Cursed Khajiit
Ra'Ziid and Ariskah. Lovers, bound to an untimely fate. They run down to the bay with haste. This was not in excitement for a vacation or relaxing. For their newborn son was not conceived according to the customs of the tribe our lovers belong to. Punishment would be certain death not just for the lovers. For the poor infant as well, whom would now be marked "cursed" by the tribe. Thus, upon the secret birth of his "cursed" son, Ra'Ziid plotted to send his blood kin away. Send him south to the port city. In a make-shift cradle. To civilization where the newborn MAY have a chance at life. To the surprise of our unfortunate parents, word had gotten out once another tribe member noticed the lovers running swiftly into the shadows with a strange object that resembles a cradle. Ra'Ziid and Ariskah are executed. Death by asphyxiation. Furious as to the blasphemy that has taken place. Our tribe leader begins the hunt for the "cursed" Khajiit.
Our "cursed" Khajiit infant starts his southbound journey during the most beautiful sunset. His rocky adventure ends in the small chance that he will survive. Caught by the eye of a Khajiit fisherman relaxing in his boat on the water. Searching the sky, and studying the stars it has to offer. With a passion for tales of thieves and deft hands, it would be devastating for a seeker of knowledge to miss out on these stars tonight. However, our curious fisherman becomes alerted by a strange object floating in the water. Caught his eye as it floats across the moonlight reflection. Our fisherman takes row and makes way towards what could be treasure or a trap. Getting closer, this unidentified object appears to be some type of box? No, a cabinet? A little closer, it appears to be a cradle. Suddenly a sound. Quiet, yet high-pitched mew sounds. Even closer now the mew turns into a cry. The cry turns into a shriek, and it's getting louder. Unfamiliar with children our fisherman, needless to say, was shaking in his breeches! Is this a trap set up by rival, envious fishermen? Imperials maybe? Driven purely by curiosity, our fisherman creeps his brow over the edge of the cradle...It's a little Kit! Many, many thoughts rushed through the mind of our fisherman; WHO PUTS AN INFANT KHAJIIT...IN A CRADLE...INTO THE WATER...AT NIGHT...WHERE IMPERIAL SCUM MIGHT FIND HIM?! Our fisherman quickly decides to take the unclaimed Kit home to his wife. She shall be pleased considering she has yet to bear any children of her own with our fisherman no matter how many sleepless nights they have tried. No matter. Our fisherman plans to raise this child, teach him, mold him into a legend foretold by the stars. Ja'Baan-Dar, has finally manifested.
Our tribe leader is still enraged! Not only does he have to reconcile the blasphemy that took place on his land years ago. The "cursed" Khajiit lives unbound to the tribe that once was dedicated to kill him. Though he does not feel justified, our tribe leader comes to terms with letting Baan-Dar live. Yet he still wishes to bring the "cursed" Khajiit back "home". Ha! Our fisherman is the only soul who knows the fate and destiny of Ja'Baan-Dar for he created the foretold destiny and lives to shape this fate. However, secrets are not always safe. Baan-Dar and our fisherman return back home after some combat training with the mudcrabs at the shore. A young adolescent Baan-Dar sits patiently at the table while our fisherman prepares dinner and dessert. Still awaiting our fisherman's wife to return. Only to be interrupted by an unfamiliar knock at the door.