So without further delay, here is the beginning of my tales.DISCLAIMER: I am not to keen on much of the lore behind Guild Wars, but will do as I feel, as it should be unless corrected by members of GuildWarsGuru community. My skills on creative writing may have also diminished. At any rate, thank you and enjoy the read.
Claims to Eric Kasus’ Birth
Many stories have been told about Eric Kasus and where he has come from. Everyone except himself, know not of his legacy (its even arguable that he doesn’t know himself). Respectable individuals stating that he is either of the Norn or of Tyrian humans have made two claims. The Norn theory is perhaps the most likely of these and will be addressed first.
Norn Theory [Excerpt From the Records of Outstanding Individuals]
“…Mr. Kasus can be traced loosely to the inhabitants of the Far Shiverpeaks (also known as the Norn). To save the trouble of a long story, the reasons shall be short and well explained (to my best possible ability). Eric Kasus is linked by his ability to survive the harsh cold, as well as his friendship to the Norns.
“We [being the Council of Records] know not of his parents, date of birth, or age, but can be stated that he was born some ten plus years before the destruction of Ascalon. At this time, the Norn and Humans had none to little communication to the Norn (we know not for sure). However, to briefly explain his upbringing, it’s this: he was born to a Norn family and kicked out due to his small stature. The Norns value strength and the hunt, while Eric Kasus was seen as small and unfit for the survival of the harsh weather. We do know that Mr. Kasus was raised within the lands of Ascalon as well as taking up the practice of becoming a Monk, which are few and far between in Norn societies (to my knowledge). To support the claim of survival of harsh weather, Mr. Kasus is known to stay prolonged periods of time in the harsh and biting cold. But perhaps there is a darker and sinister truth we do not know of…
“Eric Kasus is also to known to be well-renowned with the Norns during his stays. Whether by his grand and outspoken charisma or some relations from long ago, Mr. Kasus has made tight connections with the Norn and is a respected member. Perhaps his daft and suicidal nature inspired the Norn when he rushed headlong into a Charr base when infused with the power of the Bear Spirit. However, for the sake of this theory, we managed to talk to a local Norn and asked about the relations with Eric Kasus. He stated, ‘…Eric Kasus is an individual that our society would appreciate. He survived the toughest of foes and against all odds slaughtered more beasts than Bear Spirit could hope to defeat. It was and would be foolish to exclude him.” No one except this one Norn has given us any information of on the theory of him being born to Norns. It would be safe to assume that his parents are dead, or no one remembers him in his youth.” (Taken from The Records of Outstanding Individuals, Volume VII.)
Born From Tyrian Humans [Excerpt from Heroes From Ascalon and Tyria]
“…His [Eric Kasus’] birth is a mystery to many. Some say he was born of Norns. Yet, the fact remains that he looks like a person from Ascalon and acts like one. The Norn do not have mohawks as a hairstyle, for they are naturally in cold weather, so an abundance of hair would help greatly…though anyone would cut their beards or hair when they travel to the warmer climates. His actions though, do come from a sensible person from Ascalon and fights valiantly for his Majesty [King Abeldern]. He defeated a plague on civilization [The dastardly Lich] that only upstanding Ascalon citizens would do and fight to the very last breath…” (Taken from Heroes of Ascalon and Tyria, Vol. III)
The claims of these do somewhat contradict each other (the Norn theory states his daftness, while the Tyrian theory shows his sensibility). The theories are still thrown up in the air and no one knows anything for certain. Anything can be said by and the world will watch and wait to see what Mr. Kasus does or says.
Prelude: An Individual With A Purpose
Useful and Useless Info: One of the characters, Jakob, is intended to be sounded like Ya-cub. Tis German way of saying it, if I remember correctly. Also, the prelude takes place a few weeks before the Eye of The North expansion is released (if that makes any sense to you. As well as “Tyrian Time”. One more thing… Their will be cutting off of words, such as offerin’ instead of offering because I want it that way. Yay for dialect!)
On the reaches of the Shiverpeak Mountains, one could barely see two figures moving in the distance, should they be close enough. By the way Eric Kasus was moving, the average person would have thought it was a mouse or small animal. Steadily, he trudged down the mountain and became all too keen with his surroundings. The sun showed the scarred land of Ascalon for what it was, desolate and dead. He could only shake his head in sadness. Following in behind, his friend, Jakob was the opposite with making as much noise as he traveled down the mountainside. The two were never said a word that day and only focused on going down to Ascalon where they could sell their (rather Jakob’s) ill-gotten gains. Eric was a more experienced adventurer and knew the paths into different dungeons fairly well. Jakob, however, was brash and inept. He had just stolen a nearby offering of gold coins and frankincense dedicated to Dwayna. Jakob grimaced and snickered at his goods, while Eric could only shake his head in disgust. For the rest of the day, they traveled in silence.
When night fell, Eric set up camp toward the ruined Ascalon. They were one day away from reaching the bottom of the mountain and running into Nolani Academy. After making a small campfire, Eric pulled out a flask of Dwarven Ale and drank in silence. Jakob broke it, “Still upset about that offerin’ I took?” Eric replied in a calm, yet solemn way, “Yup.” Jakob chuckled and turned the other way, facing the mountain and admiring its beauty.
Later, Jakob broke the silence again, “You do realize it was out in the open.” A slightly tipsy Eric ignored the question and gazed down the mountain. A confrontation was the last thing Eric wanted. Still, Jakob pushed it, “Besides, it’s finders keepers. You always say that about the dungeons we go into.” Eric remained silent and continued to give Jakob the cold shoulder. By this time, Jakob was getting agitated and began to mock Eric, “Still too upset to talk to me? Aww…I hurt your feelings. Boohoo. Get over why don’t ya? Eric chuckled slightly at Jakob’s childish mockery, but realized the danger he would be in if he provoked him too much. “Your luck is bound to end Jakob,” Eric said in his calm tone, “You’re bound to slip up and when you do, I won’t be there to rescue ya.” The night went on without any further confrontation.
Eric awoke in the middle of the night. The cold mountain wind blew like an ill omen, silent and would chill the courageous of warriors to the bone. His attention was brought elsewhere by someone or something skittering around the ruins of the campfire. After a minute, there were no more sounds to be heard, safe for the frigid mountain breeze whistling passed Eric’s ear. Sleep soon took him again.
When the sun rose, no peace was on the mountains. When Jakob awoke to see his treasure disappear, he hastily grabbed his nearby dagger and confronted the still half-asleep Eric. Holding the dagger near to Eric’s throat, Jakob bellowed, “Where is my treasure, you backstabbin’ hypocrite? Where!?” Eric wasn’t entirely dumbfounded. He had figured the skittering creature of the night was there to take the treasure. Jakob bellowed again, “Maybe I didn’t make it clear!” and acted as if he was going to slit Eric’s throat. Despite the death threat, Jakob had other intentions though. In front of him and behind Eric was cliff in which a fall would kill a normal man. Both had the same idea going through their heads.
“What will you accomplish by killing me? What if I did steal the treasure? You’d never find it,” spoke Eric in his calm tone. His idea was to quell Jakob’s anger; however, it had the opposite effects. “So be it,” replied Jakob. No sooner had he finished his sentence had Jakob pulled out another dagger and stabbed Eric in the gut. After he made the successful stab, he violently shoved Eric in an attempt to throw him off the cliff. Despite all odds though, he regained his balance and advanced toward Jakob. He dodged a flurry of attacks and finally managed to get a spell off which stunned Jakob for a moment. Eric used this moment to his advantage. Using a similar idea Jakob was going to do, Eric proceeded to shove Jakob off the cliff. In a poor attempt to catch himself, Jakob rolled slightly off the cliff and held on to the edge of it. As Eric walked toward the rocky edge, the part where Jakob was holding onto gave way and Jakob began to plummet to the bottom.
With dead eyes, Eric spoke softly as he helplessly watched his friend plunge, “Your anger always did get the better of you. You were always too rash.” Slightly limping, Eric went back to the camp, and began to heal his wounds.
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