20 YEARS AGO on the outskirts of Gridania...
A caravan of warriors and sellswords made their final preparations to head into battle, hired by the kingdom of Ala Mihgo as a last ditch effort against the invading forces. Kima stood at the rear of the caravan with his father, both watching as wife and mother prepared for battle.
She strapped up her leather armor, and slid both daggers into their sheaths on her sides then slid the longsword onto her back and strapped it down. She turned to Kima and smiled, then motioned him over to her.
“You'd best take care of your father Kima, you understand? You know he isn't a warrior, not like us, watch out for him until I return. And always remember Kima, when you feel lonely, look up at the pale moonlight, and know i'm thinking of you, watching you...†She said and kissed him on the forehead. She gave her husband a long loving smile before she went to join the rest of the mercenaries.
“Will she return father?†Kima asked.
His father nodded once, giving a sad smile as he watched her walk off...
17 years later. 3 years before the present...
Where are you now, mother? I wonder if...
The sea breeze blew across the ship and filled Kima's nose with the smell of the salty ocean they sailed on top of. He was lost in thought as he gazed upward at the stars, memories of the past floating through his head.
“Kima! We're approaching the outcropping, no sign of the enemy sir!â€Â
The young woman's voice crackled and broke the quietness of the moment. He let out a sigh and glanced over at the dark furred Miqo'te and smiled.
“Thank you Khatai, tell the men to prepare to disembark. Leave no stone unturned. We were hired to do a job, lets get it done. And remember, do not kill anyone, that's not what we were paid to do.†He said and hopped up to his feet. He winced slightly as his injured ankle reminded him of its presence.
The crew stood their, assembled in front of him, waiting for him to give the order. He looked them all over once, the playful, sly smirk never leaving his face. His crew knew what it meant, it meant their boss was feeling good about this assignment.
“Alright, let's keep it short, quick and clean. You all know what we need. The map. If you find it call out for me and i'll come. Remember just to subdue any resistance not kill, no one deserves to die over a piece of paper. With that, move out!†He screamed. The crew returned the scream and all boarded the smaller boats, setting sail for the small outcropping off the coast of the mainland.
Kima watched as they all disembarked from the main ship and headed out, he glanced up into the moonlight and let out a sight.
"If you... would you be proud of my accomplishments, are you truly looking down at me, from the pale moon light?"
A caravan of warriors and sellswords made their final preparations to head into battle, hired by the kingdom of Ala Mihgo as a last ditch effort against the invading forces. Kima stood at the rear of the caravan with his father, both watching as wife and mother prepared for battle.
She strapped up her leather armor, and slid both daggers into their sheaths on her sides then slid the longsword onto her back and strapped it down. She turned to Kima and smiled, then motioned him over to her.
“You'd best take care of your father Kima, you understand? You know he isn't a warrior, not like us, watch out for him until I return. And always remember Kima, when you feel lonely, look up at the pale moonlight, and know i'm thinking of you, watching you...†She said and kissed him on the forehead. She gave her husband a long loving smile before she went to join the rest of the mercenaries.
“Will she return father?†Kima asked.
His father nodded once, giving a sad smile as he watched her walk off...
17 years later. 3 years before the present...
Where are you now, mother? I wonder if...
The sea breeze blew across the ship and filled Kima's nose with the smell of the salty ocean they sailed on top of. He was lost in thought as he gazed upward at the stars, memories of the past floating through his head.
“Kima! We're approaching the outcropping, no sign of the enemy sir!â€Â
The young woman's voice crackled and broke the quietness of the moment. He let out a sigh and glanced over at the dark furred Miqo'te and smiled.
“Thank you Khatai, tell the men to prepare to disembark. Leave no stone unturned. We were hired to do a job, lets get it done. And remember, do not kill anyone, that's not what we were paid to do.†He said and hopped up to his feet. He winced slightly as his injured ankle reminded him of its presence.
The crew stood their, assembled in front of him, waiting for him to give the order. He looked them all over once, the playful, sly smirk never leaving his face. His crew knew what it meant, it meant their boss was feeling good about this assignment.
“Alright, let's keep it short, quick and clean. You all know what we need. The map. If you find it call out for me and i'll come. Remember just to subdue any resistance not kill, no one deserves to die over a piece of paper. With that, move out!†He screamed. The crew returned the scream and all boarded the smaller boats, setting sail for the small outcropping off the coast of the mainland.
Kima watched as they all disembarked from the main ship and headed out, he glanced up into the moonlight and let out a sight.
"If you... would you be proud of my accomplishments, are you truly looking down at me, from the pale moon light?"
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