OOC note: First things first, sorry if this took a very long time to come out, I was experiencing major writers block and kind of forgot about this project. Second thing, this is the last installment of the Priceless Items series. Third thing, the music I used for this story are from the Nintendo Famicom version of Castlevania 3: Dracula's Curse. Last thing, there is some violence in this. Anyway, without any delay and any ado what-so-ever, here's the story you may have been waiting for.
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"It took you long enough."
"I ran into some trouble."
"So, where's the money?"
"I got it right here." Connak would say with a slight smirk as he reached for something under his coat…
Now, in Priceless Items...
Connak would pull out a whip and swiftly turned around only to crack his whip at the source of the voice. The source of the voice would be a cloaked man and as they fell to one knee, only their mouth would be revealed. He'd let out a growl of pain before speaking.
"Damn, you aren't the average mudskin, ain't you." The man would spit out before starting to stand up.
Instead of responding, Connak would grit his teeth as he cracked his whip at the cloaked man again and saw it got a hold on his arm. As a result, Connak would yank his whip and the man the cloaked man would get yanked forward and landed before Connak's feet. His cloak would fall off his head and when the man looked up to Connak, he'd have a disgusted look on his face.
"Easy there, I just want the coin so that I can get home." The man would grumble as he laid on the ground before the Suvial.
Connak would have a stern glare and then spoke in a gruff, stern tone as he began to step away. "You think I would give coin to someone I never hired? Don't make me laugh."
"No, but you came into my gang's territory and you failed to pay the toll. Hand over the coin knife-ears, or I'm going to kill you, right here, right now." The man would spit out as he swiftly got up and unsheathed a dagger.
Connak would stop where he was, lowly chuckled, and then swiftly turned around to crack his whip at the man's neck. The whip would be quick to move and wrapped itself around the man's neck before he could do anything. Connak would yank the man toward him and the man would fall before the Suvial's feet again. While the man was on the ground, he'd try to slash at Connak's ankles but only got his boots near the Achilles tendon. Connak would stomp on the man's dagger and then pulled his whip taught enough to make the man pass out. The man would growl out of pain and slowly lost consciousness. As soon as the man passed out, Connak would let his whip loosen and then shook it a bit so it could uncoil around the man's neck. After that, Connak would walk off and coiled his whip back up.
Music Shift
As he walked, he'd remember a time from his past and it'd go a bit like this:
The day is July 20th, and it'd be around noon. Connak would be about 16 and he'd be with his grandfather; Ral. The two would've finished training when Ran turned to the young Kathar.
"Connak, from the training that you've completed and the spare you've done very well in. I think it's time for you to obtain your house's weapon. I know you'll use it well and take care of it. After all, I was the one to teach and train you." The Altalar would say as he went to get a medium-sized wood box.
"What do you mean by that, Gramps? You think I'm worthy of getting a sword?" Young Connak would ask as he stood with a raised brow.
"Oh Connak, what you are about to receive is something far better than a sword or dagger." Ral would say as he handed the box over to Connak.
Connak's eyes would light up as he took the box and eagerly opened it up. As soon as the lid was completely off, Connak would grab what was inside and quickly pulled out... a whip. To some, this would mean little, but to Connak, it meant a lot. The young Kathar would have a smile from ear to ear as he held his whip in the air after discarding the box to the ground.
"Gramps, this means a lot. You know that my 'father' wouldn't approve of this nor let me keep the family going." Connak would say as he lowered his arm, still staring at his new whip.
"I know Connak, it's a shame that he does what he does to you. You are more of a man than he is, and that's something he can't admit. Granted, you are younger than him, but you can take a far worse beating that he ever can. Connak, when you are older, promise me that when you have children of your own, that you won't treat them as your father has. Also, be a better man than he is. Yes, he is a knight and yes, you aren't. Always show honor in your fights and always help the weak and innocent." Ral would say as he let his gaze bore into the young Kathar
"I can promise the things you spoke of." Connak would reply with a smile.
The memory would go on for a bit longer as the two talked.
Coming back to reality, Connak would've walked to the Old Gods temple and was seated by the Union of Water temple with the same whip in his hands. Granted, the whip would've been well worn and well cared for in terms of maintenance.
"Gramps, I never broke that promise." He'd start off as he stared at his whip. "Werebeast or not, I am a Fayden through and through. Regalia changes people, many can't handle the changes while very few can. I changed a bit and was able to handle it. Yet all you see is a beast, not the grandson you were proud of. Some day, I'll show you what I got and hopefully you'll understand why I took to my gift. But even then, you'll only see the beast within when I'm more than that beast. You say I cursed myself, I say I adapted to my surroundings." He'd add on. He'd shift his gaze out toward the city and stood up.
As Connak stood there, the moon would be behind him and his silhouette would be visible for anyone to see. His coat would gently wave in the wind. His head would be held up high. His arms, resting at his sides and his whip, coiled up nicely in his right hand.
Connak would stand like that for a long moment before heading to the solitude of his home, where he'd unwind from his day. He'd wait for his wife and children to head off to sleep so that he could sit in the living room to clear his thoughts to relax his mind and body better than spending time with his family. Eventually, he'd make his way up to the bedroom and crawled into bed along side his wife. He'd slowly fall asleep and he'd sleep until the rising sun's first light of dawn.
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Priceless Items: The Whip
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"It took you long enough."
"I ran into some trouble."
"So, where's the money?"
"I got it right here." Connak would say with a slight smirk as he reached for something under his coat…
Now, in Priceless Items...
Connak would pull out a whip and swiftly turned around only to crack his whip at the source of the voice. The source of the voice would be a cloaked man and as they fell to one knee, only their mouth would be revealed. He'd let out a growl of pain before speaking.
"Damn, you aren't the average mudskin, ain't you." The man would spit out before starting to stand up.
Instead of responding, Connak would grit his teeth as he cracked his whip at the cloaked man again and saw it got a hold on his arm. As a result, Connak would yank his whip and the man the cloaked man would get yanked forward and landed before Connak's feet. His cloak would fall off his head and when the man looked up to Connak, he'd have a disgusted look on his face.
"Easy there, I just want the coin so that I can get home." The man would grumble as he laid on the ground before the Suvial.
Connak would have a stern glare and then spoke in a gruff, stern tone as he began to step away. "You think I would give coin to someone I never hired? Don't make me laugh."
"No, but you came into my gang's territory and you failed to pay the toll. Hand over the coin knife-ears, or I'm going to kill you, right here, right now." The man would spit out as he swiftly got up and unsheathed a dagger.
Connak would stop where he was, lowly chuckled, and then swiftly turned around to crack his whip at the man's neck. The whip would be quick to move and wrapped itself around the man's neck before he could do anything. Connak would yank the man toward him and the man would fall before the Suvial's feet again. While the man was on the ground, he'd try to slash at Connak's ankles but only got his boots near the Achilles tendon. Connak would stomp on the man's dagger and then pulled his whip taught enough to make the man pass out. The man would growl out of pain and slowly lost consciousness. As soon as the man passed out, Connak would let his whip loosen and then shook it a bit so it could uncoil around the man's neck. After that, Connak would walk off and coiled his whip back up.
Music Shift
As he walked, he'd remember a time from his past and it'd go a bit like this:
The day is July 20th, and it'd be around noon. Connak would be about 16 and he'd be with his grandfather; Ral. The two would've finished training when Ran turned to the young Kathar.
"Connak, from the training that you've completed and the spare you've done very well in. I think it's time for you to obtain your house's weapon. I know you'll use it well and take care of it. After all, I was the one to teach and train you." The Altalar would say as he went to get a medium-sized wood box.
"What do you mean by that, Gramps? You think I'm worthy of getting a sword?" Young Connak would ask as he stood with a raised brow.
"Oh Connak, what you are about to receive is something far better than a sword or dagger." Ral would say as he handed the box over to Connak.
Connak's eyes would light up as he took the box and eagerly opened it up. As soon as the lid was completely off, Connak would grab what was inside and quickly pulled out... a whip. To some, this would mean little, but to Connak, it meant a lot. The young Kathar would have a smile from ear to ear as he held his whip in the air after discarding the box to the ground.
"Gramps, this means a lot. You know that my 'father' wouldn't approve of this nor let me keep the family going." Connak would say as he lowered his arm, still staring at his new whip.
"I know Connak, it's a shame that he does what he does to you. You are more of a man than he is, and that's something he can't admit. Granted, you are younger than him, but you can take a far worse beating that he ever can. Connak, when you are older, promise me that when you have children of your own, that you won't treat them as your father has. Also, be a better man than he is. Yes, he is a knight and yes, you aren't. Always show honor in your fights and always help the weak and innocent." Ral would say as he let his gaze bore into the young Kathar
"I can promise the things you spoke of." Connak would reply with a smile.
The memory would go on for a bit longer as the two talked.
Coming back to reality, Connak would've walked to the Old Gods temple and was seated by the Union of Water temple with the same whip in his hands. Granted, the whip would've been well worn and well cared for in terms of maintenance.
"Gramps, I never broke that promise." He'd start off as he stared at his whip. "Werebeast or not, I am a Fayden through and through. Regalia changes people, many can't handle the changes while very few can. I changed a bit and was able to handle it. Yet all you see is a beast, not the grandson you were proud of. Some day, I'll show you what I got and hopefully you'll understand why I took to my gift. But even then, you'll only see the beast within when I'm more than that beast. You say I cursed myself, I say I adapted to my surroundings." He'd add on. He'd shift his gaze out toward the city and stood up.
As Connak stood there, the moon would be behind him and his silhouette would be visible for anyone to see. His coat would gently wave in the wind. His head would be held up high. His arms, resting at his sides and his whip, coiled up nicely in his right hand.
Connak would stand like that for a long moment before heading to the solitude of his home, where he'd unwind from his day. He'd wait for his wife and children to head off to sleep so that he could sit in the living room to clear his thoughts to relax his mind and body better than spending time with his family. Eventually, he'd make his way up to the bedroom and crawled into bed along side his wife. He'd slowly fall asleep and he'd sleep until the rising sun's first light of dawn.
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