Full Names

Biloh Mand & Draask, his furry friend.

Known Relations

Father of Takoon

Background

Biloh is a member of the racs species, a slang for raccoon, as that’s what most people relate them to. Racs evolve at a rapid pace and are lucky to live past 30 years old. They age at roughly 2.5 times the speed of an average human resulting in them being fully matured by the age of 7.

Biloh was a scrapper in the region of Kerion for many years, selling items from ruins and wrecks found in the Kerion Desert to support his pregnant wife. It was their first child and they had decided to name their child Takoon if it was a boy and Tera if it was a girl. His work was simple but effective. He’d repair some scrap, upgrade others and smelt what was left into common use metals for the merchants that passed through.

One day when dismantling a downed drone far west of his hometown, Biloh heard blasts and what he could swear was a torrent of water coming from a dune nearby. Jolted and adrenaline-ridden he followed the noise, staying close to the wind-swept sand under his feet as he made his way to a vantage point with cover. South of the massive dune he lay prone and scrambled to put his rifle’s scope to his eye. As the zoom focused in he observed a cat covered in gems pinned down against a line of rocks near the beach. “Great” he thought, hastily lowering the scope. “Morang’s Cape. I shouldn’t be here." The mobfish Morang was notorious in his ruthlessness and not kind to onlookers of his crimes. “Still” he reasoned, “if I keep out of sight I can grab whatever’s left after they leave. Just a handful of those gems could support us for a year.” He pressed the scope back to his eye, right on cue a gang of Plundrak rose from the shallow water. The lead Plundrak spun around, readying its tail to fire a chained anchor at the panicked cat. *DING* A loud injured meow rang from the beach. Gems of green and a foreign blue ricocheted against the rocks as a heavy anchor deflected off the cat’s lower back. *DING* Another anchor hit the rocks. This one had missed.

Biloh’s scope now raced left to right scanning the scene from the gang of Plundrak to the beach in an attempt to follow the action. His fur suddenly grew hot and several of the Plundrak stopped their assault. Confused he scanned the beach again and back. Despite the heat of the sand on his stomach a dreadful chill ran down his back. No less than 5 of the Plundrak had turned their attention towards him! He darted behind the dune. “They didn’t see me. They couldn’t have. Why would they look over here.” Then it occurred to him why he had gotten so hot. He looked up. It had not occurred to him in the moment but the fading sun had been behind a sea of clouds until just recently. It beamed back at him with unrelenting intensity. “Disga!” He swore. The light must have reflected off my scope and signaled th- *SPLASH*

Biloh’s ears rang immediately, sand exploded around him. An unmistakable black anchor pierced the dune clipping his rifle. Panic swelled within him. He grabbed the rifle and pulled with all his might as Morang’s tail retracted reeling in with frightening velocity. Biloh was easily overpowered as he skid over the destroyed dune and down the other side. His face and hair combed the desert floor as he frantically tried to find his footing. The sand turned to beach *DING* a loud dreadful meow echoed as Biloh felt rocks scrape against his face. He was too close to the water. Any further and he’d be in their territory. Any closer and he’d be tied up in anchors and sent to the depths for whatever beast worse than Morang lies within. His thoughts flashed to his wife and his unborn child. The child would grow up without a father. The thought enraged him and his body flushed with an unknown power. He gripped the butt of the rifle and slammed it into the ground. The rifle caught and flicked powerfully into the air bringing Biloh along for the ride. Tapping into his natural instincts he instantly aligned his body’s rotation with the ground, pressed his left hand to the grip, and took aim looking down the sights straight into Morang’s shimmering eye. His right hand expertly guided to the trigger. *BANG* An explosion of recoil reversed the spin of the rifle seizing his momentum and flinging him and the rifle free of Morang’s grip. A hallowing chorus of screeches rang from the water.

He looked up and was alarmed to find half his vision missing. His right hand darted to his face and felt the unmistakable hotness of blood coming from his eye. Split between processing his wounds and the source of the screeches he managed to focus enough to find Morang amongst the chaos of splashing and fins. Biloh had never seen him this close before but the intensity of his glare was crushing. An intricate hat of gems and black leather lay floating in scraps around him. “I missed” Biloh thought. Indeed the recoil of the shot had thrown his aim off and he had pierced Morang’s Hat of Olkia. An ancient treasure that granted its wearer a swift swim ability of mythical proportions. But Biloh knew none of this. He lay there blood soaked and stunned by the power of the hatred emitting from Morang’s revealed face. *CRACK* Morang’s focus shifted to the rock where the cat had been. The latest anchor had hit with enough force to crack a rock behind the cat causing it to tumble. A cruel smile formed on the mobfish’s face. Biloh took the opportunity the distraction afforded him and turned tail, grabbing his rifle and scurrying towards the rocky wall and carpet of gems scattered around a rocky pile near the beach. *SPLASH* Anchors exploded behind him flinging wet sand towards him as they collided hot on his tail. He reached the beach and swooped down to grab a handful of gems, thrusting them into his bag without missing a beat. He angled to flee the beach parallel with their view of the rock wall so as to block their aim. *CRACK* A black anchor broke through the rock wall spewing rocks down behind him as the screeches rose in pitch. He dodged the falling debris and kept up his breakneck pace, scurrying over the beach and into the Kerion desert once more.

Biloh never made it back to his hometown. His eye wound required immediate care to heal and without that nearby he lost use of it from the injury caused by the scope’s uncontested force against him. Afraid of the repercussions of his encounter he didn’t dare return home and lead these monsters back to his family. His son or daughter would grow up without a father, and the monster who took that life from them was going to pay. He vowed if it took the rest of his life he’d find Morang again and that the next time they met, he wouldn’t miss.

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