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Old [[Dragonwilds:Vannaka]]'s an odd chap. Loyal to a fault, but not one to show affection. I still remember how he trained me, instilling me with hatred for him that pushed me right past the pain. He was merciless, he was relentless, his training made me ache every day. So I took months of resentment and I balled them into a fist and with all of my loathing rammed it right into his face. | Old [[Dragonwilds:Vannaka]]'s an odd chap. Loyal to a fault, but not one to show affection. I still remember how he trained me, instilling me with hatred for him that pushed me right past the pain. He was merciless, he was relentless, his training made me ache every day. So I took months of resentment and I balled them into a fist and with all of my loathing rammed it right into his face. | ||
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I feel like there's more than just a curiosity here for him. Something deeper. Something hidden. A pain behind the eyes. So, yeah, I'll help him find what he's looking for. It's what a good friend does. | I feel like there's more than just a curiosity here for him. Something deeper. Something hidden. A pain behind the eyes. So, yeah, I'll help him find what he's looking for. It's what a good friend does. | ||
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Latest revision as of 18:33, 9 April 2026
Cathan's note is a Dragonwilds:lore scrap detailing Dragonwilds:Cathan's history with Dragonwilds:Vannaka.
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Old Dragonwilds:Vannaka's an odd chap. Loyal to a fault, but not one to show affection. I still remember how he trained me, instilling me with hatred for him that pushed me right past the pain. He was merciless, he was relentless, his training made me ache every day. So I took months of resentment and I balled them into a fist and with all of my loathing rammed it right into his face.
He was so proud. So proud that I punched him. So pleased with me for bruising his jaw. Because that was the first time I had walked on my new leg, without having to think through every painful motion.
He had given me something else to turn my loathing on, that wasn't myself.
That lummox took a broken kid, ready to give up on the world, and turned him into a warrior.
He's a good man, Vannaka, even if he wont always admit it. So of course, I said I'd join him on this new adventure.
I feel like there's more than just a curiosity here for him. Something deeper. Something hidden. A pain behind the eyes. So, yeah, I'll help him find what he's looking for. It's what a good friend does.