An Ol' Man's Memory: Katarn Dragonbourne RP

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As the old veteran walked in he inspected the setting he was in: it seemed like it was the living room, 25-square meters in area, with a window to the left of it, a flight of stairs at the back, and another doorway to the right; it had an old-fasioned desert-theme with artifacts of shapes, sizes and colors dotting the walls, with a comfy leather couch just beside the stairs.


A hunting trophy was placed beside the window, showing off the horns of a once great beast that was killed by a skilled hunter; below it was an old Corsair-make rifle, possibly the honored weapon used to ensure the success of the former-mentioned hunt. He noticed that it was scarred deeply by a huge gash on the gunbutt, but nevertheless looked like it still had some fights left in it.


Lucero showed the old man to the couch, who didn't take long to sit down and make himself comfortable.


"Forgive me for my rude introduction back there Senor, but I'm just being cautious. We Corsairs have to look out for each other, and strangers, especially armed ones, aren't immediately welcomed with open arms, no?"


[color=#99FFFF]"True words, lad, I understand...

"Uhm... Where be you sittin, laddy? It make me be feelin wrong on me part fer makin ye stand as the talk I'm gonna have with ye be long and possibly boring, HAHAHA!"


Lucero soon disappeared into the other room, and came out with an ivory chair which he used to sit to face Katarn, "There now... That feels much better.

"So, Senor, make it quick, please... I feel all the more uncomfortable as you stay here in my home with your... guns."


"Sure, sure, laddy, HAHAHA!!!" Katarn grinned excitedly at the young man, "... I be lookin fer someone I met from 40-50 years ago... She be a Corsair, like yerself. I was told by a friend o' mine that his own matey be knowin her from her childhood days, see...

"It be so long since I last saw her, see, so I be not sure as te how she looks like NOW, HAHAHA!... As far as the rumor went, she used te live here back when she was a wee lassy.

"I'm not sure if she be the same one I be lookin fer. He only be givin me the address te the place, see, so I comes and tries te investigate. Please... If ye know even a trace o' her, it would be a great help fer me... Her name be... Clare."


Lucero thought for a moment, trying to recall all the names he's ever know from his life, "... Hmmm... Clare... Clare..." He then remembers something from a far-off distant memory, and says in wonder, "... Senorita Clare?"


Katarn's eyes suddenly sparkle from anticipation at the reaction, "... You... you know o' her, lad?"


Lucero scratches his head in disappointment, and puts on a strangely-sheepish smile, "Uhm... That be a very, very old memory, Senor. Senorita Clare was my Grand-Mama, whom I only met when I was still a small boy! Pappy told me all about her in my bedtime stories, of how she used to be a wonderous adventurer of sorts...

"... Sadly, I've only had a chance to meet her once, back when I was only 4... If I remember right, I think I saw some sort of digital map she left on the table while she was sleeping. I inspected it and saw it as a search route that zig-zagged around the Malvada Cloud, if my memory serves me right..."


"Could ye give me yer feelin as te how this route went?"


Lucero hesitates and deeply thinks for a few more moments before responding, "... I... suppose there's no harm in doing so, Senor. After all, I am a bit curious as to how her expedition turned out... She hasn't come back again, as far as I know..." He disappears once again into the other room, and when he returned he had in his hands a PDA. He tapped a few buttons here and there, and when he was done he showed it to the old veteran, who was only too eager to look at it.

Katarn's eyes widened with a new hope, and was just about to stand up to leave when Lucero halted him, "Whoa there, Senor, wait a minute... I'm not yet down with explaining.


"The Malvada Cloud is a very sacred place, Senor. That is where Corsair initiates pass their rite into adulthood...


"In there, you might come across the ancient grounds of the Sacred Spirits, and the ancient burial place of our old ancestors... If you know what's good for you, Senor, you will leave these grounds... undisturbed...

"Oh... and one other thing... You should NOT expect any form of aid should you get into any form trouble, Senor, for rescuing fool-hardy strangers is not of our concern... So expect yourself to be alone when you take this journey into our sacred grounds, Senor."


"I understand, laddy..." He gets up from the couch, and shakes the hand of the Corsair firmly, "... Thank ye fer yer help. It be a pleasure te find at least a lead te her, HAHAHAHAHA!!!


"Ah... and one other thin... What may be yer fam'ly name, lad, just in case I be meetin her and be provin her identity...?"


The Corsair gave a wry smile and replied, "... Campeche, Senor... Lucero Vadiani de la Campeche is my full name..."


"... Campeche... Clare Campeche... Thank ye once again, Lucero." After he nodded his head for a small bow, he exits the house and closes the door behind him with consideration.


Lucero then sits on the couch and takes out a small locket from his left pocket... He opens the locket and it reveals the picture a beautiful young Corsair lady in a black-and-white setting. After staring at the picture for a moment, he breathes a deep sigh to himself, and falls on the couch to sleep.

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