Post by Phil on Aug 21, 2023 19:03:00 GMT
Ronkk is a mighty warrior, from a mountain clan of mighty warriors. Or at least, he tries to be.
Going on raids, hunts and trials, he was always a little behind the other Goliaths physically; but he always tried to keep up, show his worth, and not allow his smaller stature to be a hindrance.
Being considered a "Runt" by the others his age, he was constantly being bullied and beaten by his peers for being smaller and weaker than the other Goliaths in his clan. One day, having been summoned by his "friends" to partake in a "game", Ronk had an incident that changed his path.
Having been lulled in and beaten to the floor beneath the clan's sacred 'Fey Tree', sword knocked from hand; in defence, he picked up a small fallen stick from the ground nearby, with the intention of stabbing his aggressor in the eye. Only to everyone's surprise, upon seizing the makeshift weapon, a small, blurry edged fiddle with a purple glow appeared at his side, and began playing an uplifting, yet sorrowful tune that seemed to resonate with Ronkk's pain, anger, and upset. Rising from the ground, Ronkk felt something he'd not felt in a long time. A sense of self-confidence and courage.
In what seemed like a vent of frustration, he let loose a string of personalised, cutting insults in a mocking, yet sing song voice at his attackers. The fiddle's song continuing to play, Ronkk felt a comforting union between the eery tune, and his own feelings being hurled out verbally towards his aggressors. Still clutching the stick, he became aware that his hand seemed to be subconsciously conducting the instrument to play in time with his words and thoughts. The melody being produced was portraying his thoughts and feeling better than the furious words spewing forth through angry tears.
After some time, Ronkk's tirade of verbal bashing ended, the tune faded and silence fell beneath the Fey Tree. Stunned, and surprisingly hurt, his would-be abusers remained silent for some time, until one by one, they turned, paused, and began trudging back to their huts; each leaving downtrodden, depressed, and self-criticising.
Ronkk, looking around at the fiddle, watched as it seemed to melt away into the cool mountain air. Before looking down at the conducting stick clenched between his bloodied fingers.
Word reached the clan elders, and he was summoned before them.
Following a thorough grilling, and a demanded demonstration of Ronkk's new found abilities, it was suggested that he may be a "Fey Touched". Something not seen by the clan, since the days of the "Founding".
He was told to report to the Fey Tree the next morning, to begin the "Trials of the Song". However the following morning as the Elders waited between the giant roots, having performed the ceremony to open a portal in the trunk to the Fey Realm, Ronkk did not appear.
Ronkk, sick of the bullying, and scared at the mention of words like "Chosen" and "Destiny", packed his humble belongings, and made his exit during the night.
Unsure where to go, or what to do, he made his way out of the mountains, and began to seek areas of inhabitation. Over the next few months, he took on small jobs here and there wherever he could, struggling to make a living in this strange and more civilised chapter of his life.
However, as with all Goliaths, his ego remains fragile. He does not want people knowing about his silly little wand, and his vocal 'talents'. He is RONKK!... THE MYTEE WORRIOR! So he continues to try and be the first to charge into battle recklessly with sword in hand, often at the bemusement of others and ineffectiveness of self.
Going on raids, hunts and trials, he was always a little behind the other Goliaths physically; but he always tried to keep up, show his worth, and not allow his smaller stature to be a hindrance.
Being considered a "Runt" by the others his age, he was constantly being bullied and beaten by his peers for being smaller and weaker than the other Goliaths in his clan. One day, having been summoned by his "friends" to partake in a "game", Ronk had an incident that changed his path.
Having been lulled in and beaten to the floor beneath the clan's sacred 'Fey Tree', sword knocked from hand; in defence, he picked up a small fallen stick from the ground nearby, with the intention of stabbing his aggressor in the eye. Only to everyone's surprise, upon seizing the makeshift weapon, a small, blurry edged fiddle with a purple glow appeared at his side, and began playing an uplifting, yet sorrowful tune that seemed to resonate with Ronkk's pain, anger, and upset. Rising from the ground, Ronkk felt something he'd not felt in a long time. A sense of self-confidence and courage.
In what seemed like a vent of frustration, he let loose a string of personalised, cutting insults in a mocking, yet sing song voice at his attackers. The fiddle's song continuing to play, Ronkk felt a comforting union between the eery tune, and his own feelings being hurled out verbally towards his aggressors. Still clutching the stick, he became aware that his hand seemed to be subconsciously conducting the instrument to play in time with his words and thoughts. The melody being produced was portraying his thoughts and feeling better than the furious words spewing forth through angry tears.
After some time, Ronkk's tirade of verbal bashing ended, the tune faded and silence fell beneath the Fey Tree. Stunned, and surprisingly hurt, his would-be abusers remained silent for some time, until one by one, they turned, paused, and began trudging back to their huts; each leaving downtrodden, depressed, and self-criticising.
Ronkk, looking around at the fiddle, watched as it seemed to melt away into the cool mountain air. Before looking down at the conducting stick clenched between his bloodied fingers.
Word reached the clan elders, and he was summoned before them.
Following a thorough grilling, and a demanded demonstration of Ronkk's new found abilities, it was suggested that he may be a "Fey Touched". Something not seen by the clan, since the days of the "Founding".
He was told to report to the Fey Tree the next morning, to begin the "Trials of the Song". However the following morning as the Elders waited between the giant roots, having performed the ceremony to open a portal in the trunk to the Fey Realm, Ronkk did not appear.
Ronkk, sick of the bullying, and scared at the mention of words like "Chosen" and "Destiny", packed his humble belongings, and made his exit during the night.
Unsure where to go, or what to do, he made his way out of the mountains, and began to seek areas of inhabitation. Over the next few months, he took on small jobs here and there wherever he could, struggling to make a living in this strange and more civilised chapter of his life.
However, as with all Goliaths, his ego remains fragile. He does not want people knowing about his silly little wand, and his vocal 'talents'. He is RONKK!... THE MYTEE WORRIOR! So he continues to try and be the first to charge into battle recklessly with sword in hand, often at the bemusement of others and ineffectiveness of self.