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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 1418103" data-attributes="member: 2323">[PLAIN][Draelond #12] Where Madness Dwells[/PLAIN]Ever since he awoke in the cold emptiness of Sir Alechtus's frame, Draelond's mind had been filled with darkness. The thoughts that had once brightened his spirit and made the world feel like a good place, were nowhere to be found. He remembered them, just as vividly as before in fact, but they no longer cast the same light. Instead of lifting him, they depressed him even further.He thought of his adoptive parents, the kindest people he had known in his entire life... His sister Mithlin, the truest friend he had ever had.The thoughts reverberated against the walls of the emptiness that grew inside him. He couldn't understand why they meant nothing to him now.This was not the life he had envisioned. This was not even a life.Visions haunted his every moment. The look of utter bliss on Ruze's face... contrasted with the vile smirk on the weather-worn face of the bounty hunter who had retrieved his soul... He knew now he had made the wrong decision. But what to do about it? Should he see through the mission he was so keen to return to this plane to complete? It seemed so much less urgent now. In the grand scheme of things, was it worth the price of his soul to do the King's bidding against an enemy so unknown?Who was he supposed to be fighting anyway?His body slumped harder against the railing and he made no effort to hold himself up. As he collapsed to the ground, he heard the sounds of a wailing voice, crying out in the deepest of despair. It took several seconds to realize that it was his own, or rather, Sir Alechtus's own voice that was sobbing. The voice grew louder and louder, it was the only thing that seemed right to do.Slowly, Draelond began to feel... something. It was faint... but it was feeling. Draelond had not known feeling since he felt his body go limp in the hands of the giant creature outside the portal in Byr. Truly, a lifetime ago.He recognized the emotion that had started to grow... in fact he knew it well. It was the one he had spent so long trying to squelch. It was the one that he had bottled, for the most part, all of his adult life. Only this time it felt good... and he allowed it to grow. He felt his heart pumping faster, forcing blood through his veins harder and harder. He grabbed the railing of the widows walk and pulled himself upright, the rage building with every heartbeat. His sobbing began to turn to a low growl, building on a slow crescendo into full fledged primal scream, ending in what anyone who heard it could only have described as maniacal laughter.Suddenly Draelond wanted nothing more than to have Ravager once again in his hands, to feel her blade sink through flesh and bite on bone. He looked to the heavens once more and again let out a gutteral scream that lasted until his lungs ached for air.He felt alive. ------------------------------------------------DM's Note: Draelond's player has decided to abandon this storline where it is, so Draelond/Sir Alechtus will become an NPC from this point on. While we may well see him again (I haven't decided yet) this marks the last of Draelond's solo turns.And I would be remiss if I did not mention that this post was written almost entirely by Draelond's player. Pretty darned good IMO.</blockquote>

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