bellandaritales
Bellandari Tales
This is a collection of stories revolving around Kheta, a character in a world different from ours. These stories are slices of Kheta's life, shared with us. There is currently no clear linear timeline. That aside, please enjoy the stories of Kheta's adventures, wherever she may be.
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The Brass Boars
The Brass Boar was a small group of like-minded adventurers traveling between cities who happened upon a wounded figure, alone and unconscious in an abandoned barn miles from the nearest crossroads. Bewildered by how she ended up in such a place, they tended to her wounds in hopes of answers.
After two days, the nameless woman stirred under the watchful eyes of Viessa, the Boar’s healing specialist. The mysterious patient made no effort to move and turned her gaze towards Viessa.
“Where am I?” A natural question for someone who was just unconscious, although slightly concerning. Her mental state must be quite poor.
“To be honest, I don’t really know.” Viessa answered. “This is a run-down, abandoned barn in the middle of nowhere, so I suppose that’s where you are. What I would like to know is how you got here and what these injuries are from, little girl.” She poked at a bandaged wound on the woman’s arm and gave a short smile.
“I, uh…I don’t remember much. I was walking on the road from the Twisting Fields, I think -”
“The Twisting Fields?!” Viessa interrupted, leaning closer. “Those are leagues away! It’d be impossible for you to make it here in such shape. When were you there? Did you have a horse? What about companions?”
The girl closed her eyes and with great effort attempted to recall any information that could be reduce the amount of questions being hurled her way.
“The last date I remember was, I think, a week after the Dawn, just after Windall fell. I was on my way to…where was I going?”
Viessa was soundly confused. None of that made any logical sense.
“Well, for now just rest up. You’re in good hands. We’ll take care of you and make sure you're healthy before you leave.”
“We?” The mysterious woman had not realized there were more people nearby.
“We call ourselves the Brass Boar. We’re just some adventurers passing through. We found you here after seeking shelter from the- oh, another time then.”
The nameless woman had drifted off into sleep as the medicine Viessa administered finally took hold. Viessa now had more questions than answers though. She finished bandaging a small wound on the woman’s side, pulled the blanket over her chest and left her to sleep in peace.
Viessa made her way towards the entry of the barn, whose wide doors were flung open, although now rotted into the ground - more walls, than door. Standing next to the remnants was Alren, who was staring out at the rapidly approaching storm. Alren was the leader of the Brass Boars who initially found the woman while looking for viable shelter. He was a tall and imposing figure, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. "Look like you belong and no one will question you!" He remembered his old mentor telling him. Good advice, it seemed, as anyone passing by now would likely assume he was performing important work and let him be.
Alren shifted his attention to Viessa as she came to stand next to him.
“How is our mysterious friend?” His voice firm, but worry easily found in it. He cast a quick glance towards the corner where the make shift infirmary was constructed.
“She’ll be fine now, I think. Her wounds are not so severe. I do fear there may be wounds I cannot treat." Viessa crossed her arms, resting her chin on one hand as she considered her patient.
“Oh? What did you find?” Alren, now more concerned.
“I asked her what she could remember. A location or a time. She said the last place she remembered was the Twisting Fields.” Viessa glanced up at Alren, catching his eyes go wide. He raised an eyebrow and scratched the back of his head.
“That’s no short distance.” He stated matter-of-factually. “With her wounds, there’s no way she would have made it that far. As it is, she’s got the gods to thank that we found her. Any longer and she might’ve been beyond even your reach.”
“Indeed. I wish that was the most confusing part though. I asked her what the last date she remembered was.”
Alren, not one to turn down a challenge attempted to guess the date.
“Let’s see,” he started. “based on the condition we found her in and our current state of affairs…" He rubbed his chin. "Hmm, I’d guess she’s been wounded maybe a week? So a date maybe just before then?
“Try three centuries ago.”
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