A People of the Mist- Casse AAR

Hello all! I haven't been active on this forum in a couple of years. I can't believe how much it has changed. Well i've decided that i'm going to write a Casse fiction. I may not be able to update it consistently since i'm currently enrolled in college but i will do my best to bring quality updates:beam:




Prologue: The Elders Tale

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I never knew much about my father’s life before my birth. I knew he served in the great wars that had torn the ancient

tribes to pieces and established the great tapestry that was our island nation. He was a mighty man, a war hero! Yet he

never spoke about his actions during that time. Listening to his words gave the impression that he was nothing more than

a common foot soldier that, like many others, had propelled our kingdom to the strong nation it was today. As I grew older

I would watch him with overwhelming curiosity, attempting to understand what he was thinking. It wasn’t until his 70th

cycle that I finally got an opportunity to ask those deep burning questions that for years had eaten at me like a ravening

wolf. I decided to walk towards the beach since I knew he’d be there. He started going there after the death of my

mother. Since her death everybody from my father’s generation was non-existent. He was the only person left of the

great generation that had stood against iron, been baptized in blood, and purified by fire to come out victorious. Watching

him was like staring at a palm tree in the middle of a snow storm. He was no longer part of this world, just an ancient

remnant of what once was, the last leaf of summer desperately hanging onto the tree branch before the icy bitter winds

of winter tear it from its high place to be cast onto the dark earth where it will meet death. His clothes were old, and

slightly worn. He wore a green tunic with plaid pants of green and red. Over these he wore an old war cloak that looked

as if it had seen more days of life than its owner. His eyes were dark and full of sadness, matching his sad, thoughtful

countenance perfectly. His hair came to his shoulders and was white as snow. He sat upon a barrel watching the merchant

ships sail over the sapphire sea towards port preparing to sell their wares to any unfortunate person who could be

ensnared by their fast talk and oily tongues. By the time I arrived at the docks the sun was setting turning the sky

beautiful hues of amber, gold, and crimson. The old man sitting by the sea side let out a long deep sigh, and then said to

me “Beautiful isn’t it?” in slightly melancholic tones “Yes.” I replied “exquisite.” The silence continued for a few minutes and

then the old man raised his hoary head, looked toward me and motioned for me to sit beside him. I did so without

hesitation. “My son, are you loyal to the king?” he asked with gravity. “Of course I am!” I proclaimed with conviction. “I

would do anything for the King!” The old mans sad eyes looked toward me with an unreadable expression “Even sacrifice

your family?” I stopped short on that question. “What type of a man am I talking to?” I asked myself, “to make me choose

between my family and my duty?” “I don’t know.” I responded and then felt pangs of shame pierce me like a hundred of

arrows. “You have much to learn my son.” was the simple response. “Until now I have told you nothing of my past

because of shame.” I know you’ve heard many of my fellow warriors claim that I am a war hero but in truth I am a

butcher!” With those words the old mans eyes began to burn like a white hot fire. “I am a butcher because I obeyed the

laws of a man whose dream was great but his motives selfish!” I couldn’t help but listen to my father in ah. Never before

had I seen him so agitated, so angry, and so disgusted.” I unquestioningly razed villages, starved families, and butchered

for the sake of a lazy lout who sat on a throne all day long commanding men like they were his personal flock of sheep.

Listen to my words to avoid my mistakes. I already know that my time has come to a close. I will be dead ere the next new

moon. Please I beg of you listen to me!” His eyes looked desperate and his face serious.

I could do nothing more but listen. So the old man straightened his back out closed his eyes and began to recount his tale.

Another wolf, and another Casse AAR :grin:

More than enough room for two Casse AARs, best of luck Wolfman.

Update in first post!:smile:

Makes me think of my father, and mother =/

Good luck, I'm looking forward to this AAR already.

Thanks every body for encouragement!

I must apologize for the apparent lack of activity. I'm currently writing a research paper which is taking up a considerable amount of my time. This fiction is not dead though.