So it was that an adventurer named Bastion came to call upon this town, intent on seeking riches and fame beyond any mortal man before him. Armed with an extensive array of Alchemical tricks and knowledge, Bastion descended on the town -- and into the deeps below it -- with a confidence that he felt could not be shaken. For after all, he had an ace up his sleeve. With him traveled a giant troll. A powerful being that could withstand punishment and deal it out in spades. All he needed to do of course, was merely hide behind this beast and from afar, pummel the hordes of evil stinking creatures that stood in his way. It was a foolproof plan! He grinned, gripped his wands of elemental destruction tightly, and entered the dark.
And for a time, it seemed as if his plan would work. It seemed as if he would have no equal. His magic and sorcery (and great gift at calling forth life from death to serve him impishly) destroyed all that stood in his way. His Troll companion pounded his foes mercilessly. He cleaned out cavern after cavern, depth after depth, and began to laugh while doing so. He could taste it. He could smell it. Whatever treasures and unknown power lie at the depth of this mountain, beneath such a simple and provincial town, were his. All his. Nothing could stand in his way...
... except for that which also stood BEHIND him. Was it foolishness? Was it over-confidence? Was it simply poor, goblin reeking luck? Whatever it was, it caught up to him in the end. For while he battled upon a bridge in the fortress of the undead, he suddenly found himself surrounded by creatures that surprised him. These creatures did not simply crowd themselves on the bridge in front of his Troll. His wall of safety. No, these creatures could bend the very fabric of space. They did not need to fight to get by his minion. They simply vanished and appeared where they wished, and where they wished (apparently) was to be all around him, cutting off all escape. Cutting of his link to the Troll.
Cutting off his screams.
It was many months before word got back to Bastion's homeland. The death of a foolish adventurer rarely made news out of Torchlight of course, for many perished there, and frequently. Yet Bastion had forseen, even in his over-confidence, a slight need for someone to be left to get a message home should he fail to return from the endless deeps. A messenger tasked with returning to his only Son, to give him whatever news was to be given.
Bastion Jr. turned from the messenger with sorrow in his heart, and anger burning in his eyes. He had known what a foolish quest his father had embarked on. Had begged him not to go. Had pleaded with him to stay and finish the Alchemical work they had started on together. Alas. His mind made up, the father disappeared for that cursed town and the rumors of what lie below. Now, he was lost to his son. Now he was lost to their research. Without his help, Bastion Jr. could go no further. His father had knowledge that only he had retained... and now it was lost to them...
No. For it was a sudden flash of memory that allowed Bastion Jr. to recall the journal his Father always kept. An extensive record of all that he knew and studied. It was an invaluable resource. With it, Bastion Jr. could continue their work... and... yes. Perhaps, with the journal AND the power that lie beneath Torchlight...
... fire gleamed in Bastion Jr.'s eyes. Yes. There it was. Not only for vengeance of his father's death, but for the glory that was their continued research. For the untold power that could make him a GOD.
He set out at dawn.
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And so begins the tale of the Bastion Family Tree and their adventures concerning the town of Torchlight.
Torchlight, an Action RPG on XBox 360. The Bastion Family will be a series of characters made with the Hardcore tag, each with a story of their own until they should perish, or retire, for once death comes in Hardcore it is permanent.
How many shall perish in their trials and tribulations? How many shall never find the meaning to what they are questing for? How many may find their goals... no matter how corrupt or pure they may be?
Only time can tell.
Characters to Date:
Bastion - The original Bastion. Age 52. Died while fighting Spectres in a Lost Map Dungeon after getting overwhelmed and stuck on a bridge. Role: Alchemical Lore Master. Level: 10
Bastion Jr. - The son of Bastion. Age 28. Current Status: Alive. Role: Alchemical Arcane Mage. Level: 16
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