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While Revlen was cleaning his armor of blood from the recent excursion into the catacombs, a small dove lands at the large man's feet, bearing a note tied to its right talon. He picks up the small creature gently into his large hands and removes the note tied to its talon. He then releases the dove, letting it fly on its way. His ice blue eyes follow the dove for but a moment before looking to the note, his eyes widen a small bit as he notices the seal on the paper. His hands shake a small bit, perhaps out of anger, or trepidation. Revlen opens the note... it reads

Dear Revlen,

I have decided to return. I know that you must hate me terribly but please give me a chance to apologize. I'm truly sorry and I still love you. I was a stupid fool for getting scared and running away like that. I don't suppose you will ever forgive me, but please believe me when I say I'm so terribly sorry.

Love always,
Marie


Revlen closes his eyes and lets out a long breath. His ice blue orbs look skyward to the coming night, the stars barely visible on the horizon. He crushes the partchement in his large hand and pulls on his armor. His steps echo though out the dark streets of trollsbane as he heads north to the crypt. With armor still stained and scratched, the tall man heads north, a swirl of emotion behind his ice blue eyes.

Revlen is nothing but a dark form in the night as he passes by the rose castle. A glimmer of steel can be seen on his back, his axe, for the rest of his armor is black, perhaps because it was painted such or because of the stained blood on the ancient thing. He looks skyward and speaks to the night, while still walking.

I am weaker now than ever before....Marie has returned...what else can go wrong this night.

He sees a dark form to his left and pulls the axe from his back, readying himself for what ever it is. A deer shoots out in front of the large man. He grunts and lets out a slight chuckle, only to feel as though someone has punched him in his back. The moon shines on dark drops of liquid falling from his armor as he turns to see four bandits. Revlen, being the stubborn man that he is lets out a feral roar and charges the closest foe. The first bandit falls quickly to Revlen's blade, but it is not enough as he is struck again and again by the other bandits.

The sun rises over the wilderness where the fight had happened, three forms can be seen on the cool ground, blood about the corpses. And yet Revlen's body is not there.

Barely able to stand Revlen makes his way to the rose and is healed by a paladin. Most of his belongings Revlen had on him the night before are missing, he lets out a slow deprecating chuckle and looks to the morning sky and shakes his head.

What else can go wrong?

Light of day fades over the land to which the bandits have claimed their own. Over fifty forms can be seen on the ground, the once green grass is nearly covered in blood. The dark red liquid is strewn about the small glade the bandits have always claimed as their own. A single figure can be seen moving about the field, the glimmer of his two blood soaked blades can be seen in the fading light. The figure moves toward the goblin encampment just south of the Bandit's home.

His long strides determined and his facial expression stern. The goblins in the encampment see the large figure heading their way and begin whooping their battle cries and charging the man. As the first few get within range of the man they swings their blades and shoot their bows clumsily. The first goblins are down in just a few moments as a few quick flashes of steel can be seen. The larger portion of the goblin force slow their strides as they view the scene of the decapitated goblins. The large figure wades into them, his blades working in a furry.

The dark of night falls over the Goblin encampment, around thirty goblins lay still on the ground, their sleep the eternal sleep of death. The large figure heads away from the encampment, heading south. The swath of destruction apparent in his wake. Revlen's ice blue eyes look straight ahead of him as he heads back to town, his money pouch at his belt full and his bag full of the other plunder taken from the bandits and goblins. He looks to a cut on his arm, his armor scratched, he grunts and whispers into the night.

"Careless" He shakes his head and continue south.

Revlen walks about the town, his ice blue eyes watching and listening to the talk about. The large man makes his way up north to the crypt, hiking through the mountains as if he belongs there, his long strides carrying him easily over the jagged stones. Hours slipped by as Revlen battled within the crypt, without a sight of him on the surface. Finally the large man emerges, his armor covered in gore and bone dust clinging to the wet and sloppy mess about his armor. He grunts and heads back into the mountains, though this time he does not leave them, taking a seat on a large boulder and watching the light fade from the day.

Ice blue eyes gaze over the stars within the mountain range just north of the Rose castle. Revlen grunts to himself, still apparently lost in thought even after the sun had fully gone down.

What am i to do? The town is peaceful for the moment, yet i know not how long that will last. He shakes his head, apparently speaking to himself as there are none about.

I am but one man, and cannot defend the town to the extent i could if i were apart of the guard once more.

He stands, heading out of the mountains and toward the town once more. Walking through the dark and silent streets of the town, Revlen's mind wanders, his ice blue eyes rarely looking away from the stars.