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((Open rp for anyone who'se interested!))

... He sat there, each day the same, just outside the Trollsbane walls in the morning.

Around noon, he went to check the fireplace by the workshop.

And in the nights, strolling through the empty, cold streets, just searching... hoping...

Any whom would take just a moment's interest in his expression, saw a broken man, to some known as Mar, slumping around the streets.

If one did get close enough, he might sometimes be heard muttering very softly the name: "Raviel."

It had gotten worse by each passing day, and lately, one of his arms, the left one moved with him rather strange, as if injured.


At current, he was still seated by the fireplace he visited dayly, longer than usual...

He did not look at anyone, just staring into the fire... thinking... hoping... and destroying whatever part of his mind that hadn't been lost already.

Where did she go?
Why did she leave?
Did I make her leave?
What did I do?
I hurt her.
I caused it...

She forgave me, right?
Did she really?
What if not?
Was she just playing it?
Did she want to get rid of me all along!?
Had she never cared!?
Was it all a lie!?
Am I such a monster!?
Am I such a horror!?

Did they make it so?
Did they change me?
Had I always been so?
Was I meant to be so?
Have I nothing good in me?
Why would anyone at all even care for me?
I'm a monster...
I'm a horror...
Why did she care?
Why did she accept me?

I can't believe she left.
It's all my own fault.
I am not worth my body...
I am not even worth my mind, my stupid, useless, good for nothing mind!

Why did you even bother to create me, you Gods?
Do you like to tourment me?
Is it that?
You just long to hurt me?
...
Then come you gods... Come and take me...


"Come Bonelord! Come and torture me some more! I do not desire life any longer! Take me, take me for ever! I do not care any longer! PUNISH ME YOU MONSTER!"

Little did Mar notice he had shouted out those words, hearable for anyone.
And even if so, he couldn't care less, he had lost himself in a rage, biting without hesitation at the metal bracelets around his left wrist.

His eyes lost all emotion but hate, caught in a blind rage, out for death, out for an end.

He hated himself, he hated life, he hated everything now.

Taking bite, after feral bite at the bracelet, even steel could not bare this abuse for ever...

Rankor frowned at hearing a rather annoying shout, something taunting, "Perhaps 'tis time to pay whomever fool that is and give him a fright" Rankor smirked, standing up, raising the hood of his dark robe and unstrapping a large wooden flail. He stood up from the chair of the upstairs tavern. "This will be good."

As if appearing from no where, Rankor made soundless steps from the stairs down to the tavern, he slowly pushed open the door and stared at him for a few moments, then approached at a somewhat purposeful slow pace.

"Shh..." He stopped before the man, the cloak engulfing himself in shadows, he stared down at him, the smirk hidden, he awaited his reaction.

((We're not in the tavern, y'know? He's supposed to be beside the workshop. And also, to everyone reading, my appologies for the perhaps not so quality rp, I havn't played in a while, gotta get back into Mar.))

Mar did not even seem to hear it, still biting away madly at the bracer, wich had no visible way of removing it simply, as it was to small to move over his hand.

He chomped on and on, madly, not facing Rankor, and thus his face remained hidden, only his strong build to be seen.

Inbetween, and even while biting, he growled, even roared.
He had indeed lost whatever was left of his mind... wether he would find it again, was unsure. But right now it looked far from that happening...

Feral roars continued to come from the fireplace by the workshop...


Mar continued to bite away at the bracelet, it would not last all too much longer, not much longer till he would bite through.

Blood had started to flow from his mouth, one of his teeth had snapped, or he had bitten his lip, anything could've happened, as nothing was certain with all the blood...

(( Sorry for that miscalculation. ))

Rankor maintains his cool gaze at the man by the workshop for a few more seconds, and then sighs, dropping the act, pulling down the hood of his robe, he stares blankly at the man, now with his somewhat faded brown pupils, ignoring the constant roars. "Blimey, stop acting like an idiot, there are people in Trolls Bane, who actually LIVE there, yes in this hellhole, contrary to popular belief mate."

Rankor smirked as he sat next to him, watching him continueing to bite onto his bracelet, not saying anything. "Aahah, what a fool."

Still no interest to man came from Mar, nor did he even seem to hear any other sounds. Right now, he was still lost in rage.

He just continued, taking no note of the pain he bit again, pulling the bracelet a bit this time. It by now showed considerable marks of the abuse, but not yet anything to tell that it would break soon.

The fysical pain was far easier to bear than the kind that is inflicted on his mind directly. What ever rational part his mind contained, had shut itself down completely, he was going all out at the bracelet now. Several times missing, and biting deep into his arm, but even of his flesh being torn he didn't care right now. He simply continued on and on...