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What does a father do when he has to fight his own son

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Built into the cliffs overlooking the Suvan Sea, Riverfall resides on the edge of grasslands of Cyphrus where the Bluevein River plunges off the plain and cascades down to the inland sea below. Home of the Akalak, Riverfall is a self-supporting city populated by devoted warriors. [Riverfall Codex]

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Lo'campo Case: Desperate Measure

Postby Lo'campo on March 1st, 2016, 7:41 am

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Riverfall 12th of Summer 438 A.V

His morning started as any other would, quiet and alone. There he sat upon the floor of his home, legs crossed, arms resting in his lap. His eyes remain closed as he sat erect. His back straight, face forward, long silver hair flowing down his back and falling over his shoulders. This was his normal routine. Every morning for the past sixteen years he would awaken sometimes to a meal, other times to his training. Training, the word seemed to be equal to an empty shell to the young Akalak now. He remembered when training meant using one's hands, or weapons. Training meant strengthening one's body, or bettering one's use of a weapon, yet here he found himself for the past 16 years. Sixteen years of being locked inside of a house, to not know of the outside world, to hear the sounds of a constantly growing and aging place, only being able to see the sun when it reached a certain point and revealed itself through a crack in the wall.

A deep breath as he calmed himself. Sixteen years of being trapped behind walls, everyday being reminded that another day, another season, another year had passed without the pleasure of being to explore the outside without being on edge of seeing his father and being punished for escaping his prison. He knew that he could escape. The first threes seasons proved to be difficult, seeing that his father had place a sophisticated lock upon their door that proved hard to break thus rendering him stuck, but one learns a large amount of information being restricted, confined to the walls of a home. Quickly learning how to disarm the lock, he indulged in the pleasure of walking about the city. Only at night, and when his father was out as well, not wanting to risk the powerful Akalak learning of his escapes.

He knew that he could open the door, walk right out into the street, feel the warmth of the sunlight, see the sounds that he had heard only through the walls of his room. To experience the life of the day rather than to tour the city at night, looking at closed buildings wondering what they were and their use to the city. He could've at any moment he wished disapeared from his father's life, but he didn't. Instead he sat upon the floor with his legs crossed, hands laying upon his lap, sitting erect. Back straight, face forward, silver hair falling down behind his back and over his shoulders. Sitting alone left to meditate, to explore the depths of his mind seeking to enlighten himself to become sane, to kill the urge to take one's life from them.

So there he sat. Out of fear of his father? Fear of the eyes of the town's citizens? Looking down upon him labeling him a monster, a creature that didn't deserve to live among the common folk. Or was it a fear of himself? Fear that he would go out in the world and become an uncontrollable beast of a man. The answer he didn't know, but as for now he told himself that it was out of respect of his father's wishes. The man that had deemed him unfit, ripped everything that he built his life upon away from him, and locked him behind a door for sixteen years. He took another breath. His chest rising and falling. Calming the raging storm that lay in his being. A storm that had been growing, raging about. Becoming more violent with each tick of each day being confined like an animal in a cage.

"Bastard"

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Postby Lo'campo on March 1st, 2016, 8:57 am

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The voice had thrown him off. Caught him off guard and startled him. It sounded angry, restless, yet said the word as monotone and emotionless as possible. Years of being confined must have finally been taking it's toll on his mind. He knew that his father had not returned home from his errands, and was positive that none had entered their home being that there was only one entrance and exit, the door that he sat in front of. Brushing the voice off, he returned to his meditation. Practicing the art of clearing his mind from the outside forces. Cleaning his mental essence, purging it of darkness and filling it with light. His muscles relaxed, now exploring deeper into his mind. He remembered getting this far before, feeling removed from the boundaries of the world as if he could float from the floorboards beneath him. He pursued this feeling chasing after it as it called for him. Deeper into the hole he went, caring not for the world around him.

"Bastard. Kill the bastard."

The mysterious voice came again, louder this time, clear. It slowed his thoughts. The more it spoke, the more the feeling he chased began to disperse and be replace with a new feeling. A feeling that felt more familiar than the one he had been after. A new experience for the Akalak, an experience that he did not know how to approach. It was more than a voice, he felt a presence when it spoke. Another life force that was almost as strong as he. What was this? Was this the goal that he was looking for? There were so many questions to be asked. Who was this voice, what was it's purpose, was it here for the will of he? He didn't even know if this eternal being knew that he was here. He sat in silence. Letting it embrace him, unsure whether to respond or discontinue his meditation. Was he afraid? No, though he wasn't a fool either.

"Take hold of your blade, wait for him to return and strike the bastard down where he stands."

"Who are you?" He spoke without thinking, lightly biting his tongue as if he had spoken from his mouth. He waited in silence as if expecting the voice to answer. He didn't know if it were due to the strange occurrence, or because this was the first time he had heard the words of another person in his home, but he was very eager to hear a response from the voice.

"My name is Oumoc"

A smile upon his face. He wasn't going crazy. Had he connected with someone mentally through meditation? There was so much that the young and inexperienced mind wanted to learn about what was happening. He relaxed his body more, thinking that it would help this "connection" that he had. Quickly speaking not wanted to lose the voice.

"Hello Oumoc, my name is Lo'campo"

"Yes I know."

"How so? Have we met before?"

"In a sense, yes. Not the way that are now, but at one point and time one could theorize that our paths crossed way before this point.

The words big words confused the Akalak, but the conversation interested him.

"What are you doing here?"

"I want to escape this place, this building."

"So do I, but father-"

"Father? Father is the one that condemned us to this punishment. Precious Father should face the blade, struck down so we may escape.

"No. Father knows best. He is helping me with my problem. He says that I can be fixed."

"Ha! Fixed. How long have we been behind these walls while he comes and goes as he wishes? How much meditation have you done while he hasn't so much as sat upon this floor? You are perfect the way you are. He wants to fix nothing, but to keep you away from the world. He is envious of the natural talent that you possess. Afraid that his son will surpass him. Stand, let us go and show him that we are stronger."

"...I don't think that-

"You're right, you don't. That bastard father has brainwashed you. Come Lo'campo, let me show you the things that we can accomplish together.

Another moment of silence. He dare not speak to the voice again. Hesitant to move, to do anything, the familiar feeling from before began to resurface. Only this time, instead of being pulled from him, it now moved in a wave across his body starting from his toes, making it's way up his body. Mentally, he ran. Ran as fast as he could, the wave getting closer. It was too late, he knew it as it wrapped itself around him. Suffocating him at first until it had completely pulled him in. A feeling of higher existence. As if he had left his body and entered a world that could be described only by storytellers. Another thing that amazed and worried him about the transfer was that though he couldn't feel his body, he could see it. Moving, stretching, sitting, waiting. For what? Unsure of what was to unfold and what already unfolded, all he could do was watch as his body moved without him in control, as the sound of his father's voice being able to be heard through the door. Oumoc prepared for the man to enter, his intentions unknown to Lo'campo. The sounds of the locks moving tensed him up, though his body couldn't do anything he commanded at the moment. A grin from Oumoc as the adult Akalak entered the home.

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Lo'campo Case: Desperate Measure

Postby Lo'campo on March 1st, 2016, 9:27 pm

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The feeling of nausea slowly faded away as his senses began to sync with his brain. First was breathing of course, then hearing. Eyesight afterwards, taste, and finally the sense of touch as he began to feel his body being shaken. The feeling of being pulled into the physical world would be something that he would have to be accustomed to, still disoriented from his trip through the mind. He slowly began to gain use of the limbs as he lay on the floor. His hands moved allowing him to prop himself upwards. Things were moving at a fast pace, his legs beginning to regain stability allowing him to stand up, now focusing on regaining his balance. His light headiness began to fade, his balance becoming solid allowing him to stand tall and still. His body still shook though, why was it shaking so violently? And noise, this booming noise in his ears.

"Loxudeianis!", the name snapping him into reality full force. It was a name that he recognized, but that wasn't his name. He was Oumoc, not the one known as Loxudeianis. Opening his eyes, he stared into the eyes of another man. Tall, a blue-ish green pigment covering his skin. Was this? Yes it was. Father. "Lo'campo answer me!" The green Akalak demanded once more giving a hard shake.

"Yes father?" He answered, trying to persuade the man that he was indeed his beloved son to gain his trust and get him to lower his guard. The shaking stopped, finally to his benefit, allowing him to gather his bearing. "Are you alright son? I founded you on the floor." He knew the skill of Father, he was a mercenary, a damned good one at that. So to think that he would straight up choke the man was a thought quickly thrown out of the hat. If anything he would have a better chance kicking him between the legs, if he got lucky the man wouldn't catch the limb before it could connect. It was a move that he wouldn't try personally anyways, he thought of things like that cowardly like. If he was going to murder a man, he was going to do it as painfully as possible.

He must have been staring at father for a long period of time, the Akalak tilting his head at Oumoc as if in worry or doubt. "You sure that you're ok son? What were you doing?" He dropped his hands from the young Akalak's shoulders before turning his back and giving a bit of space between them.

"Oh, nothing father, I was only in deep meditation, doing as you asked, respecting your wishes, staying inside like I've always been doing for 16 years now."

He caught himself, hearing the anger seep from his mouth bit by bit. He did not want to blow his cover just yet. His strength was returning, he could feel the power in his muscles building. Father continued to have his back turned as he walked to the door blocking it's view as he locked it. Each click angered Oumoc, pushing his temper, stacking it atop of itself until it would inevitably topple over. His fist clenched, his knuckles large and hard. This was it, this would be his chance. Now he would show Lo'campo the power that they had all along, the power that would make them feared and respected greatly.

Foot in front of the other, he rushed father from behind. Fist up arm cocked back ready to follow through with the attack. He was mere inches from the head of the Akalak. This was it, this was freedom. His fist connected with a loud thud. Pain shot up his arm into his shoulder, his knuckles cracking from impact with the door. Petch he had missed. He turned in time to see the large green hands reach for him, clasping them in his own hands as a counter measure.

"What has gotten into you boy?" Father questioned. He was strong, Oumoc could feel his muscles straining to push back against his enemy's own strength, but for some reason the older Akalak held back greatly. Was it because he thought that he was still his son? A devious smirk crept across his face. A part of him wished to reveal to him that his son was currently unavailable at the moment, but another part knew that if that information was known then the larger Akalak may not hold back his strength.

Remembering the training from long ago, he placed one leg in between his opponents, letting the weight of the man come down upon him as he pivoted around letting father fall forward and around with his back now on the door. Time to attack using his forearm this time only to miss, striking the door once more. He felt a tight hold wrap around his waist before his feet left the ground. They moved across the room, not letting it distract him, fists of rage rained down upon father's back nearly bringing the mercenary down to his knees only after Oumoc was rammed into the wall. Recovering not as fast as he wished, he sent a knee to shatter the chin, to which it was caught and he was once again lifted, flipped onto the table where father now put his hands around his neck, eyes filled with anger and sadness. Sadness built upon self pity. Something Oumoc could use.

His grip tightened. Oumoc struggled to break free yet unable to move the man's strong bear like grip. Fa-Father please, don't." he choked out. Father's eyes began to water, his grip loosen a bit. His guard was down. Wasting no time, Oumoc snatched the vase from the table bringing it up and against father's head shattering the glass into shards. The man stumbled back, Oumoc rushed landing a hit to the poorly defended jaw going in for another strike before being countered once more pinned against the wall. "What is this?" The command barked out causing him to laugh.

"To think that you both are really that stupid. Like father like son. My name is Oumoc, the darker personality of your sorry excuse of a son. The look in father's eyes flashed of betrayal, disbelief, and guilt all in one. "Sixteeeen petchin years I stayed in this damned house, within the mind of that blue buffoon, following your every command. "Yes father, no father, yes,no" Well I've personally had enough. I want out I want to kill, and you will be my first victim."

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