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Post by Donovan on Jun 8, 2015 19:01:02 GMT -6
The green clad mercenary was barely conscious when he heard the shrill screaming of someone being torn apart. “George. Damn it. Why did you have to go in there for me.” He couldn’t help but feel responsible for the what was happening. He should have let Ravvus’s choice stand. The mage hadn’t run with the rest of them, he’d tried to fight them off. If Donovan hadn’t gone back to help, then George wouldn’t have followed him. The pair could have left with the caravan and made it to the hub in time for them to be safe behind its big gates. But the thespian turned sell sword just had to be a hero. He had to put both their lives in danger, to save their new friend. And now both Ravvus and George were likely dead because of it. Shows and stories are just that. Stories. Legends told to entertain and make people feel like one person can make a difference.
A chill rushed down Donovan’s spine as George’s screams suddenly stopped. He couldn’t do anything but focus on not falling off the horse as he bled. Suddenly, the mercenary felt a small shockwave and heard a huge explosion go off in the forest. He looked back weakly and saw a cloud of smoke billowing from the tree line. That couldn't have been anyone other than Ravvus, but Donovan was not sure if the hot headed mage could have survived the explosion. Regardless, there was a chance. He hoped his friend would actually get out of that gods forsaken forest.
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Ravvus Wiseau
Mage
We will not stop until I have bested you at least once. My pride simply won't allow any alternative.
Posts: 207
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Ravvus/Luba/Rowan
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Post by Ravvus Wiseau on Jun 8, 2015 21:17:35 GMT -6
The alpha disappeared into the crowd of undead. It was out of his reach. Ravvus could hear George's screams dying out. The axe-fighter was no more. A retinue of the undead turned their attention back to the mage. Given George's sacrificial throw and the blast from Ravvus' explosion, the mage was a decent distance from the undead. But he knew that lingering in the woods would be his doom. The alpha could use that enervating stare again at any second. If Ravvus was caught in its gaze, with this many undead, he knew he would not escape. ”Coward!” He cursed the greater zombie one final time, before turning around and running away. The blond mage pelted for the forest's exit.
A flurry of thoughts raced through his mind as he ran for the exit. He was angry, angry at the alpha. Angry that it survived. The knowledge that he'd maimed it was small consolation. He wanted more. He wanted to slay it. Slay it for all of its' transgressions. Killing George, wounding Donovan, crippling the mage. It had gotten away with too much. Ravvus swore that if he ever saw it again he would blacken the rest of its' pale hide.
The blond man mused about how unfair George's death had been. He had been, by far, the most capable of the three mercenaries. If anyone should have made it out of the journey alive, it should have been him. He had died for Ravvus' pride. He died because the mage had overestimated his abilities. The mage should have fallen in the woods. He should have been the one claimed and turned by the undead. That would have been a good death. A death earned against insurmountable odds. It would have deprived him of a great many other things, but it would have been a good way to go. Ravvus took small comfort in the fact that George had died under such honorable circumstances.
Ravvus broke from the woods. He could see the trade hub clearly now. He ran until he reached the hub's mercenary guards. They tried to flag him down, but to no avail. They tried to question him, but their voices fell on uninterested ears. He stopped and turned around, his body operating on adrenaline alone. The undead had ceased their pursuit, opting to remain hidden in the canopy of trees, rather than engage the defenders in an all out battle. Ravvus fell to his knees, finally allowing the fatigue of battle and emotion to catch up to him. He didn't know what to feel other than... tired. He felt guilty and ashamed, he knew that much. Ashamed that he couldn't handle the undead. Guilty because his gamble had caused the death of one man and the... Where was Donovan? Ravvus swiveled his head about, trying to found the wounded mercenary, but to no avail. He knew the young man had escaped, but his wounds had been grave. He didn't know if the man would survive. Ravvus wanted to take pride in severely wounding the alpha undead, but simply couldn't. With all that had happened, with all of the lives he'd just risked, he simply couldn't. He just felt sort of empty. Empty and tired. The mage collapsed from exhaustion, awaiting the mercy of the hub's defenders.
[End Thread]
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