"Hush
little Hume" A genital woman cooed over the infant Hume wrapped
in cloth on the ground in a bundle. She tickled the small child by
sticking her finger to his stomach. The baby giggles and grabbed at
her finger. Blood ran down her finger. Her midnight black armor was
died red with blood. "Hush little Hume, be good, be proud, and
live free" She whispered and dropped to the dirt, her fair blond
hair matted with blood. A big man picked the child out of the arms of
the dead woman. "Good by Electra Lionsblood." He said in a
gruff voice and used a sausage sized finger to close her eyes. The
sound of feet grew louder. The big man hid the child on the ground
behind a bush and stood over the fallen girl. Several mages rounded
the bend. "That's far enough!" The big man bellowed
holding a spear at arms length.
"We must make sure the seed
of that trader does not spread." A Hume Black Mages yelled as
his hands spun casting a spell. A spatter of blood hit the wall and a
head rolled to lie next to the child. Its eyes lifeless, its mouth
open in a horrific gasp. "White and back should not mix in the
hands of those who seek to use it for evil." An Elvan Red Mage
yelled as he shoot a fire ball at the fat man. The man charged and
the blood of the three robes mixed in puddles on the
ground.
"Albert! I heading out!" A young voice
snapped as a Hume, clad in a snappy outfit stooled out of a junky
house in the residential district of Bastok.
"Yerm....ya be
back..." A gruff voice muttered from a cluttered bed room.
The
Hume hit the markets. "Hay!" The Hume said with a quick
slap on the but to a passing Mithra wearing Sandorian who turned to
slap him on impulse but when she turned around he wasn't there. Close
to 3 years after the night a Dark Knight was hunted down for using
white magic to enhance her dark magic a gruff looking Hume and a
little kid moved into a junky house in Bastok. Known for being a
ruffian, the child grew into the town's Casanova, hitting on
fogginess and batoken's alike. 14 years to the day, VanRiku
Lionsblood took up his gruff guardian's spear and took to venturing
outside the walls of Bastok.