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Luys Card: a short relapse
Posted: 30 Aug 2007 06:03 PM |
Born Luys Card, son of Adan Card and mother lost to the annals of the Oracle's lexicon was an orphan for the earliest years of his childhood with his confidant swagger and strong grasp enlisted in the Queen's guard for the defense of the local Buckshire. He was a frequenter of low places and lowly bum with a knack for cleanliness and basic etiquette that even the basest of guards swallows in the service of greater royalty. He carried with him the respect for the name and those that he served with the distinct pleasure, he was better than the common louse.
That was, until he met his long lost brother, Stefan. He had followed a different route fate twisted with her loose threads. A thieves guild pleasuring in treacherous acts, morbid and dubious had the long talons entrenched in his spine. He was a noble actor when he came to the royal courts of the Queen's to entertain with his freire in the sport of gentleman.
The two brothers became inseparable after centuries of being apart living completely different lives, at last, they could see and discuss how emblazoned a soul their father was. Adan Card was a rogue in the thieves guild, dice rolling, ace slipping, cheat, and gapped teeth as proof he was a dangerous parley. The filth he swaggered in, less than polite and swinish swill were his brawlers, the still was his haunt and he revelled in that shadow. He was not great in any talents, but modest at most and the legend of his deeds outlasted the impression of what he was. There in the thieves guild depicting his likeness was an oil painting, like one might find a duchy or a prince.
His brother Stefan and he lashed out with swords for the entertainement of the sparse crowds in the Queen's gardens. He participated with an actor's zeal and his talents in swordplay granted the spectacle the vivid realism. They took bets on the winner, for time had altered the faces of the two brothers so that neither resembles the other in likeness, except if he looked closely in their eyes, the wells of the soul. The entertainement of the Count's and Princes was without compare and because the fights were never fatal, the sport of fencing was very much alive in everything they did, as was a brutal competitive zeal the siblings took on. The rivalry grew beyond performance, and soon the fights were a true match of skills between the Card's, and the gold lost in the swindle was because neither would relent. The news of Adan Card being both alive and well spread through the ale halls and the taverns, and the fighters festered as weeds in a field of freshly sown wheat became overgrown with marshlands. The desire for the Queen's eyes became so selfish in their hearts, that on the fifth sun of the third month, the steel was too true and pierced the bosom of Stefan Card, where he died quite by accident.
The responsibleness for his death shirked by Luys Card stirred inside and would not leave, no matter in what he did. He fled to the countryside of Buckshire and enlisted in the militia there, but his desire for excitement and adventure was not settled there. He coud not absolve his grief in his troubles soul, that the Queen had never gazed on his facade, nor Adan show favor to either son. He took his rapier in hand and became a hired hand for the locals, carrying the burden of Stefan's soul in his stride.
The dark caverns of his mind bellowed with the lost truths, and the roguish ways of Adan came to captivate his understanding. He desired to emulate him, and specialize in the darker pursuits of hired soldiers. If he had a task set out before him, the folds of his cloak entrenched his soul in that pursuit, even ringing louder than the lay of the land. He was a weed in the grass, better to not eat away then go unnoticed. If ever a dark desire came over him, he would be poison to the messenger, that barer of bad news and fester in the grass.
"Better the shooter from a distance than the bowman in the fray, he is hardened in the teeth the closer wanderers melee." |
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