The death of a man
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The death of a man
Revlen looked over the group smiling slightly, then scowling as Aoken came into view. Aoken enventually left the town at the constant proding of Culandria and Revlen. Revlen was making his way away from the shop when Cul ran yelling "Run! Its Dravish", Revlen replied "Where", Cul still slightly frantic, still backing up said "The shop". That was all Revlen needed and headed toward the shop. Revlen found Dravish outside of town with an Orc and Aoken. He spoke of why Dravish wanted Culandria and asked if he would hurt her, Dravish merely replied "No, just kill her." After some small bickering between Aoken and Revlen, Dravish adnvanced on Culandria, she retreated, and Revlen bared Dravish's way, Dravish pulls a blade from beneath his cloak, Revlen jumped back, readying his double axe. Revlen spoke just befor Dravish advanced on him "So this is how it shall be." The two locked blades, Revlen fighting with all the strength he possed, yet in the end, he fell to Dravish's blade. He crawled into town, blood flowing freely from multipule wounds, he had seen the scavaging orc take his armour and his ring. An elfess found him and attempted to treat his wounds, but his wounds were to large, and the cloak she used did little to aid the dying man. The snow began to fall as Revlen looked to the sky, a small grin on his face. The elfess propped him up, he attempted to help support himself, and just then Bailey came around the corner, and Revlen spoke his final words "You were....right lass...Dravish.....was to much..." He smiled one last time, he legs buckled from benieth him, and he heard Baily's last comment "Revlen I swear you...." then he knew no more.
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Silent Tear
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Culandria makes her way back into town, seeing Bailey fighting Dravish. She heard Bailey say something about Revlen being killed by Dravish as Bailey backs away from Dravish. Culandria asks Dravish if it’s true. As he replies that it is, she pursues Dravish through the town, losing him close to the library. She walks back to the shop and falls to her knees in the street. "No. It’s a lie. He is not dead. He can’t be." She starts to cry hysterically in her hands. After some time, Bailey takes her to the altar where his body lays. Culandria holds Revlen to her, her sobs echoing through the shrine. She cradles him in her arms as Bailey looks on. Culandria's body shakes as she cries louder. "Why Revlen, why? You promised" She kisses his forehead and lays his body back down. Bailey hugs her, telling her not to let Revlens death be in vain. Culandria nods and slowly makes her way back to town.
A sickening noise falls upon the crowd as Dravish slowly pulls the blade from within Revlens stomach, his eyes lock to the mans and time seems to stand still for a moment, then we slow certainty the former guard collapsed to his knees and then to the ground below him.
Without a glance to the corpse, the robed skeleton pulls his blade back into the many dark folds of the rotted cape, his advance continuing once more into trollsbane.
Without a glance to the corpse, the robed skeleton pulls his blade back into the many dark folds of the rotted cape, his advance continuing once more into trollsbane.
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Bailey Thunnigan
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„Revlen!“, Bailey yelled. „Breath damn it! BREATH!” But no matter what Bailey said or tried… no life came back into the motionless body.
“Breath!!!”
She stopped slowly her tries of reviving him. “Too late…”, she thought. “I’m too late.”
Hesitatingly she stood up; her gaze on the corpse of who was once her friend.
She unstrapped the two handed sword from her back as she asked Liles to bring her dead friend to the Malachín shrine. She would follow soon.
With this words she turned around. Rage was written in her eyes, rage and sorrow. Just some heartbeats later she faced the one who caused this. The one who killed her friend.
Dravish.
Without hesitation she ran forward, yelled and attacked the lich. She put all her wrath into her blows, not even thinking for the fraction of a second that she would stand no chance against the undead. It didn’t matter in this moment. It just didn’t matter.
If it weren’t for Berengar and Dei who dragged her away and held her down, she would have fought til the last breath. Fought til the end. For Revlen. For her friend.
The pain in her heart didn’t disappear. Her heart ached as if it would be her own fault. As if she would be responsible for Revlens death.
She knew he was going to do something stupid. She knew it from the very first moment, as he made this decision. She read it from his eyes.
Yet Bailey thought she would be no babysitter and the man would be grown enough to make his down decisions.
Revlen wanted this fight. And probably wanted this death.
But none of those thoughts were able to spend Bailey any comfort.
“Breath!!!”
She stopped slowly her tries of reviving him. “Too late…”, she thought. “I’m too late.”
Hesitatingly she stood up; her gaze on the corpse of who was once her friend.
She unstrapped the two handed sword from her back as she asked Liles to bring her dead friend to the Malachín shrine. She would follow soon.
With this words she turned around. Rage was written in her eyes, rage and sorrow. Just some heartbeats later she faced the one who caused this. The one who killed her friend.
Dravish.
Without hesitation she ran forward, yelled and attacked the lich. She put all her wrath into her blows, not even thinking for the fraction of a second that she would stand no chance against the undead. It didn’t matter in this moment. It just didn’t matter.
If it weren’t for Berengar and Dei who dragged her away and held her down, she would have fought til the last breath. Fought til the end. For Revlen. For her friend.
The pain in her heart didn’t disappear. Her heart ached as if it would be her own fault. As if she would be responsible for Revlens death.
She knew he was going to do something stupid. She knew it from the very first moment, as he made this decision. She read it from his eyes.
Yet Bailey thought she would be no babysitter and the man would be grown enough to make his down decisions.
Revlen wanted this fight. And probably wanted this death.
But none of those thoughts were able to spend Bailey any comfort.
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Pendar
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In the sea horse a man who has not moved for nearly a month flinches suddenly his eyes flickering a moment as a pained look passes his features. His breathing strengthens slightly and the other wordly hum that has surrounded his form quietens some.
Still as the dead and pale as ever the man remains motionless....
Still as the dead and pale as ever the man remains motionless....
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Devrah Liioness
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Devrah stood near the east gate, in pleasant conversation with Nialandra, when suddenly a snatch of conversation reached her ears...
"Revlen always had a bad temper..
...That was what did him in.."
Devrah turned to Nialandra, her face pale, her green eyes narrowed.
"What do they mean, was..?"
"All I know is Dravish killed him," Nialandra said softly, her eyes downcast. Devrah didn't hear anything more. Her ears were full of an awful ringing sound. Her face settled habitually into a perfect, expressionless maski, and her eyes went dark, cold, and closed.
She made some excuse and departed abruptly, her ears still full of the ringing.
She made her way to the mountains around the mine. Not quite home, but as close as she could get. There she stood, for uncountable hours, staring at the horizon as it turned pink, red, purple, blue, and then white again with dawn's first light. Her face remained percectly blank, the eyes hollow to the point of looking soulless. A freezing wind tore through the mountains and valleys and turned her cheeks red, but still she didn't move, a solitary figure perched on a rocky cliff, a bow on her back and two swords at her sides. Her long, dark-red hair blew around her face in the rough wind but she seemed to take no notice. At long last, when her hands were nearly frozen stiff from standing still so long, Devrah drew a dagger from her belt, a dagger whose blade she had never used, for within it was a hollow tube containing the deadliest of poisons. She raised the dagger to within a hair of her throat and held it there for over an hour, tears streaming from her cold, hard eyes.
"You were not supposed to die. You promised me."
Her voice came out choked and harsh. She pressed the blade to her throat, turning it sideways at the exact instant where it would have pierced her skin, so instead the flat was pressed to the hollow of her throat.
"You promised me," and she cursed loudly, her face still completely expressionless, the tears as impersonal as water on her skin.
Devrah screamed a curse into the air and threw the poisoned blade away suddenly, not caring where it went. It bounced all the way down the cliff and onto some jagged rocks, and without another thought, Devrah scrambled down the cliff face herself. She had no notion of where she was going except this:
Away from Trollsbane,
"I'm never going back."
"Revlen always had a bad temper..
...That was what did him in.."
Devrah turned to Nialandra, her face pale, her green eyes narrowed.
"What do they mean, was..?"
"All I know is Dravish killed him," Nialandra said softly, her eyes downcast. Devrah didn't hear anything more. Her ears were full of an awful ringing sound. Her face settled habitually into a perfect, expressionless maski, and her eyes went dark, cold, and closed.
She made some excuse and departed abruptly, her ears still full of the ringing.
She made her way to the mountains around the mine. Not quite home, but as close as she could get. There she stood, for uncountable hours, staring at the horizon as it turned pink, red, purple, blue, and then white again with dawn's first light. Her face remained percectly blank, the eyes hollow to the point of looking soulless. A freezing wind tore through the mountains and valleys and turned her cheeks red, but still she didn't move, a solitary figure perched on a rocky cliff, a bow on her back and two swords at her sides. Her long, dark-red hair blew around her face in the rough wind but she seemed to take no notice. At long last, when her hands were nearly frozen stiff from standing still so long, Devrah drew a dagger from her belt, a dagger whose blade she had never used, for within it was a hollow tube containing the deadliest of poisons. She raised the dagger to within a hair of her throat and held it there for over an hour, tears streaming from her cold, hard eyes.
"You were not supposed to die. You promised me."
Her voice came out choked and harsh. She pressed the blade to her throat, turning it sideways at the exact instant where it would have pierced her skin, so instead the flat was pressed to the hollow of her throat.
"You promised me," and she cursed loudly, her face still completely expressionless, the tears as impersonal as water on her skin.
Devrah screamed a curse into the air and threw the poisoned blade away suddenly, not caring where it went. It bounced all the way down the cliff and onto some jagged rocks, and without another thought, Devrah scrambled down the cliff face herself. She had no notion of where she was going except this:
Away from Trollsbane,
"I'm never going back."