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Story Behind the Name:

The story behind Valca is rooted deep in time's greatest legends. It began with a man who lived on the dark and dreary north eastern coast of the present day United Kingdom, where flowing green plains lead to hundred foot drops and house sized dagger rocks just below the sea surface. The man was of no particular importance to the kingdom, scarcely anyone knew of his existence save for his wife and two small children. They lived off the land with a peaceful, quiet life, thousands of windswept acres away from the nearest village. The man was a jack of all trades, as was extremely important if you were to live so far from society. He was the family's carpenter, farmer, blacksmith, nightwatch, leatherman, stableboy, hunter, and countless other jobs lesser men spent their entire lives trying to master.

There came a time in this man's life when the thick gray clouds disappeared, the wind stopped, and the roiling sea surface laid like black slate. Concerned and fearing the worst, the man began to forge a folded steel blade. On the first night, the man was astonished to find the cloak of darkness that meant his rest for the day had finally come was glaringly absent. Taking advantage of the light, he continued his work.

As the days passed the man found night no longer greeted him, but in its stead a sphere began to chip away at the sun. The gradual shade was both a blessing and a terrifying prospect. The crops were withering and dying under the sun's persistent gaze, but the thought of an everlasting night like the everlasting day upon him struck within him a deep fear. He worked even harder on the blade.

When the sun was half eroded, the man's work was done. The finished thirty-six inch blade was blistering fire in the sun and a black hole in the shade, and he believed it could protect him and his family from any challenge. He named the blade Valca.

The days grew cold, yet the sky remained clear, and the man watched as the sun wore down to a sliver of faintest light. There was a growing sense of dread inside him, and as the sun's final glimpse of the world faded he drew his family close and Valca from its sheath. It wasn't long before the man heard the now unfamiliar sound of the furious sea slamming against the steep cliffs as a vile wind blew fierce, and it took all his courage to not fall to the ground shaking so great was his terror. The ground began to tremble beneath him, and the man's fear grew to a near unbearable level as he found there were no stars to help him see. Looking his fear in its cold dead eyes the man let free a great cry of defiance, and thrust Valca to the sky. Flames erupted from it's blade and spiraled upward, melting away the blackness from the sun.

It was then the man realized the sea had not begun anew its battle with the rocks, nor had the rocks beneath him begun to quake of their own accord. The sound he had mistaken for the sea was instead the roar of a monstrous beast as its footsteps shook the foundation of the Earth. Its hot putrid breath stinking of fish and decayed carrion wreaked havoc on his senses, causing his eyes to water and his pores to sweat. Its eyes were gellatin white spheres, its gaping maw tightly filled with thin razor sharp teeth another man could have mistaken for those of a great benevolent whale. It lowered its crooked black back and put its face to the ground, devouring the surface and barreling toward the man on four limbs thicker than a castle turret and bristling with spikes.

Putting his family behind him, the man charged the beast with Valca at the ready. As the foes drew closer, the man could hear the whispering voices of thousands of victims from worlds afar; some pleading with him to run while others still screamed for him to do the beast in. Soon enough they were upon each other, and the man leapt into the throat of the vile monster with a thunderous battle yell. The darkness of the beast's innards were alight with Valca's conflagration, and it melted away as the sky had moments before.

The man stepped from the wreckage of the black terror unscathed, and amidst the freed souls wafting to the sky turned to the sea. The crisp, clean wind returned with golden clouds, and the once angry sea lapped gently on the rocks below. Such is the story of Valca.