yet instead of a crash, the fire roaring from the metal man's back abruptly stopped and he tucked forwards, coming to land in a roll that took him half way across the open clearing. As the metal creature came to a stop, it reached down and drew a shard of sharpened steel from a sheath on its hip.Another mystery. On Pzob for anything to be useful to the clan, it needed dual purpose. They mostly fought with stone axes because they could also be used to fell trees for their lumber. Spears and arrows could be used for both warfare and hunting. Suffice it to say, something like a sword with more or less a singular purpose, was extremely uncommon.Greer Kahn chortled as he retrieved the Pale Spear from the ground and examined the weapon's edge. He looked across the clearing at the metal man, analyzing the shard of sharpened steel he carried."After I kill you..." He snorted in Gamorrese. "...I'm going to use that blade to pick your meat from my tusks."Was he planning on eating him?
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jun 29, 2021 5:44:29 GMT -8
They came together in seconds, sword and spear clashing back and forth in a flurry of movement so fast the weak sighted boars of the clan struggled to follow the dual, yet no eye lingered from the sight before them. The warlord's impressive size and the greater range of his weapon helped keep the metal man on his toes, forcing the enemy to give ground little by little.Yes, his foreign weapons had initially appeared to give him an edge. In a melee battle however...CLANG! His spear head struck a heavy blow on the metal figure's left shoulder, driving him to his knees, though it hadn't yet been able to penetrate the strangers unusually durable armor. Nothing had in fact. No matter how hard he struck, let alone where he found himself striking, nothing seemed to score true damage on his enemy. If Greer Kahn wasn't so convinced of his favor in the eyes of the gods, he would have sworn he found himself fighting one of their champions. Green muscles bulged as he put all of his weight into driving the metal warrior into the dirt."Be a good lad and die already!" He snarled in his people's language, gritting his tusks.
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jul 2, 2021 4:25:25 GMT -8
A Different Take
Sloan Skirata regretted every god-damned thing that led him to this moment.
It was supposed to be an easy bounty, kill some pirates that had been hiding in the Pzob system, then head home to collect his reward. Except nothing about it so far had been easy. The pirates had been far more organized than his client had suggested; they'd even had a few nasty surprises waiting for him when he arrived. If he had known about the space mines he never would have taken this job on alone. Now his ship was a pile of flaming scrap and he was stranded on this forsaken backwater dung heap of a planet, fighting for his life against a bunch of savage Gamorreans.
The weight of each one of Greer Kahn's blows had been felt by the proud Mandalorian bounty hunter. Though nothing these primitives seemed to do could penetrate his beskar'gam, the impacts still seemed to shake him to his core. He was running out of options. His blasters had proved useless, his flame thrower and jetpack were out of fuel, and now he was down to fighting blade to blade with his beskad against the pig-man's spear. On his best day he would have made short work of the savage, but he was tired...and soar. Between the crash and the fight so far, he wasn't sure he had enough in him to finish the job. The only thing that kept him from giving up was the thought of one of these savages wearing his clan's armor. Blood seeped through gritted teeth beneath a helmet of beskar. Sloan groaned, cursed, and then pushed. Inch by inch he forced himself back up, fighting with all his strength against the weight of the vibro-lance on his shoulder.
It couldn't penetrate his armor, but damned if it didn't hurt like hell.
"Kriff you, Pig!" Sloan snarled, blood now running down his chin towards the neck seals of his helmet.
In one fluid effort, Sloan reached out with his left hand and grabbed onto the shaft of the Gamorrean warlord's spear, then jammed his beskad straight into Greer Kahn's chest.
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jul 3, 2021 9:07:23 GMT -8
"Noooo!!!"
Bey's childish broken-hearted squeal could be heard across the forest as he watched the metal figure jam his shard of sharpened steel into his father's chest. The blade slid in like a lightsaber through a stick of Ronto butter. The pointed tip emerged from the warlord's back, dripping crimson beads of blood down Greer Kahn's backside. There was a look of utter confusion on the old boar's face, as though he couldn't comprehend the fact that he was already dead.
Impossible. Thought the young Bey Kahn. No one could beat his father in a duel. Greer Kahn had been the meanest, toughest, strongest boar in the whole damn forest. How could a stranger, let alone one that clearly wasn't even Gamorrean, slay his father? It was unheard of.
The child ran out from his spot at the clearings edge, racing towards his father. Sloan Skirata, the metal man that the warlord had been fighting, turned towards Bey and readied to strike the young Gamorrean down. The human hesitated; however, as Bey brushed right passed him and went directly to his father's side. After the metal man had put his sword through Greer Kahn's heart, he had allowed the heavy boar to fall to the ground, laying on his back as death claimed him. Bey Kahn cradled his father's head, tears pouring down his face, followed by a horrendous squeal of pure emotional pain.
Sloan Skirata stepped back, understanding the family bonds before him. Ah, so the big pig had a little oinker of his own. That was unfortunate, but not his fault in the slightest. This wasn't his fight to start. That said, he had damn well finished it.
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jul 4, 2021 5:31:58 GMT -8
Now that the fight was over, the gamorreans positioned around the forest clearing began to creep closer, walking slowly to surround the metal warrior. For Sloan's part he kept his cool, helmet encased head moving from one side to the other. He tightly gripped the hilt of his blood covered beskad, his hand tensing as he prepared to take a few of these savages with him. Only they didn't move in to attack.
One after the other they laid down their weapons in front of the Mandalorian. Spears, axes, and clubs now littered the dirt. Boars that had stood by Greer Kahn is a dozen previous battles were now lowering themselves to their knees and bowing their heads. Bey looked up from his deceased father, the tears in his eyes straining his vision, yet he saw what was occurring.
"What are you doing?" He squealed in primitive Gamorrese. "Kill him. He killed my father, your leader. KILL HIM!"
Yet none of the clan moved to do so. The law was clear about what happened next. Clan Murtog had always been ruled by a warlord, chosen for their prowess in battle. The last nine warlords had all received their titles by slaying the clan's previous warlord. Therefore...
Sloan Skirata looked around, confused at first but some understanding soon dawning on him. He tapped a keyed sequence into his left arm bracer, activating the translation function in him helmet. Within moments the squeals and grunts he heard were translated into galactic basic. He heard the deference in their voice and tone. They were...submitting to him.
Hey there, what's happening? What are you all doing? His helmet squealed back at the clansmen in their own language.
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jul 7, 2021 18:30:14 GMT -8
There was a rattling of bones as the clan shaman stepped out from the forest and into the clearing. She hadn't arrived in time to watch the fight, but she could tell from viewing the aftermath much of what had occurred. The time weathered sow leaned heavily on a staff made from Pzobian dark oak, its gnarled head tied with strips connected to various tribal fetishes. Though she stooped as she walked and measured no higher than the chest of any boar present, she possessed an intense aura that caused all of the clansmen present to feel awe and dread in equal measure.
"You killed our leader, warlord Greer Kahn in fair and honorable combat." She paused to elicit a wet cough, then continued. "By clan law, you have earned the right to claim the title warlord and rule Clan Murtog as you see fit."
Though the words were spoken in primitive Gamorrese, Sloan Skirata's helmet translated all into understandable galactic basic. His eyes widened in surprise...no, shock, at what he was hearing. Leader of a bunch of wild pigs in the woods? No thanks. I'll pass. Except, what were his options really? His ship was damaged beyond repair, even if he could get a distress beacon going there was no one near enough to come to this backwater planet, and he had no supplies to get him through even one night in this endless forest. Despite all reservations, he had no choice.
Very well. His helmet squealed in perfectly translated Gamorrese. I accept.
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jul 11, 2021 11:39:49 GMT -8
There was a hush of silence following the Mandalorian's declaration. No one could have predicted an outsider would take over as warlord of the clan, nor what it meant for the future of their people. At least, these were the thoughts of the sows present. The boars didn't tend to stress too much about such things. As long as there were battles to fight and enemies to kill, they were content and utterly disinterested. Frankly it was Sloan Skirata who was more concerned with what this spelled for his own future endeavors. How long before another one of these primitive pig warriors decided to test their mettle against their new leader? He needed to get his bearings quick.
Sloan asked the obvious question, addressing the shaman sow that had previous spoken.
I understand your law. His helmet squealed. What I don't understand is why. You people know I'm not gamorrean, right?
In return the shaman, otherwise known to the tribe as Sneetmuck the Old, replied with a simple shrug of her shoulders and a spoken phrase.
Sneetmuck: "This is the way."
For many years later that phrase would resound itself in the Mandalorian's mind. Inside his helmet, Sloan's mouth was agape, open in genuine surprise. This is the way? Had his people visited here before? Or perhaps this was a culture not so different from his own, though obviously less technologically adept. There was a foundation here he could build on.
Sloan: This is the way. He replied back, nodding his head ever so slightly.
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jul 20, 2021 9:01:34 GMT -8
Sloan and the remainder of the clan departed the forest clearing, heading for the shelter of the village nearby set up by Clan Murtog over the generations. That left the young Bey Kahn alone, still laying over the body of his father, whose blood had soaked into the earth. Thunder could be heard in the distance, the sky darkened as though by omen, not doubt helped along by the toxic fumes still rising off the smoldering crashed ship. The faintest sound of sobbing could be heard coming from the young gamorrean, his tears still pouring out.Of all things, the pain he felt in his heart was real. Greer Kahn had been a respected warlord, for certain, but first and foremost he had been Bey Kahn's father. That's what he would always be when he thought about him. It's why this hurt so much. After all, his mother had passed just a few seasons ago from snout-pox. Now he had no one left. Would he even have a home when he returned to the village? Technically speaking the yurt his father and he lived in now belonged to the metal shelled warrior that supplanted his father as warlord. If he decided that Bey was to be banished from the clan, that would be law, unquestionable save for trial by combat. A pointless endeavor. If this outsider had been powerful enough to slay his father, there wasn't a damn thing Bey could do to defeat him.When the tears began to dry on his face, that was when the young pig got up from his grieving and began to dig in the dirt. He used his hands and the stick he had brought with him, carving as far into the dirt as his body would allow him. He needed to get Greer's body buried...and soon. Night was coming, along with a whole new set of dangers. Large predators lurked in the forest, hungry for green flesh. Pitter Patter! Pitter Patter! Pitter Patter! Pitter Patter! Pitter Patter! Pitter Patter! It began to rain.
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jul 22, 2021 11:04:52 GMT -8
By the time he was done digging the grave plot, his hands were bleeding, thick fingernails dripping red through the dirt trapped underneath them. The rain had served to soften the earth but it hardly made the digging any easier. Several times the young boar had to bail water out of the hole using the limited materials he had with him. He never stopped despite this, driven by a need to honour his father in death. When the hole was deep enough, Bey crawled out and made his way over to his father's large prone form. Using what strength he had, the young gamorrean rolled his father into the hole, grimacing as the body dropped the last several feet to the mud below. He glanced down at the life-absent figure, taking a final look at the man that had meant so much to him throughout his short life.
"Pa." He started with a squeal. "You deserved better than this. I can't do anything about it now, but I promise you there will come a day when I claim vengeance for this."
Strong words for one so lacking in years and experience, yet he meant them from the depth of his soul. He didn't know what waited for him back at the village, if he would be banished or allowed to stay, but he did know without a shred of doubt that he would honour those words. One day he would be big enough, strong enough, brave...enough, to do what was required. Until then, every breathing moment was just a step along the path to this inevitable conclusion. If he was honest with himself it was revenge he was really after; vengeance was just a more noble name for what would eventually equivocate murder. He wasn't honest with himself though, he was just a pig in pain.
With those final resting words spoken, Bey began to fill in the hole, pushing the dirt pile back over the lip of the grave and burying his father's body. Filling the hole took some time but when he was done he stacked stones on top to discourage any predators with a sharp nose from trying to dig the grave up. It would also help mark his father's body for the next time he came to visit, though that would be some time from now. Thinking himself prepared to face what was to come, Bey Kahn began to walk back towards the village...and his destiny.
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jul 26, 2021 9:19:00 GMT -8
Location: Porkswine Village - Home of Clan Murtog
It was well after dark by the time Bey had returned to the village. Most of the camp fires were little more than glowing embers at this point, hissing as remaining drops of rain fell from the forest canopy overhead. The young boar was soaked and muddy from his exertions burying his father. He walked hesitantly towards a familiar yurt, that which up until this day he would not question whether he was welcome or not. But today was a new day, one with many unwelcome changes. His home now belonged to the metal skinned warrior that had struck down his father in ritual combat. Bey swallowed loudly as he threw back the hide flaps of his former home and entered the yurt.
The cook fire in the centre of of the tent was still burning brightly; fresh logs had been added recently. He let his weak eyes adjust to the light, the room coming into focus, as did the figure seated on the far side of the yurt in his father's chair. Well, not his father's anymore. Bey balled his fists as he stared at the metal man, anger welling in his breast, a fire of his own making awakening in his belly.
Sloan: Sit. Squealed the figure's helmet speakers in gamorrese.
Bey didn't move right away, but after a moment his shoulders slumped and he took a seat near the fire across from Sloan Skirata. The young boar didn't say anything; instead he bit his lip and held his tongue. Anything leaving his lips at this point would be fueled by anger. It would be a mistake to let his emotions rule the moment. His vengeance could wait. And so did Bey wait, sitting in silence until the new warlord of the clan continued.
Sloan: I'm sure you're quite displeased with me, boy. I killed your father and have claimed everything he owned, including your home. Before we get too far into the conversation, let me be clear, I'm not going to kill you. I see no reason to banish you from the village or remove you from your home. That's not why I came here. In fact, I never planned to come here at all. And now I can't leave.
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