Post by Charles Williams on Sept 8, 2014 0:16:40 GMT -6
The last few months had now been to much. James Ridgewell, a once proud Marshal of the Alliance, then Iron Vanguard, was now reduced to almost nothing. He was in Menethil Harbour but it was...differant. He chose Menethil because he could no longer stand being in Kins bay. He sighed heavily as he made his was to the inn. When he got their it was empty except for the staff. "Keep the ale coming" James told the bar keep as he took a seat hidden in the darkness of the staircase. He removed his mask and leaned his gun against the wall. He was absolutely alone with no one left. His eyes held the look of failure and sorrow, the look of a man who just wanted to die. This was going to be a long night, and James hoped it would be his last. He slammed ale after ale after ale. Well into the dark hours of the night he was still drinking with no one cutting him off. Some how he was holding his liquor. The world was a blur and he could barley think but he just kept drinking. But eventually it was to much and darkness fell around him. Visions were flashing in his mind, Images of his former men but then it got worse. Images of his kin, He could see Andra at the old Temple and Ombar with Olly. He could see Rasmira strolling about Tyrs Hand with Gideon faithful at her side. It was just to much and he was thrusted back into consciousness. Oh he wanted to end it so so bad, he stared at his gun, but he couldnt. He couldnt because there was just the smallest bit of hope in his heart. Me muttered the words "Some day I shall see them once more" before passing out once more.
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