A Man and His Beliefs...

Jason Tanner · Post by **Jason Tanner** » Sat Jan 13, 2007 2:24 pm

((Open RP))

Jason Tanner stands along the shores of the Trolls Bane lake to the west of the town. He holds a small, very ornate dagger with some light green liquid around its blade. He twidles with the blade as he looks out to the rising sun. A small smirk appears upon the man's face, an almost insane look in his eyes. "Soon, I shall be back, dear Gobiath....And you will suffer under my wraith for all the pain and agony you have caused me!" The man cackles in a cold, heartless tone that fills the air around him with a fearful feal.
The man pulls out a note from a pocket in his robe and grips it tightly along with the dagger. His mind jumps back and forth, then, finally, the real Jason seizes control of part of his body and screams out, "NO! No, Baltran, you can't do this! You'll kill us both!" The other personality gains control over the mouth and laughs as it is struggling with the other to plunge the dagger into his chest.
"You fool, you have no idea of what I will be doing, how it will help you to get revenge, and to get the respect you want...And, YOU CAN'T STOP ME!" After about 5 seconds of struggling Baltran regains full control and plunges the dagger with as force as possible into his chest and lets out a cold laugh. Baltran soon leaves the body and heads away in spirit form, while Jason regains control in his dying moments. He lays on the ground, gasping for breath, hoping that someone is around to come to his aid...

Jason Tanner · Post by **Jason Tanner** » Sat Jan 13, 2007 8:28 pm

As Jason lay there, he began to tear up a bit inside. He tried to reflect upon his life but was unable to find anything meaningful to reflect upon. All he had was memories of killing, stealing, and causing chaos. Then, he began to think of his first attempt at love which completely failed and then to his next attempt with Aurora, which had met the same fate as the first. His short life of only 17 years was coming to an end in a few minutes, and so he cried and yelled, "PLEASE....SOMEONE....ANYONE!?" As he sobs, blood begins to spew forth a bit quicker, causing the puddle of blood to increase in size around him. He keeps laying there until someone comes or he draws his last breath and enters the realm of the gods.

Dantagon Marescot · Post by **Dantagon Marescot** » Sun Jan 14, 2007 12:40 am

A breeze rushs through the trees, as if whispering something. As swift as the wind had come, it had gone. Leaving Jason to what ever silence there was in the forest and around the water. In the silence came a figure, dark and hooded. Only moments after the breeze had left, he came, the only sounds from him were his leather armor and the wind running through his green cloak.

The dark figure knelt down beside the man. His hands reached into his bag, pulling out some herbs which he then dipped in the water. Without a device to crush them, he pulled off his gloves and used his chocolate brown hands. If allowed by the man, he would put the herbs on the wound and wrap it with some cloth. Afterwards he would take a step back and begin building a fire to keep them both warm.

Jason Tanner · Post by **Jason Tanner** » Sun Jan 14, 2007 1:24 am

Jason, being to feel to weak to even move on his own now due to having lost almost all of the blood in his body, was rather close to passing out. The only way he responds to the man is to say these two simple words, "Help...me..." As he says this, he finally looses consciousness and con do nothing to keep the man from patching his wounds. As he lingers within the grasp of Death's Hand, he dreams of all the wonderful memories he has had, especially of Aurora and Yasmin, his only two loves.

Dantagon Marescot · Post by **Dantagon Marescot** » Sun Jan 14, 2007 1:32 am

The herbs he had crushed act like a sealant to the wounds. Keeping any more blood from leaking out. At the same time the herbs help to keep any infections from starting around the wounds. After the fire has started, the cloaked figure sits back and watches Jason. Quietly he starts to sing something in elvish. As if praying to the gods to protect and heal him, or at least take him into their arms and care for him.

Jason Tanner · Post by **Jason Tanner** » Sun Jan 14, 2007 4:32 am

Jason slowly begins to regain consciousness after about two hours of laying there. He lets out a soft moan and looks to be rather uncomfortable no matter what he does. He has trouble focusing his eyes upon the man sitting near the fire and seems to have trouble keeping them open. He faintly attempts a smile and says, "Why?", in a weak and raspy tone. His mind begins to slow down after a few minutes of being conscious and return to a some what normal state.

He looks to his right hand, the dagger now not only green but red with blood. It is still held in a death grip along with a small slip of paper. Jason tries to release the dagger but is unable to. He begins to get a little panicked and begins to try and move, with much pain and discomfort, his arm with the dagger as far away from his body as possible. He looks up to the man and then tries to signal to him about the dagger and his uneasiness with it and the note.

Dantagon Marescot · Post by **Dantagon Marescot** » Sun Jan 14, 2007 5:21 am

The man at the fire says nothing. Instead he sips on a goblet, his eyes staring off into the world. After a few moments he turns to the man, now noticing he is awake. The man stands, his leather armor squeeling. The tall figure approaches the man once more, droping down to a knee.

A leather gloved hand reaches down to rip the dagger from Jasons hand. It is then visiously thrown towards the fire. His gaze turns back to Jason, a bottle of cider being drawn from his bag and filling his goblet once more. It is then lowered to the mans lips as another hand reaches behind Jasons head to tilt his head up if allowed. Softly he uttered one word to the man,

"Drink."

Jason Tanner · Post by **Jason Tanner** » Sun Jan 14, 2007 4:26 pm

Jason of course has objections towards the cider. He even tries to help lift his head which causes him much pain in his chest but manages to do so. He tries to speak, but this time he can't seem to create the words from his mouth, only his lips moving relay what he really means which is a simple, "Thanks." He takes a sip of the cider. It goes down hard and causes him to cough a bit, some old blood coming up with the cough. He takes another sip and just savors its taste. "(So, this is what life tastes like...The sights, sounds, everything, all a part of its taste, oh how wonderful it is to be alive)," he thinks to himself as he lets his mouth and tongue absorb all the flavors of the cider. He continues to drink till the goblet is empty, then tries to use his facial expressions to signal that he would like some more.

Achae Eanstray · Post by **Achae Eanstray** » Sun Jan 14, 2007 5:04 pm

Achae, beginning her long walk back to Greenbriar, decides to stop and get some more herbs on the west side of Trolls Bane. On seeing the flickering flames, she quietly and hesitantly walks closer looking curious. A man with his back to her wearing a cloak of some dark color but hard to determine in the moonlight stands over another man laying on the ground sipping from a goblet. The face of the other man being easier to see because of the firelight shining on him appears to be in great pain. Lifting her heavy herb bag, Achae with a more confident step walks closer to the fire as, looking somewhat relieved, she realizes the cloaked figure is who she calls "Ranger". Offering Ranger any help needed or additional herbs wanted, she turns to the silent man watching him with concern and a slight puzzled expression to her face wondering what happened to him.

Dantagon Marescot · Post by **Dantagon Marescot** » Sun Jan 14, 2007 6:17 pm

The cloaked man gently pours some more cider into the goblet. Then the world behind him moves, he turns to face Achae. Slowly he stands and goes back to the fire. A stretches out towards Jason, as if offering the care he has started to her. He says nothing, and droping his hand back in his lap. The flames reflect off of his emerald eyes which hauntingly watch both of them.

Jason Tanner · Post by **Jason Tanner** » Sun Jan 14, 2007 7:14 pm

Jason stares up at the woman, not recognizing her as anyone he knows. He looks back from behind the face of a young boy, only looking to be about 17, maybe 18. His face is rather pale and is barely able to move by his own means. A large puddle of blood can be found nearby and there is some blood still on him that is either dried or slowly seeping out. He looks up at her with an almost afraid look. In his mind, he is almost afraid of her due to the herbs she has, thinking that maybe it was poison to put him out of his pain. To him, she begins to represent death and begins to hallucinate a bit. He begins to try and push himself away from her and manages to say a few words, "no...no...NO! You won't....get...me....NOT YET!" Most of the words are barely able to be heard but the "NO!" and NOT YET!" are said in a low normal voice that sounds rather squeaky and raspy. As he moves away, he begins to grow tired and exhausted because there isn't enough blood to get oxygen to his muscles, so they fail him after only about two or three feet. When he finally can't move anymore, he begins to cry with probably the only meaningful tears he has used in his entire life. "I Don't...wan...to...die....," is what he utters between his crying. This is said in only a whisper and would be hard to distinguish but somewhat understandable for the woman and the man.

Achae Eanstray · Post by **Achae Eanstray** » Sun Jan 14, 2007 10:00 pm

Achae watches Ranger gesturing for her to take over the man's care with a small smile knowing how proficient he is in the art of healing and nods once to him at the honor he has offered her. She then looks at the man lying on the ground with brows raised at his reaction to her. Giving a reassuring smile while saying to him "My name is Achae, don't be afraid", then whispering to Ranger "I think he would trust you more now Ranger, but I can be here to help and I have some healing paste for his wounds if you need it. Perhaps when he is not so scared of me he will allow me to help with healing hands". Sighing and walking to the fire away from the man on the ground, she starts cooking some tea for Ranger to give if needed that will help the man to calm down, then some mushroom soup.

Dantagon Marescot · Post by **Dantagon Marescot** » Mon Jan 15, 2007 12:51 am

The cloaked man stares off into the distance, only disturbed by Jasons moans. He gives a sigh, pulling off his glove and approaching the water near the man. A dark hand dips the glove in the cool water. When draw out of the water, it is wringed til most of the water has been removed from the glove. Ranger then stands and approaches Jason, folding the glove. He kneels down by the man, as he does he speaks soft words in elvish to the man, soothing and warm. Attempting to calm him down as he moves his glove towards the mans forehead. Going to set it down upon it and cool his fever or madness.

Jason Tanner · Post by **Jason Tanner** » Sun Jan 21, 2007 2:00 am

Jason looks up from his crying at the man which he now knows as ranger, and the woman. He listens as the man speaks to him in elvish, getting small bits of it due to his incomplete elvish training. He feels slightly relieved as the cool water touches his forehead. Thoughts of how good it was to be alive began to run through his head again, realizing how much feeling things is a blessing. After a while he begins to calm down and grows increasingly tired. The last thoughts going through his mind is, "My, how good it is to be alive..." He quickly falls asleep there after.