I played Mount and Blade just last year. Okay I know I'm a little late to be playing it now...okay maybe a lot late but the point is, that the game offers you a lot of leeway in how you do things, most of the time. I didn't know this game existed until I found it in my friend's external drive. I figured what the heck and played it then suddenly I'm addicted, in just three weeks I went through 7 different playthroughs all with a variety of different approaches to how I played. I won't go into detail but suffice it to say, I was hooked and then recently I found this site while searching for something else entirely and got so caught up reading I just had to try my hand in writing a fanfic.
Anyway, all said and done I would like to say that I own nothing of this game franchise or its elements. I will mostly focus on Warband but will include several 'special' items that can be found within the camp menu *wink**wink*
Prologue: In the beginning
No one knows why but when I was born, I was born dead. My parents cried tears of joy as I was pushed out into the world but then those cries ceased and soon replaced with sobs of sorrow. I don't know what was going on at the time because I was in a dark place with the occasional flicker of light shining on my corporeal form. I hear voices but I didn't know from whence they came and I looked around trying to find the source, there was none in the dark but me.
Then suddenly I saw light, bright and warm, I squinted and then wailed out in annoyance. I was alive and I heard voices and cries of joy. By instinct I turned my tiny little head towards a single voice that I've been hearing since I saw the dark place, it sounded rough but held a hint of dignity and gratitude as it spoke to the person holding my bare pink form. I felt so tiny in this person's arms and even tinier when I was handed over to the familiar voice. I could make out a smiling face through my blurred vision but I couldn't help but laugh, I don't know why.
This elicited a joyous shout from the man holding me and he moved towards someone, he sounded excited while I hoped he didn't drop me. I heard him yelling, "...look. Its a beautiful baby boy!"
I made cooing noises when ibwas set into a pair of long delicate arms, which wrapped me ever so tenderly in a soft wool blanket and began kissing my nose and face. I let out a giggle, and got a light laugh in response.
"Oh Degan he's wonderful..." I hear adistinctively different voice from the other one, it was familiar and made me feel safe and warm. I noticed two large bumps cradling my right side and by instinct I felt my hunger rearing its head and I began to cry out once more.
"I thought wed lose-" the soft voice began but was cut off by the more deeper and somewhat rough voice.
"Don't think about it my love. He's alive and that's all that matters."
"Yes...oh...he's crying!"
"Milady, the babe is hungry. Let him suckle on your breast." Another soft voice offered, but this voice was not familiar and I would have cried out in fear but my hunger forbade me from doing so and when I felt one of the bumps nearing my face I automatically grabbed hold with my tiny fingers and began sucking hungrily. I let out the occasional moan of satisfaction.
"Ahh. This reminds me of someone." The familiar voice of...my mother? Yes, my mother...spoke up and although I couldn't really understand what was being said and what was going on, I felt a small tremor in my mother's body.
"Our son should be grateful I didn't suck your tits dry then." The deep familiar voice of who can only be my sire, my father, rumbled out in laughter.
"Language, Degan." My mother admonished him but I didn't care as I sated my hunger. Afterwards I began drifting off and soon I was sound asleep, peace and serenity. I felt free of the problems of life but then I felt something near the rear end of my body and it became insufferably uncomfortable! I tried shifting positions but it still bothered me until I couldn't take it any longer and let out a loud shrieking wail.
"Waaggghh!" I cried. "Waaagghhh!"
"Hold on! I'm coming sweet thing!" An unfamiliar voice called out to me but sensing it coming closer I cried even more no doubt irritating the voice. Then hands were upon me and try as I might, my feeble little hands could not fight off this strange assailant. "Well! Feisty little tyke aren't ya?!"
I felt something wet being wiped against my rear and that uncomfortable feeling began to disappear. When I was finally left alone I felt more at ease and relieved that I had not been kidnapped or killed! My mind is in a Jumbled state right now as images flash across my mind's eye showing me portents of...another life?! What is going on here!
HELLO THERE LITTLE ONE. ENJOYING YOUR NEW LIFE?
I...who...are...are you? What happened to me? Where am I? And why am I a baby?!
SLOW DOWN. NO NEED TO RUSH. TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION, YOU ARE...or were...KNOWN AS KEVIN MARDEN. YOU WERE KILLED DURING A TERRORIST ATTACK ON YOUR FLIGHT FROM LOS ANGELES TO LONDON. AS FOR WHERE YOU ARE...TELL ME, CAN YOU REMEMBER YOUR OLD LIFE?
UUh...yeah I guess. Its all still fuzzy but I'm beginning to remember...gods...how did it happen?
THREE SUICIDE BOMBERS MANAGED TO SNEAK THEIR VESTS AND UPON GAINING ACCESS TO THEM DETONATED THEIR EXPLOSIVES RIGHT AS THE PLANE TOOK OFF. THERE WERE NO SURVIVORS, OBVIOUSLY, AND IN ACCORDANCE WITH SECTION 15 OF THE REBIRTH CHARTER IN ARTICLE 3 OF CHAPTER 7, YOU AND THE 237 PASSENGERS OF FLIGHT 35, ARE HEREBY GRANTED EMERGENCY REBIRTH TO START LIFE ANEW.
...What?...
YOU ARE DEAD. THIS IS YOUR NEW LIFE.
I kinda got that. But you said all 237 passengers get to be reborn. How and where? Are there any here?
WELL...YES. BUT THERE ARE ONLY A HANDFUL OF YOU IN THIS UNIVERSE AND YOU'LL HAVE TO FIGHT TO SURVIVE IN IT-
Wait a minute! I didn't hear that right. Did you say universe?
YES. NOW DON'T INTERRUPT ME. AS I WAS SAYING, THERE ARE ONLY A HANDFUL OF FORMER PASSENGERS HERE IN THIS UNIVERSE, ONE YOU ARE FAMILIAR WITH. ALTHOUGH YOU'LL HAVE TO TRAVEL NORTH TO GET THERE.
What the heck are you talking about?! Who the heck are you?! And why aren't I in heaven or something?!
UNFORTUNATELY OUR RESIDENCE IN HEAVEN AND HELL ARE ALREADY BOOKED BUT AS PER THE CONDITIONS OF THE REBIRTH CHARTER, YOU AND OTHERS ARE ENTITLED TO BE REBORN INTO NEW LIVES...HOPEFULLY BY THEN WE'LL HAVE NEW HOMES READY FOR YOUR ARRIVAL...AGAIN.
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Let me get this straight. Heaven and hell are full...no room at all...so you're just reincarnating people into new lives in different universes and realities...am I right?
PRETTY MUCH, YEAH.
I don't want to know, do I?
ITS PROBABLY BEST IF YOU JUST WAIT UNTIL YOU DIE NEXT TIME.
So what exactly are you doing here?
I'M JUST CHECKING IN WITH THE NEW ARRIVALS TO THIS UNIVERSE. YOU'RE THE LAST ONE ON MY LIST BEFORE I TURN IN MY REPORT. BEST OF LUCK TO YOU AND IF I SEE YOU AGAIN...IT'LL BE TOO SOON.
WAIT! You still haven't told me who you are?!
YOU SERIOUSLY DON'T RECOGNIZE ME?
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HOW CAN YOU NOT RECOGNIZE ME?! I'M WEARING A WHITE TURBAN! I WEAR ROBES AND I HAVE THIS GODFORSAKEN BEARD!
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OSAMA BIN LADEN!
YES NOW IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME...I'M GOING TO TURN IN MY REPORT.
I had funny dream last night.
So here's the beginning. Its a prologue as you can see. Chapter 1 will come out later, and yes that guy was indeed who he was. I had this idea hanging around my head after playing my fifth play through. I was a Sarranid mercenary but then decided to carve out my piece of the pie from the Sarranids and soon I was the new Sultan. Anyway, this is to introduce our main character and later on we'll see him arriving at Shariz where his adventure will begin. His bio and background will be on my profile page so be sure to look it up there.
Review and give me your take on this.
