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• Memory • [Endor] The "Real" Blue Boy

Postby Hookor Crook » Mon Apr 16, 2018 7:50 pm

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704th Arc, 20th Trial of Saun

Norr Bay - Duchy of Endor

Blood, sweat, and tears. Those were the elements, if one could call them such, that the Outpost of Norr Bay was built on. Of course most ten arc old boys wouldn't care about such legend, or myth, or what have you.

Hookor was not most boys. In fact, he was so far from most boys, that one could make an argument that he was no boy at all. But he was. He was a blue boy. He could thank his Eidisi mother for that. That blessing and curse. Blessed with a thirst for knowledge, a hunger to know. Cursed to mockery, mockery for being different. Hookor, even in his childhood, would try to find the silver lining. The curse was merely a tool one could learn from. Always learning. In enduring the mockery, there was observation to be had. They feared him. Feared his difference. They made themselves feel better by making fun of his skin. This was their own weakness.

Such thought, such insight. No, Hookor was not most boys.

Horace Crook knew his boy was different. Not the powder blue hue of his skin, that was obvious. No, Horace knew his son was different, far different, on the inside. He was what many might call a "book worm". Always with his nose buried in a tome, rifling through pages long after his eyes should have closed out the candlelight. But Horace knew he needed more. A young boy, who would become a man, needed more than book learning to make it in the world. So Horace taught him. Taught him the things a good father would teach their boy. How to fish, how to chop wood, and of course, how to forge. It was quite ironic that the thing which Horace was best at, smithing, was the one skill that Hookor did not take to. Try as he might, Horace would never get Hookor to raise a hammer. The boy would learn, understand the skill, but then would simply collect the data, and head up from the furnace house to the Outpost Estate, and into the library. His employer, the Baron, was generous to him, and kind to Hookor. The Blue Boy spent hours and hours in the Estate Library...learning. Soaking in knowledge like a sponge took up the sea.

Hookor had many memories from Norr Bay. It was the only home he knew for most of his young life. At the age of ten, however, Hookor was several years away from the worst day of his life, the day his father passed. No, now the memories were that of reading and running. Running with Horace from the Smithy to their two bedroom house. Running from the local boy thugs who chided and mocked "The Blue Boy".

And such was the setting for the stories that would form the novel that was Hookor's past...
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[Endor] The "Real" Blue Boy

Postby Hookor Crook » Tue Apr 17, 2018 3:18 pm

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Casey. She was so vivid in his mind, that Hookor could hear her voice, smell the lilac in her auburn hair. She wore it short. Short compared to the customary length girls wore it then. That he remembered too. They were alike in many ways. He was tall, even then, and stood half a foot over most of the boys in Norr Bay. She was tall as well...and lanky.

And they ran together. Running, always running. She and he. The Blue Boy and the Tom Boy. Peas in a pod, Horace would say when they ran by the Forge. She was long gone from his life as an adult, but in his mind, she was always there. Casey. Hookor knew what love was, but was not sure if it was love he felt for her. He loved her, but perhaps not in love with her. At ten arcs, who was in love with anyone?

And they would read together. Always reading. When he could sneak her in, Casey and Hookor would spend hours in the Baron's Library. He would read to her, and she would listen. Then she would find something, and read it to him. He was into academics, she more so fiction. The adventure type. Hookor never understood the fascination with such tall tales. More Legends. More Myths. More nonsense he thought. But still, he would patiently lay there, on the rugged floor of the library, she by his side, and listen to her stories. Sometimes he wondered if she was really reading, or just telling the story from her own mind. In reality, he didn't care. He was with her, and she with him.

Peas in a pod.

But things change, and people change. They were no different. They grew up, and grew apart. Priorities went from running and reading, to working and then leaving. Casey's father got a position at a depot further up the coast. And that was that.

Or was it? Perhaps one day Hookor would hear the voice, and smell the lilac once again...
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[Endor] The "Real" Blue Boy

Postby Hookor Crook » Thu Apr 19, 2018 7:11 pm

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Captain Thomas


A giant of a man. At least to a boy of ten arcs, he was a giant. Hookor knew him as Captain Thomas, and he was a senior officer with the local knighthood, the Moseke Knights. They were the protectors of the people, and property, of Norr Bay. Frequent raids from pirates and thieves made such protection essential. Norr Bay was rich in minerals, despite much of its citizenry living in near squalor.

The first time Hookor saw Captain, or "Sir", Thomas (as many addressed him) was at the Baron's Forge. Crook's father, Horace, had a reputation as one of the better weaponsmiths in the Bay, and Thomas had hired him to forge a fine steel long sword. The "Blue Boy" had just come back from the library, where he had spent several breaks reading with Casey, when he saw the large knight standing across from Horace, eyeing the finished blade.

"It is magnificent."
he said to Hookor's father. "Well balanced..." he swung it around quickly, "...and light as a feather." another swing of the sword. Horace smiled politely, and feigned humility.

"It is an honor to have made it for you, Sir Thomas."
Horace replied. Thomas patted the elder Crook on the back.

"Tom, Horace. Call me Tom."
he said with genuine good nature. Horace nodded.

"I am just glad you like it Tom."
Horace said, still hesitant to speak to the well respected captain by his first name. At that moment Hookor moved a little, his worn shoed feet scuffing loudly in the momentary silence. Thomas turned, and Horace did the same.

"Who is this fine young lad?"
The knight asked, as he smile down at Hookor. Horace hesitated a little. He likely didn't think Hookor saw, but he did. He had seen it before. Hookor knew his father loved him, but also knew that...well that life was complicated. Young Crook was a half breed. His father was human, but his mother was Eidisi. This made his life even more complicated then most. Mixed races were often mistreated, looked down upon by those who had pure lineage.

But not Captain Thomas. He did not flinch, did not draw back. There was no disappointment, or search for explanation in his eyes.

"This...this is my boy. Hookor."
Horace finally responded. He smiled weakly, but Thomas paid no attention.

"Hookor, you say."
the knight began. He continued to look the young half man in the eyes. "Well, Hookor, tell me boy, how many Arcs are you?" he asked. Hookor, totally shocked the big warrior would even acknowledge him, let alone speak to him directly, stumbled for the answer.

"Umm..I am...well, I am ten full arcs, my lord."
he finally answered. The knight smiled broadly, then looked up at Horace.

"He is a big lad for only ten arcs. Must be his Eidisi blood." he said, his smile not fading. Horace seemed a little...embarrassed.

"His mother was very tall."
senior Crook responded. Hookor took that in too. Always observant, the young boy noticed...and understood the uncomfortable nature the conversation seemed to be taking, from his father's perspective. Hookor shifted his gaze from his father, back to the knight. Thomas made eye contact with him once again.

"Well, very tall Hookor, Perhaps one day we will meet again. A future knight, hmmm?" he said, a question at the end. Hookor almost laughed aloud at the comment, but did not for fear of his father removing his head from his shoulders.

"Ummm...yes, maybe, my Lord."
he finally spoke. Captain Thomas chuckled, then patting Horace on the back once more, tossed a small but hefty bag atop the nearby table. The sound it made was unmistakable. It was coin. A bag full of nels.

"I'll tell others of your fine work, Horace." Thomas said as he began to move to the door of the forge. Before he left, he turned briefly to Hookor, and winked with a grin.

"We'll see you later, Sir Hookor."
he said, and then was gone.

Captain Thomas was right...partly. They would meet again, but not as fellow knights. That would be one of the saddest days that Hookor would see. But that...that was a story for another time...
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