Before Mellor heaved his last breath, he drew his spawn closer to tell
him of a legend that has been passed down many Salvods. The legend was a
very old one known by many Unarra elders. It proclaimed of a Unarra who
would one day tame the mighty Balasar, the eldest, biggest, and greatest of
Pikatan that plauged many inhabitants of the Eshlar continent. Mellor
stretched ou this withered, shaky arm and bestowed upon his spawn, Atlak, a
bright orb of glowing green light.
"Remember this, my little spawn, that as long as you hold love in your
heart, and rememberance, this orb shall grow brighter and brighter, and give
you willpower that is triggered from memories." Mellor gasped for air and
gazed into his crying spawn's eyes, dying in his own shaking arms. This
would be a memory that would remain in Atlak's memory as his most sorrowful
The dim campfire was the only one that could be seen on the horizon for
many miles. The thin gray smoke streamed into the purplish-orange hued sky,
colored by the miraculous sunset. The ritual burial was performed on the
day after Mellor's death. The dance of sorry and tragedy was being danced
by 5 Unarras around the fire, who were decked in ceremonial attire. Atlak
stepped away from the thatched huts and exhaled the fresh, cold air as it
chilled the tears from his eyes. Atlak stepped to the canyon and sat upon
the rock that was used for mass gatherings. As his feet kicked small
pebbles into the canyon, the echo rang loudly in Atlak's head, and sounded
as if it were large sonds of the Pikatan's footsteps. Oh, how he now
loathed the Pikatans. He decided to seek out the mighty Balasar and kill it
as a type of revenge offering.
His quest began in the early morning. The sun of Atriana had just
peeked over the horizon, as if waiting in anticipation for the traveler.
Atlak packed only a few provisions, money, and taming supplies. Atlak
mounted his Clyft and then turned his gaze to his home. He was an orphan
now, and shed more tears by the remembrance of his lost father. He gave ths
Clyft the signal to start on the long journey to seek out Balasar.
Moss was crushed underneath the mighty Clyft's feet as it came to a
halt. Two of the three moons were visible and could be seen through the
trees of a forest. Atlak leapt off of his Clyft and fastened it to a post
outside of the bar. He stood outside of the entrance and gazed up to see in
big letters: The Shop of Bos. He sought out the benevolance of the famous
bar/shop/restaurant/inn owner. Atlak entered the double doors and stepped
into the alcohol-heavy atmosphere. Atlak gazed around the bar and saw many
well-known inhabitants of Atriana. At the table to the farthest left of te
bar had Sarvaartha (Sarvaartha is Mr_Spam's soon to be ingame character) and
Trewit holding ht edily arm-wrestling match. For the 28th time that year
Trewit ripped Sarvaartha's arm from its socket and let out a triumphant war
Atlak proceded forward to the alcohol-soaked bar and ordered up a fresh
beer. A burly looking Tryusin loaded a sparkly glass up and set it on the
counter. "Probably a local native," thought Atlak. Then he saw the mighty
Eshlar known as Bos, who was looking through a telescope that he had built
In the back room, Atlak could see Bowen and Winter_Jet passed out on a
bench. Atlak then asked Bos the question about Balasar that plauged his
"Well," answered Bos, "I would normally refer to someone to Bowen back
there, but he's got a BAC (Blood Alcohol Content) of 98%. Instead ask the
mighty Guru of Knowledge, Soralis. He's meditating over there on a pillow
next to Winter_Jet.
Atlak entered through the beaded curtain and found Winter_Jet passed
out on the oak bench. Apparently, Winter_Jet and Bowen had a drinking
contest. Atlak found Soralis still meditating and disturbd him from his
enlightened state. "Ahhhh, so it's the mighty Balasar you seek? He dwells
just north of the Pylos Forest."
Atlak thanked Soralis for the information and then thanked Bos. Atlak
proceded to the exit, walking past the now armless Sarvaartha (apparently,
he lost another match against Trewit). Atlak mounted his Clyft and ordered
it to proceed to the Hylos Forest.
As he began to see the end of the Hylos Forest, a great rumble was
heard that shook the groud. He had found the mighty Salabar at last, and
what a sight he was.
Balasar was an incredibly large Pikatan, outsizing all of the other
normal ones by at least 3 times. Even his mere breathing sounded like a
tornado of immense size. Atlak began plotting and scheming of ways to
conquer the immense beast. His best idea was to sneak up from behind and
fasten vines around Balasar in an attempt to tame it. Atlak then dismounted
the Clyft and prepared the supplies. Atlak waited until the beast fell
asleep to start the capturing process. As he approached the sleeping beast,
he grew frightened and ran. The memories of Mellor seeped back into his
mind as Atlak burst into tears. The memory of Mellor ding in Atlak's own
shaking hands was the most painful of all. Oh, how he missed his father.
Atlak remembered his own tears falling on Mellor's face as he passed away.
Just then, the green orb began to glow at the thought of the memories.
Then, Atlak wanted more than anything to avenge Mellor's death. Mellor was
right, the orb did radiate willpower, caused by deep love and remembrance.
Atlak then conquered his fear and summoned all of htis strength. Atlak
knew that the chance of his own demise was strong, but his love for his
father drove him on. Atlak fastened vines around trees and then fastened
them to Balasar's legs so as that he couldn't pull free. Atlak moved with
incredible speed to capture the awakening giant. Atlak quickly fastened
more vines to boulders, trees, anything he could atach them to. AFter many
hours of this, the weakened Balasar dropped to the ground, exhausted from
strugling to break free of the vines. Atlak drew his sharpest knife and
positioned it underneath Balasar's throat. No, this isn't what Atlak wanted
to do. Atlak put his knife bck into its sheath and firmly locked it in
place. After he finally captured Balasar, he wanted revenge so bad, but he
couldn't bring himself to do it. He gazed into Balasar's eyes as Balasar
gazed back. Then he realized it, he could take Balasar back to his home and
train him there to ear a name for himself. As Atlak mounted his Clyft to
head home, he thought of something. Only then, the name Balasar din't
please Atlak. Then, Atlak had the most brilliant of ideas, Balasar's new
name would be.......Mellor.
As the Clyft ploded into the sunset, Atlak was pleased on his success
and on his new found prize. Atlak smiled as the Clyft rode into his
hometown with his prize walking beside him. This was the day that Atlak
became a man and conquered all in the name of his love for his father.