07-16-2004, 11:48 AM
"The witches were of course pursuing the course of events, as they were still interested in the fate of Adria. They saw that they had ruined the love of Pepin and Adria, and they already began to regret that they had doomed the innocent child to such an early death. They decided, if they could not save the child anymore, they would at least preserve its soul, and arrange for it to be reborn in a strong body. A hero, that would have made Adria and Pepin proud, they thought. And so it came to be, that 1 year after Seshua died, Guerdon was born. The witches instilled Seshuas soul in the baby, it was so strong it was clearly born for something greater. They always kept an eye on Guerdon's childhood, and noticed with great pleasure that the boy quickly developed a great magnificence in the art of fighting. He was a born warrior, and made his foster parents proud.
As years went by, the witches dithered how to make Guerdon meet his real parents, and they couldn't find a solution. He was already too strong in mind, and impossible to get bewitched. Of course the old sisters, too, had felt the impact of the destruction of Diablo's prison, and the freeing of the Lord of Terror. They noticed that heros all over Sanctuario were talking going down to Tristram soon over, and decided to communicate this idea to Guerdon in his dreams. The young warrior (he must have been in his late 20ies/ early 30ies) woke up and suddenly knew that he would venture to Tristram to fight the unbelievable evil that had awoke there. To the dismay of the townspeople of his village who were very proud of him, he packed his bags, his shining armor and his noble sword and left, bound for the town were his real parents still lived.
The day he arrived at the execrated village was a very special one. Every resident wanted to see the new hero, Pepin as well as Adria. Although she could sense something anamolous, she couldn't specify her feelings. She and Pepin had not had spoken too much in a while, both of them wanting to leave the events behind. None of them, and above all not Guerdon, had an idea about the blood relationship between them. All he knew was that this place immediately seemed familiar to him, though he had never been there before. 'Well' he might have thought, 'Home is where the heart is.'. And he embosomed the village of Tristram. As he started to raid the dungeons of monsters, Adria realized that she was worried about his safety. She asked Pepin to perform his very best on the injuries that Guerdon might have to suffer. Pepin protested that he would of course do everything in his power, just like he did to every wounded townsman. He asked her what was up with Guerdon, but she had no clear answer for him. But she was beginning to suspect an obscure relation to Seshua by-and-by.
Then came the final day, when Guerdon announced that he had advanced into the very heart of the labyrinth that was spreading underneath the church in the meantime. He claimed to go forth and battle the Dark Lord himself, solitary and without backing. The whole village stood still in awe as he descended into the dungeons, only Adria stretched her arm and quietly moaned: 'No...'.
He didn't come back that very special day. Nor did he on the next. On the early morning of the third day, the townspeople awoke from a grinding and rattling sound on the path from the church to the townsquare. As the lights went on, they saw Guerdon trudging towards the fountain. He was heavily injured, bleeding through what seemed to be every penning of his plate. Also he had some strange red gemstone or something stuck to his forehead. They quickly transported him to the healer and alerted Adria.
Pepin tried his best to heal his wounds, and Adria tried to conjure him or the evil that had bed inside his heart. After a week, he could already walk properly, and several days later, a great feast was hold in his honor. Mentally however, he did not yet seem to be quite well. He ate and drunk, but wasn't up to telling the story of how he defeated the prime evil, or what depressed him. Adria sensed that the gemstone might have something to do with it, and asked Pepin to remove it, but when Pepin tried to talk to Guerdon about it, he seemed to get agitated and wouldn't let Pepin do it. Pepin and Adria sought to speak to him alone, but all they found out was that he simply had not been able to resist the urge to drive the stone against his forehead, and that from then on, many things had changed. Guerdon was also telling them that he now seemed to remember things he had never remembered before - blurry images of Tristram, like he was there before, and he remembered Pepin and Adria when they were younger. Adria and Pepin looked at each other, but didn't say a word. Guerdon presumed that some new force revealed darker corners of his memory, that had long been forgotten, then he was quiet. He didn't say a word from then on.
On the same day he left, carrying all his things on his back although he was still kind of weak. His direction seemed to be the far east, as far as that can be told by the little distance that some townspeople, especially Pepin and Adria travelled with him. Adria left him last, not without mumbling a few words that could be interpreted as 'take care, my son...'. She cried all the way home to her shack. Pepin tried to persuade her to come back to him, and eventually, she would. The townspeople had learned to accept her as what she was, and there were no frictions.
The town never saw its hero again, although from time to time, dreadful stories from the deserts of the far east were reported by caravans that passed by."
You asked for it - now live with it. :)
Greetings, Fragbait
As years went by, the witches dithered how to make Guerdon meet his real parents, and they couldn't find a solution. He was already too strong in mind, and impossible to get bewitched. Of course the old sisters, too, had felt the impact of the destruction of Diablo's prison, and the freeing of the Lord of Terror. They noticed that heros all over Sanctuario were talking going down to Tristram soon over, and decided to communicate this idea to Guerdon in his dreams. The young warrior (he must have been in his late 20ies/ early 30ies) woke up and suddenly knew that he would venture to Tristram to fight the unbelievable evil that had awoke there. To the dismay of the townspeople of his village who were very proud of him, he packed his bags, his shining armor and his noble sword and left, bound for the town were his real parents still lived.
The day he arrived at the execrated village was a very special one. Every resident wanted to see the new hero, Pepin as well as Adria. Although she could sense something anamolous, she couldn't specify her feelings. She and Pepin had not had spoken too much in a while, both of them wanting to leave the events behind. None of them, and above all not Guerdon, had an idea about the blood relationship between them. All he knew was that this place immediately seemed familiar to him, though he had never been there before. 'Well' he might have thought, 'Home is where the heart is.'. And he embosomed the village of Tristram. As he started to raid the dungeons of monsters, Adria realized that she was worried about his safety. She asked Pepin to perform his very best on the injuries that Guerdon might have to suffer. Pepin protested that he would of course do everything in his power, just like he did to every wounded townsman. He asked her what was up with Guerdon, but she had no clear answer for him. But she was beginning to suspect an obscure relation to Seshua by-and-by.
Then came the final day, when Guerdon announced that he had advanced into the very heart of the labyrinth that was spreading underneath the church in the meantime. He claimed to go forth and battle the Dark Lord himself, solitary and without backing. The whole village stood still in awe as he descended into the dungeons, only Adria stretched her arm and quietly moaned: 'No...'.
He didn't come back that very special day. Nor did he on the next. On the early morning of the third day, the townspeople awoke from a grinding and rattling sound on the path from the church to the townsquare. As the lights went on, they saw Guerdon trudging towards the fountain. He was heavily injured, bleeding through what seemed to be every penning of his plate. Also he had some strange red gemstone or something stuck to his forehead. They quickly transported him to the healer and alerted Adria.
Pepin tried his best to heal his wounds, and Adria tried to conjure him or the evil that had bed inside his heart. After a week, he could already walk properly, and several days later, a great feast was hold in his honor. Mentally however, he did not yet seem to be quite well. He ate and drunk, but wasn't up to telling the story of how he defeated the prime evil, or what depressed him. Adria sensed that the gemstone might have something to do with it, and asked Pepin to remove it, but when Pepin tried to talk to Guerdon about it, he seemed to get agitated and wouldn't let Pepin do it. Pepin and Adria sought to speak to him alone, but all they found out was that he simply had not been able to resist the urge to drive the stone against his forehead, and that from then on, many things had changed. Guerdon was also telling them that he now seemed to remember things he had never remembered before - blurry images of Tristram, like he was there before, and he remembered Pepin and Adria when they were younger. Adria and Pepin looked at each other, but didn't say a word. Guerdon presumed that some new force revealed darker corners of his memory, that had long been forgotten, then he was quiet. He didn't say a word from then on.
On the same day he left, carrying all his things on his back although he was still kind of weak. His direction seemed to be the far east, as far as that can be told by the little distance that some townspeople, especially Pepin and Adria travelled with him. Adria left him last, not without mumbling a few words that could be interpreted as 'take care, my son...'. She cried all the way home to her shack. Pepin tried to persuade her to come back to him, and eventually, she would. The townspeople had learned to accept her as what she was, and there were no frictions.
The town never saw its hero again, although from time to time, dreadful stories from the deserts of the far east were reported by caravans that passed by."
You asked for it - now live with it. :)
Greetings, Fragbait
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