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Lann's official backstory

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edited März 10, 2017 in Lann
The following is Lann's official backstory translated by Claudy from Korean. I do not take any credit for it.
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“How about it? It should be perfect to use as a slave.”

The man searched as the father held him out.
Two arms, two legs. After searching the child briefly, the man dropped a gold coin into the father’s hand.

“Is this all?”
“Girl, two. Boy, one.”
“… It would’ve been better if it were a girl.”


The father’s final words spun around the child’s ear.
The child was now barely 11.

-

It was said that the child’s father was once a famous gladiator.
Meeting the child’s mother was also around at that time.

But after losing a leg, the father lost himself in the life of alcohol
And after the mother left, he even found himself gambling.
Yet, the child always thought that by hanging on for a little bit longer, everything would go back to the way it was.

It only hurts for a moment right now..
It’ll be okay when the pain heals…
The child continued to believe that even until the father sold his treasured gladiator sword.

And finally today,
The father sold the child.

-

The man dragged the child into a corner of a room.
There were other kids there, and what appeared to be stolen goods were carelessly stacked in another.

Immediately, a familiar item entered the gaze of the child. As if he popped, the child sprung and picked up the item.

It was the father’s sword.

Upon seeing the child’s behavior, the man smirked as if it was absurd.
His expression changed. Manners had to be corrected from the beginning.

As an aura of thirst for blood emanated from the man, the children around him cowered back.
But the child instinctively drew the sword and swung.

Caught by surprise, the man was unable to avoid the attack. Crimson blood dripped from his cheek.

“Bastard!?”

The man struck the child’s face with his fist.
The child fell before a scream could utter from his throat.

“Dammit…. But it’s the son of a gladiator.”

The man wiped the blood from his cheek.
A grin spread across his face as if he had a great idea.

“This kid, could make some money.”
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Game for the nobles.

Combatants risk their lives and fight until the last man is standing. Gladiator competition.

There was no age restriction for those who wanted to apply for the competition.
But it was no use for a child to compete in the competition for adults
So a normal child would not apply.

Yet, when a parent needed the money, there were instances when a child was sold.
And, there was an unspoken agreement to trade them during a gladiator competition.

A form of offering was considered a show of decency during the competition.

-

The one who grouped with the child was a man with a hair color of rye going by the name ‘Kaar.’
He had been sold as a slave from the north, across the sea.
And it was said that he had a son about the same age as the child.

Perhaps it was this reason, he liked the child.
And the child liked him.

Whenever he had the time, he would teach the child some of his swordsmanship.
However, the child’s maturing muscles were not ready to handle two swords freely.

Yet, the child ardently practiced his technique.
As he was learning the skills, it was as if he were being trained by his father at his home
And he could forget that he had to risk his life and fight.

-

What would happen if an offering refused to be an offering.

Kaar and the child gradually gained popularity.
Their movements were in sync, as if father and son. The people liked them.

However, there were those who became gradually darkened to that notion.
The offerings were merely scapegoats, they weren’t meant to be heroes.

“If the snake that’s put in for fun is poisonous, fangs should be yanked.”

In secret, gold moved to and fro.

A face marked by a long scar swayed by the waving flame of the candle light.

-

“What are you doing here?”

The child asked Kaar who had come outside alone.

“Huh? Ah, it’s nothing.”

Kaar’s eye shook.

But the child was oblivious. Rather, it was merely because of tomorrow’s competition.
Focused on that thought, he was also unable to notice the lurking shadow that disappeared under the dark column.

-

Before the competition began,
The different look on Kaar’s usual appearance prompted the child to ask.

“Are you okay? Are you worried that it’s the finals?”

For a while, Kaar looked at the child and finally, spoke.

“Can you make a promise with me?”

Kaar handed a piece of paper to the child.
On it, someone’s address was written down.

“If you go here, my son will be there. His name is Lethita.”
“Lethita?”
“Yes. It means one who defeats the wind and solitude.”

Kaar paused for a moment before speaking again.

“Could you find my son after the competition? It would be nice if you could meet him and deliver my message.”
“I promise.”
“Yes. Thanks.”

Kaar patted the child’s head and smiled.
The child liked that smile and beamed as well.

-

The competition was set as 2 person 2 group match.
The opposing team attacked with ferocity immediately when the match began.

Although the child had become faster with previous experiences
To face off adults, especially for finals, was grueling.

The child barely parried the sword coming to his side and looked toward Kaar.
Had it been a usual fight, Kaar would have unleashed a powerful attack and acted as a firm shield behind the child.

But something was wrong.

Kaar was looking at the child with a grin.
The swords held in both hands were feebly aimed towards the ground.

Then, the edge of the enemy’s sword drew a white line across his back.


“Ajussi!!!” (Mister basically)
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  • SirRFISirRFI
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    edited März 10, 2017
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    Could only think that it was strange.
    How he had known the address of the son after being sold as a slave
    How to avoid death, and not be sold as a slave.

    Could only think that it was strange.


    The child cried and cried.
    But the child had a task.

    To Rocheste.
    And ajussi’s sword… to deliver ajussi’s message.

    The child hugged the dual swords.
    The cold metal touched the child’s skin.

    -

    “…who are you?”

    The boy’s eyes were wary.
    Though it was the clothes of a chamberlain, the plump cheeked boy in the silk clothes had the same rye color as that of Kaar.

    The child wordlessly handed the two swords. It was the swords rusted by the blood.
    The boy stepped back in fear upon seeing the swords.

    “What is this?”
    “It’s your father’s.”

    The boy should have known that inheriting the sword meant that the father no longer existed in the world.
    But the boy didn’t receive it.

    “It doesn’t matter what you say, so go back.”
    “… this sword, you’re not going to take it?”
    “Throw it away, does it matter?”
    “But it’s your father’s honor.”
    “Honor! Father was a knight who coveted a lord’s position and was deposed. He’s an insurgent!”
    “But…”
    “Throw it away. Would a trash like you have any idea what kind of life I had because of my father? Getting kicked by people as I begged, scrounging for food in garbage. If the kid next to me froze to death, I stole his clothes and spent the winter that way. And you’re telling me honor? Pride? What use are they?”

    “But there’s a truth you don’t know.”
    “I don’t want to hear it!”

    The child was at a loss for words.

    “I don’t want to hear it… not even curious. And I don’t need to know. I’ve already… forgotten about that old man.”
    “What do you…”

    “Greta, what is it?”

    It must have been noisy as a madame came out and asked.
    With a beautiful golden hair and a dog in her arms, she looked young for her age.

    “Ah, it’s nothing. Please go inside since it’s cold. I’ll follow soon.”
    “Oh, who is this bum-like child?”
    “He’s a beggar. You do not have to worry about it.”
    “Hmm… Okay, got it. Hurry up and come inside?”

    The woman glimpsed at the child and went inside.
    The child asked the boy.

    “…Greta?”
    “…”
    “Your name… you threw it away?”
    “…yeah. Name. Family. And memory. So please leave.”
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    Greta said that he abandoned his name.

    Then what about Kaar ajussi.
    He gave his life for me..
    What will happen to his final wish?

    “My son,
    Lethita is a name given to first son, symbolizing our family’s name.
    So my son,
    Though our family name has collapsed and I ended my life as a slave
    Become a knight and revive our family name and honor.
    That is my, and our family’s final pride.”

    For the second time, the child hugged the swords in his arms.

    Son who was abandoned by the father,
    Father who was abandoned by the son…

    The child dropped his head with a bitter smile.
    After a while, the child raised his head and his face held a lingering expression of bittersweet secret.

    I will become a knight.
    From now on, my name is Lethita.
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    Plink!

    “Excuse me miss, you dropped this”

    Lethita yelled after the woman who had dropped the earring.

    “Oh my, thank you”

    Smiling through her eyes, the woman turned and thanked him.
    Her full lips were charming.

    “A beautiful woman such as yourself is always welcome”

    “Huff huff” (sound made when blowing dust off an object)

    “But is this.. an earring? There is some kind of blood contained inside.. a bit unique?”

    “… hmm?”


    The woman offered a peculiar smile as she received the earring and continued on her way.

    For a moment, Lethita stood in place and stared after where the woman disappeared - as if it was unfortunate.
    Soon, he himself disappeared within the crowd.

    Note: Lethita is Korean name for Lann.

    Please notify me if there's an official source and translation available.

    Source: http://sakurafarron.tumblr.com/post/72786742911
    XieBloodAngelhi5joshSlothPrincess
  • ChrysChrys
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    Who's that woman and what's the significance of her earring?
    hi5josh
  • BloodAngelBloodAngel
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    Thanks for this :)
  • hi5joshhi5josh
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    edited März 23, 2017
    Chrys wrote: »
    Who's that woman and what's the significance of her earring?

    My guess is it would be Tieve. We probably bumped into her as it's part of our destiny. As this is an origin story, it had to of happened before the weathered bell tower. It would be a clever tie-in to Colhen and I'm sure there's a similar situation for the other characters. After all the player is the hero & Tieve is the vessel for Morrighan.

    As for the earring, I'm kind of stumped... Maybe it has no meaning outside of giving us a reason to be introduced to Tieve for the first time. However, being an oracle, and the earring holding a sample of blood, it does make you wonder if it has any significance. Sadly, I do not see Devcat interweaving these origin stories with the future content & storyline. It would make an Interesting plotline though, and give us a stronger connection to the characters.
  • LynnCUBELynnCUBE
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    Chrys wrote: »
    Who's that woman and what's the significance of her earring?

    There has been some speculation going on that the woman with "full (thick) lips" is Vella who is actually a vampire and thus the blood in the earring.
    BloodAngel