Hexatron Tales - Respect

Prologue

The realm of Rippel is a place of chaos and advancement, like a stone dropped into water it creates ripples and depending on where these waves or ripples meet it shall change its outcome. The places in Rippel consist of many factions, but there are two main factions that define Rippel. The faction of Tranquillity, whose people require immense amounts of arcane or divine concentration to search for true advancement or perhaps ascension and the faction of Chaos, whose people find that experimentation, is far more effective in advancement and transformation. There have been many wars fought and lost in the struggle of which faction will succeed the other. During a time perhaps an eon ago there was a great war more catastrophic than any battle fought, which change the face of Rippel for the next generation. By great tranquillity the Void was opened and by the erratic nature of chaos the Pulse had warped time and space itself. No one of any race or existing faction has any knowledge of how the Void or the Pulse were thrust onto the land of Rippel but they remain for the brave and foolish to explore.

– Father Eirths of Sector 228, 437AT (After Thrust).

Chapter 1 – A pauper’s life

My life is a struggle every day. As a halfling and as someone has been born through war and anguish. The land where I was born was one with life and full of joy. A life short lived, when the war began. We small folk had no way to defend ourselves. We hid. We ran. But the war was just too big for us. Too violence, too cruel, and indiscriminate. We were not part of the war. We did not take sides as we as a race thought neutrality as a safe answer. But the fighting was so intense that both sides drifted from one part of the continent to another. This is why magic and technology should stay apart. I only know of the stories of how our race was blasted from our homes during the battles of equilibrium.

I was no older than a young boy when the battles were fought. The surviving elders have always told the stories of how they were saved by the knights. Saved from the war. Saved from the suffering and most of all saved from the pain. But lives can always continue but life must always change. After being rescued we were discriminated as the rumours of halflings being thieves spread like wild fire. We were treated as normal refugees but after a few weeks, maybe months all halflings were treated like thieves. I only remember the slums. I live in the slums and even then we were treated like rats. Traytos was a place of technology and we were mostly farmers and breeders. Stealing was not in our nature but looking like mischievous children all our lives we gave off an impression of being thieves. I was always good but sometimes, larger races such humans and half-orcs would force us to steal just to stay alive.

The beatings happened very regularly unless you were fast or discreet. I learned quickly that to survive in this city we halflings needed to rely on the bigger races. But our old allies, elves and dwarves had their own problems. So I decided when I grew up I would be a knight to save my fellow halflings. A knight of my dreams.

Chapter 2 – The Ideal Knight

A person with virtue. Someone with bravery. The courage to inspire. Victory for all that believe in justice. Valour in combat and finesse in conflict. A tall dashing man that strikes fear in his enemies and encourages those all around him to treat others better.

A man in shining armour, a warrior that can do anything, to be able to aid the sick and help the people. I want to be like a soldier that can gain the admiration of the people without the scorn of their race. To have great passion for life and to have a path of good and righteousness. To serve and to protect, to save and to provide. To have the nobles esteem, I want to be their reliable fighter, to have their influence, to partake in their wealth.

I want a place filled with companions and comrade of the same views. The same path, a life filled with adventure and live life to the fullest. To see the cheers of the people with each triumph. To defeat the evil and allow good to prosper. I want a life like that. I want it to be filled with joys and cheers. Happiness and laughter. To live a life that can endure and conquer, the struggle of sadness and suffering. To fell the wrong doings of the wicked. To defeat those who use evil as a means of power.

I want to be a man, a warrior, a soldier, shining force of truth and justice. A force that protects the weak and helps the innocent. An authority to uphold good tidings and laws to protect those that need it most. Someone to rely on. A good person. A person like me.

Chapter 3 – The tale of sector 133

Now all tales start with valiant heroes and malicious villains fighting for either justice or perhaps chaos but in this story it at least has both of those elements in mind with one exception. The hero of this tale was born to be one, breed from noble stock and just as arrogant as any large knight with only his honour to lost and a beautiful maidens graces to uphold. The story is of a kingdom of magic and chaos that was full of jealousy and greed, so much so that they had decided to kidnap the beautiful princess of gears and technology to gain not only the control of the sector but also for the utmost dominance of the ways of supremacy for advancement.

That’s just what the king of Traytos had told its people to rally them to his side but the real story goes back before any one in any of the clan wars would remember or even before the metal arachnids were manufactured. It was a time of two sides trying to oust best the other through chaos or the magical and divine arts, or through wild unpredictable experimentations and inventions. Sectors all over Rippel were indeed at war; physically, politically and pragmatically but violence was always the result to proves who was right or who was weak.

All beings in Rippel have learned from history and the mistakes that have formed our rock of a world but unfortunately two sectors in all of the Rippel have been duelling for supremacy ever since they were separated from a single sectors. The reason for such a split was made for the children of royalty, the twins born from such a family. The king at time thought it best to have his most prominent son to rule the kingdom but boys will be boys and a rivalry soon formed.

A simple chore became a contest of who was the best. Chores became contests, training became duels, duels became battles, and battles turned to conflict. And every sane person knows what happens to over exaggerated conflict… it turns to all-out war. The fighting needed to be stopped as it started to become yet another Thrust, so the great ruler at the time decided to cut the sector in half.

Now you might think the king should have simply said “Son, my son born 4 clicks – 4 seconds – before the other, here have this part of the map… and my little boy born 4 clicks after, here have that part of this map ” in a gallant speech. No he actually (or at least that’s what I have studied) used his most powerful spell to blast the centre of the fighting and split the north and south parts of the land apart. The spell was rumoured to be the size of grey moon and supposedly the shape of a glaive. Anyway with the fighting at least halted by the ruler’s declaration that both of his sons would be at peace once they both ruled their own kingdom.

Sure it worked, his sons were at peace for as long as the great king lived but a single generation of boredom after the sons’ descendants were yet again at each other’s throats. Sixty-third descendant later I continue this history lesson. Now then, this story begins when the princess of Traytos is captured by one of the wily assassins’ of Bataros. That is when the greatest hero of Traytos valiantly risks life and limb to traverse enemy territory defeating enemies and monsters alike to rescue our fair maiden.

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