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History Of The Hound
John Leavenworth named for his father, the heir to a noble family residing in Bowerstone. Before the incident John was a loved child he enjoyed hunting pheasants by rifle with his father and the family dog. Then at nights practicing swordplay with one of the servants, his mother thought the world of him, his father and the rest of the family however were sometimes at risk from Johns explosive temper, the boys anger grew more dangerous with each passing year.
At first it seemed like a rare occurrence, but eventually the boy came to be near enough what the common people called a berserker. Nothing but the boys mother could calm him. When she died Johns father lost patience for the child, and often locked the boy in his room. On a summer night Johns father had the pleasure of his son being calm as he used to be, they hunted the birds once again, near the end one of the new servants made a mistake, a simple slip of the tongue.
The poor girl made a joke. John erupted he instantly shot the maid dead, without thought his father set his hound on the boy, training had been placed for many years on to deal with the boy. The dog wasn’t exactly a friend of John. John sick of being put down by the old b*tch, began beating at the dogs neck trying to free his other arm.
The lord of the house Johns father shouted for help to restrain the boy, soon John began biting the dog taking a chunk of its ear, blood covered his mouth the dog yelped and let go. John jumped to the dog, stamping upon the things neck, and beating it with a rock from the pebble ornaments, furiously beating the dog sick of its teeth, sick of being restrained. Men came running, they grabbed the boy, John shaking trying to free himself, still holding the rock he hurled it at his father.
“Tell them to let me go b*st*rd” he cursed.
Johns fathers head dropped, tears fell from all the manors inhabitants that day. The next morning, the manor had one less heir. John was escorted out of the house, with nothing but the clothes on his back. His family wept, John did not.
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John walked far from the house, from the rich districts that belonged to his father. He eventually stopped at the docks and the slums, where the whores, the poor, and the rats dwell. There he slept, in the gutters. Morning broke, John awoke in a dark place, vile people cough in his air, they spread their disease.
He avoided people when he could, when the time came his stomach rumbled. Not knowing what to do, John took some bread from a oblivious baker. Many nights and days had the boy come to terms with what he done, eventually the boy realised he had killed a woman, and his dear fathers Lucy, the basset hound.
John left his name and past near the tavern, and began anew.
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Many years passed in the slums, the once noble John had visits from guards, when he came of age, he was arrested for stealing. The news travelled to the Leavenworth house. Johns sister came, now a woman she was pregnant.
She spoke to John giving him her love, and informing him of the name first born daughter, Lucy. Lucy she said, they had named their daughter after the basset hound. They still mourn her death thought John.
His sister nodded at his thoughts and words, she left him with Lucy’s old collar still covered with blood, old blood. The collar was soon thrown to mud, but the name stayed with him.
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In the following years John called himself Basset, he hated the name, yet it was needed to maybe give him control, control over this torment of anger. The boy had nothing left, he soon began to make friends, friends with bullies, when the group of friends grew they began setting their sights on pick pocketing, and mugging. Soon Basset took on a job for the group without their consent.
The job was to silence guard, who was investigating a gang of bandits in the city. The group was angry at Basset, murder was murder, they’d all go to jail or worse. A fool they called him, he left the so called friends and done the job alone.
The guard was on a weekend shift covering for a friend, Basset approached, innocent it seems to the guard, the man leant down to the Childs height asking what was wrong, Basset sliced the mans neck with a shard of glass from a window he shattered earlier. Before the man fell dead Basset was running for cover.
Bassets heart pounded harder, faster, Basset laughed, murder was only wrong on a known relative it seems. Basset began taking more jobs such as this, the criminals of Bowerstone loved the kid, a child with the remorse of a pirate.
The bandits called him Basset the beast, as he grew to the age of sixteen, they gave him his first woman, drunk and drugged she was. Basset enjoyed the ancient art of becoming a man like no other. Soon he became a full member of the bandit clan.
Soon however the bandits got to know the real Basset, his anger coming out on the people refusing him, defying him. He eventually became a man at eighteen, yet he was lacking a few feet of height, his friends often made fun of him for this, short and broad they said.
Soon however he left the bandit gang, seeing guards come down heavily on other gangs in the city, he estimated his gang would be next. He left the city by port, he joined a ships crew. Basset became quite the brute aboard ships, his love for brutality led him to join other crews of questionable cargo. This new crew were more fitting and similar to Basset, they often boarded other ships stealing their valuables.
Basset spent a
four and a half years on the sea’s taking what he wanted, gold, blood, women. Soon he missed the soft earth beneath his feet. He left the crew at the docks of the old town of Snowspire. With his acquired gold he could at last afford his own life.
He stormed the shops buying weapons of worth, and paying the local tailor to sow him some fashionable robes. The rest he lost on ale, women, and cards. Walking around the town people often mistook him for a mercenary, soon he began to accept it, and took on odd jobs protecting traders, killing beasts, stealing for bandits, helping guards. The man was obsessed with gold, women, ale, and fighting. No peace could be seen in him doubtful it would ever touch him.
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Not a story, but the background behind my beloved character Basset the beast. Not a fully complete or revised peace, so not my most prized piece of work.
Hermit
John Leavenworth named for his father, the heir to a noble family residing in Bowerstone. Before the incident John was a loved child he enjoyed hunting pheasants by rifle with his father and the family dog. Then at nights practicing swordplay with one of the servants, his mother thought the world of him, his father and the rest of the family however were sometimes at risk from Johns explosive temper, the boys anger grew more dangerous with each passing year.
At first it seemed like a rare occurrence, but eventually the boy came to be near enough what the common people called a berserker. Nothing but the boys mother could calm him. When she died Johns father lost patience for the child, and often locked the boy in his room. On a summer night Johns father had the pleasure of his son being calm as he used to be, they hunted the birds once again, near the end one of the new servants made a mistake, a simple slip of the tongue.
The poor girl made a joke. John erupted he instantly shot the maid dead, without thought his father set his hound on the boy, training had been placed for many years on to deal with the boy. The dog wasn’t exactly a friend of John. John sick of being put down by the old b*tch, began beating at the dogs neck trying to free his other arm.
The lord of the house Johns father shouted for help to restrain the boy, soon John began biting the dog taking a chunk of its ear, blood covered his mouth the dog yelped and let go. John jumped to the dog, stamping upon the things neck, and beating it with a rock from the pebble ornaments, furiously beating the dog sick of its teeth, sick of being restrained. Men came running, they grabbed the boy, John shaking trying to free himself, still holding the rock he hurled it at his father.
“Tell them to let me go b*st*rd” he cursed.
Johns fathers head dropped, tears fell from all the manors inhabitants that day. The next morning, the manor had one less heir. John was escorted out of the house, with nothing but the clothes on his back. His family wept, John did not.
----------
John walked far from the house, from the rich districts that belonged to his father. He eventually stopped at the docks and the slums, where the whores, the poor, and the rats dwell. There he slept, in the gutters. Morning broke, John awoke in a dark place, vile people cough in his air, they spread their disease.
He avoided people when he could, when the time came his stomach rumbled. Not knowing what to do, John took some bread from a oblivious baker. Many nights and days had the boy come to terms with what he done, eventually the boy realised he had killed a woman, and his dear fathers Lucy, the basset hound.
John left his name and past near the tavern, and began anew.
----------
Many years passed in the slums, the once noble John had visits from guards, when he came of age, he was arrested for stealing. The news travelled to the Leavenworth house. Johns sister came, now a woman she was pregnant.
She spoke to John giving him her love, and informing him of the name first born daughter, Lucy. Lucy she said, they had named their daughter after the basset hound. They still mourn her death thought John.
His sister nodded at his thoughts and words, she left him with Lucy’s old collar still covered with blood, old blood. The collar was soon thrown to mud, but the name stayed with him.
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In the following years John called himself Basset, he hated the name, yet it was needed to maybe give him control, control over this torment of anger. The boy had nothing left, he soon began to make friends, friends with bullies, when the group of friends grew they began setting their sights on pick pocketing, and mugging. Soon Basset took on a job for the group without their consent.
The job was to silence guard, who was investigating a gang of bandits in the city. The group was angry at Basset, murder was murder, they’d all go to jail or worse. A fool they called him, he left the so called friends and done the job alone.
The guard was on a weekend shift covering for a friend, Basset approached, innocent it seems to the guard, the man leant down to the Childs height asking what was wrong, Basset sliced the mans neck with a shard of glass from a window he shattered earlier. Before the man fell dead Basset was running for cover.
Bassets heart pounded harder, faster, Basset laughed, murder was only wrong on a known relative it seems. Basset began taking more jobs such as this, the criminals of Bowerstone loved the kid, a child with the remorse of a pirate.
The bandits called him Basset the beast, as he grew to the age of sixteen, they gave him his first woman, drunk and drugged she was. Basset enjoyed the ancient art of becoming a man like no other. Soon he became a full member of the bandit clan.
Soon however the bandits got to know the real Basset, his anger coming out on the people refusing him, defying him. He eventually became a man at eighteen, yet he was lacking a few feet of height, his friends often made fun of him for this, short and broad they said.
Soon however he left the bandit gang, seeing guards come down heavily on other gangs in the city, he estimated his gang would be next. He left the city by port, he joined a ships crew. Basset became quite the brute aboard ships, his love for brutality led him to join other crews of questionable cargo. This new crew were more fitting and similar to Basset, they often boarded other ships stealing their valuables.
Basset spent a
He stormed the shops buying weapons of worth, and paying the local tailor to sow him some fashionable robes. The rest he lost on ale, women, and cards. Walking around the town people often mistook him for a mercenary, soon he began to accept it, and took on odd jobs protecting traders, killing beasts, stealing for bandits, helping guards. The man was obsessed with gold, women, ale, and fighting. No peace could be seen in him doubtful it would ever touch him.
______________
Not a story, but the background behind my beloved character Basset the beast. Not a fully complete or revised peace, so not my most prized piece of work.
Hermit