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Barfoof visits the grave of his brave son, Cato, with his adopted son Dacks.
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In a well lit crypt beneath the mountain laid a ornate tomb of marble and stone, the sarcophagus was one of many in a grand hall of heroic Hares of the ages, each depicting the Hare that had died. Many heroes of the Long Patrol with long, fulfilling careers were buried with honors in these crypts, as it wasn’t for all singular Long Patrol members. Many were forgotten, simply left in the peaceful darkness. Only one otter was buried in this place, and that was the adopted son of Basil Stag Helm, Cheek, who was given full honors for a deed that has long since passed in the world. Two lonely creatures however inhabited a small crypt, with a single ragged Hare and squirrel looking over one of the more recent additions to the tomb, looming like a shadow over it. Both were wearing a reddish vest over their Long Patrol garments, the hare adorned with various metals and having a rapier at his side. The squirrel was more simple, placing a wreath down upon the crypt depicting a smiling Hare upon the marble.
Here lies Cato Vosh Veegnuff, Hero of the War in Kasg the Craven, He Defended Salamanderstron in the Year of the Black Snows, Beloved son of Captain Barfoof Vosh Veegnuff. May his memory never fade, and may he join his ancestors in peace.
Barfoof touched the grave, his companion Dacks, a young squirrel of the north, comforted his adoptive father with a pat on the back.
“I wish I knew him well.”
“I wish you knew him well as well, my boy.” Barfoof didn’t cry, but a slow burning fire entered his eyes. It was a brutal fire. Damn you, curse you, to hell with you Biggum. He was a bright boy, my boy.
Dacks came to know that fire in Barfoof’s eyes well, he saw the same fire when the Hare practically leaped into Kasg’s main encampment, cutting down vermin with rapier as he went. He was but a child then, a slave in the horde. The Hare impressed greatly, a brave warrior who cut down bandits and thug with long swipes, angry and violent as he and his division tore into the enemy. He saved him from that life of toil, and followed him gladly into Salamandastron. Barfoof had raised him to march, stand at attention, and to read. He followed in everywhere, including his rather controversial campaign in northern Mossflower.
Barfoof spent the post war in one of two ways, grieving his son, and avenging him. Vermin fled in terror of the Long Patrol in those years, Barfoof had gone far and beyond to personally slay each and every vermin he got his hands on. Many fled north, some fled east. Barfoof never fully forgave Biggum for commanding his son to put down his life and his career to defend the mountain from siege, it had been a stupid mistake in his eyes. Biggum had commanded the Hares to decimate the vermin ranks outside the mountain walls, distracting and injuring the main horde long enough for the badger lord and the general to take down Kasg once and for all. Barfoof ran thousands of scenarios in his head, each one more fantastical than the last. As a hare of dignity, he never publicly rose much of a fuss.
Barfoof exited the tomb along with Dacks. “We best get to the meeting with the Badger Lord, Dacks. I don’t want to be too late for the more important meetings, wot.”
“You didn’t miss much.” A voice called behind him. Dacks and Barfoof turned, seeing Biggum and Adam walking down the tomb path. Biggum knew his captains very well, and he knew full well of Barfoof’s traditions. Adam embraced his friend with a friendly paw shake, and giving an honored bow.
“Ah, good Dacks. Good to see you and your parental figure all up and about. Barfoof, the meeting is less then a few moments, and we were looking all over for you. I figured you were down here.”
“I see.” Barfoof glared “I shall bring my reports, and a little rea--”
Biggum stopped him there “No, Barfoof. None of that. Galgor needs reports, and we have no time for the talk of reforms.”
“But Biggum, you know full well we need changes. Each and every day, the vermin grow in number. Eventually we will all be overwhelmed.”
“While true, they are Beasts of Mossflower as well, no matter how much you wish it wasn’t so. I have criticism of your latest work that we WILL talk of at a later date.”
Barfoof bowed his head “Then I shall meet you in the war room in a short time.”
“Good. While you are on the way, be sure if you see Naus to tell him to join us this time. Now Adam. Why don’t you tell me more about Barbo. He is getting up there in years I imagine. . .”
Adam and Biggum’s voices trailed off and Barfoof made his way out of the crypts, taking one last look at the tomb of his son. He had wanted nothing more in the world to see the smiling face of his young and perfect boy, the great soldier, a great captain of Salamandastron striding out of the tomb, ready to fight a good fight and embrace his father. Yet it was never meant to be. Dacks and Barfoof exited the tomb, making their way to find Naus Stag Hare II, Colonel of Mossflower.
Barfoof visits the grave of his brave son, Cato, with his adopted son Dacks.
_____
In a well lit crypt beneath the mountain laid a ornate tomb of marble and stone, the sarcophagus was one of many in a grand hall of heroic Hares of the ages, each depicting the Hare that had died. Many heroes of the Long Patrol with long, fulfilling careers were buried with honors in these crypts, as it wasn’t for all singular Long Patrol members. Many were forgotten, simply left in the peaceful darkness. Only one otter was buried in this place, and that was the adopted son of Basil Stag Helm, Cheek, who was given full honors for a deed that has long since passed in the world. Two lonely creatures however inhabited a small crypt, with a single ragged Hare and squirrel looking over one of the more recent additions to the tomb, looming like a shadow over it. Both were wearing a reddish vest over their Long Patrol garments, the hare adorned with various metals and having a rapier at his side. The squirrel was more simple, placing a wreath down upon the crypt depicting a smiling Hare upon the marble.
Here lies Cato Vosh Veegnuff, Hero of the War in Kasg the Craven, He Defended Salamanderstron in the Year of the Black Snows, Beloved son of Captain Barfoof Vosh Veegnuff. May his memory never fade, and may he join his ancestors in peace.
Barfoof touched the grave, his companion Dacks, a young squirrel of the north, comforted his adoptive father with a pat on the back.
“I wish I knew him well.”
“I wish you knew him well as well, my boy.” Barfoof didn’t cry, but a slow burning fire entered his eyes. It was a brutal fire. Damn you, curse you, to hell with you Biggum. He was a bright boy, my boy.
Dacks came to know that fire in Barfoof’s eyes well, he saw the same fire when the Hare practically leaped into Kasg’s main encampment, cutting down vermin with rapier as he went. He was but a child then, a slave in the horde. The Hare impressed greatly, a brave warrior who cut down bandits and thug with long swipes, angry and violent as he and his division tore into the enemy. He saved him from that life of toil, and followed him gladly into Salamandastron. Barfoof had raised him to march, stand at attention, and to read. He followed in everywhere, including his rather controversial campaign in northern Mossflower.
Barfoof spent the post war in one of two ways, grieving his son, and avenging him. Vermin fled in terror of the Long Patrol in those years, Barfoof had gone far and beyond to personally slay each and every vermin he got his hands on. Many fled north, some fled east. Barfoof never fully forgave Biggum for commanding his son to put down his life and his career to defend the mountain from siege, it had been a stupid mistake in his eyes. Biggum had commanded the Hares to decimate the vermin ranks outside the mountain walls, distracting and injuring the main horde long enough for the badger lord and the general to take down Kasg once and for all. Barfoof ran thousands of scenarios in his head, each one more fantastical than the last. As a hare of dignity, he never publicly rose much of a fuss.
Barfoof exited the tomb along with Dacks. “We best get to the meeting with the Badger Lord, Dacks. I don’t want to be too late for the more important meetings, wot.”
“You didn’t miss much.” A voice called behind him. Dacks and Barfoof turned, seeing Biggum and Adam walking down the tomb path. Biggum knew his captains very well, and he knew full well of Barfoof’s traditions. Adam embraced his friend with a friendly paw shake, and giving an honored bow.
“Ah, good Dacks. Good to see you and your parental figure all up and about. Barfoof, the meeting is less then a few moments, and we were looking all over for you. I figured you were down here.”
“I see.” Barfoof glared “I shall bring my reports, and a little rea--”
Biggum stopped him there “No, Barfoof. None of that. Galgor needs reports, and we have no time for the talk of reforms.”
“But Biggum, you know full well we need changes. Each and every day, the vermin grow in number. Eventually we will all be overwhelmed.”
“While true, they are Beasts of Mossflower as well, no matter how much you wish it wasn’t so. I have criticism of your latest work that we WILL talk of at a later date.”
Barfoof bowed his head “Then I shall meet you in the war room in a short time.”
“Good. While you are on the way, be sure if you see Naus to tell him to join us this time. Now Adam. Why don’t you tell me more about Barbo. He is getting up there in years I imagine. . .”
Adam and Biggum’s voices trailed off and Barfoof made his way out of the crypts, taking one last look at the tomb of his son. He had wanted nothing more in the world to see the smiling face of his young and perfect boy, the great soldier, a great captain of Salamandastron striding out of the tomb, ready to fight a good fight and embrace his father. Yet it was never meant to be. Dacks and Barfoof exited the tomb, making their way to find Naus Stag Hare II, Colonel of Mossflower.
Category All / Fantasy
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Male
Size 2209 x 1660px
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