Note: The following posts within this thread, are what happened to Brian Ravenlock, during the time he was taken, from Rhy'din, up to his return.. As with Vegas, what happened there, remained there. Thank you.


~"Something's getting in the way.
Something's just about to break.
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane.
As I burn another page,
As I look the other way.
I still try to find my place in the diary of Jane.
So tell me how it should be."~


Within the command barracks, of the People's Militia, Millport Region..


"Are you serious!?"

"This cannot be good.", said another..

"How was that even possible?! We had he and the others, under the strictest of conditioning! An act like that, should NEVER have been possible! I mean, the sheer result, sickens me to no end!"

"Agree, how he even managed to break the chains.. Staggering. And then to somehow, commit to a transferrence of essence to another, let along a hal--"

And that was as far, as that particular person had gotten with what they had intended to say.. As he was abruptly cut off, in mid sentence..

"I think, gentlemen, that will be quite enough, for the moment no? I mean with Lord Stancil here, having my runeblade potruding from his chest and all.. I dare say, his opinion will now be rendered quite moot.. No?"

"YOU! How dare you do commit this act of treason, you struck an accord with us, we have a pact!"

"You are right, we do have a pact.. Well, we did.. I am altering it, and it seems Lord Stancil here, has no voice to disagree. Unless the rest of you wish to join him, you will stay your hand, and be grateful, I have yet to cut you down, like the worms you are.. Now I have some friends here, who have been.. Dying to meet you? Yes.."

"Ravenlock, what in the hell are you thinking man!? Stancil!! Gods, man! You know full well, what we intend to do, we will wipe the 'taint' fro-"

"SILENCE!! I will hear NO more of your lies, you pathetic human!! I know exactly what has transpired, and know this fool.. I am NOT Ravenlock, by any stretch of the imagination.."

From the depths of the shadows they came, to join he who had summoned them.. Slugglishly, they moved, as decaying flesh and bone dragged along the stone flooring, carrying the ghouls, towards the heavily armoured man, who still had Lord Stancil impaled upon the blade of his rune blade.

Sickening moans, escaped the partial mouths of many, and lack thereof, of others, as socketless, eyes bore into the remaining men that stood before the one who had summoned them.. Ghouls.. So many, man, woman and child.. Each of them, answering the call.. Answering the Death Knight. As a hand raised, they stopped.. Still, they moaned softly.. Some even showing signs of recognition, as they pointed towards the tabards, the men before them wore.. Some even, showing signs of excitement, and agitation as the ghouls, began to commincate to one another in their own twisted manner of language.

Yet the Death Knight, knew what they had said, and how they had felt all too well.. Yes he did, and as he looked to the humans, before them.. These.. 'Crusaders', who were everything but, that.. He offered the wickedest of smiles, as he withdrew the blade from Stancil, allowing the gutted man to fall harshly to the flooring, the impact giving off a sickening 'thud', as blood splattered about the crumpled heap.. Despite this.. Somehow, Stancil had moaned in sheer agony.. Causing the Death Knight to openly, chuckle, as he regarded the others, who still remained alive.

"So you still have a bit of life in you yet, Stancil? You surprise me, yet. However this is a good thing, you see.. Because, my friends here, have been wanting to see you, each of you. Since, they were cut down, in your farce, concerning the taint.. You see, they have no souls now, because of what you had done.. What your Warlocks had done.. And bec-"

"You LIE! We have never-Urgh.. N..o.. Gods, hel-m-"

"I tire of your continuing deceptions, Wiltmore.. "

"Yo-Son of a b-Ki-Yo-Trait-"

His own gloved fingers began to claw at the his neck, and jugular, as he tried to reply to the Death Knight with little avail.. All that followed, were gurgles, coupled with spittle.. Which drew a wicked grin, from the Death Knight, as the eyes of Wiltmore widely opened, in such a way.. Blood began to slowly seep from his eyes.. The clawing and raking continued, at a much more harried pace, as a crimson mask made itself quite apparent, smearing across the man's face.

"It seems, Wiltmore.. That you have something to say,perchance?"


A wet, gurgled reply was all the Death Knight received from the man, as he leaned towards him, regarding him with eyes of frost.. Fingers flexed once more towards him, as they quickly clenched..

Suddenly Wiltmore turned very wet... Inside, and out, as spikes of sheer ice erupted from his body in all directions, sending a mixture of blood and bodily fluids spewing all about what was the man formerly known as Wiltmore.. The spikes of ice vanished in a frosted haze, as the now literally shredded body, crumpled to the ground, in a heap of what look to be a sickening mess.. Bone, flesh.. Blood, and more so.. Still steaming openly, as the warmth of the body, reacted to the cold.. Causing the other men present to sick up, as each let loose with whatever was inside, vomiting openly.

A guttural growl came forth from the ghouls, that still remained at their master's side, as they became more agitated.. Claws, raked along the stone floor, as they shifted back and forth, their soulless eyes soley upon the two crumpled heaps before them, as they then looked to their master.. Who replied softly..

"Not yet... Wait for it.."

"Why would you do this!? Do you know what you have done!? All of our work! All o---"

"Do I know what I have done.. What 'I' have done!? I know full well what you have done! And it is because of that, we are here before you, so that you may answer for your crimes!"

"You mean the people you all killed?! You did so willingly Ravenlock, to suppress the 'taint', did you not? You killed many for the cause, and with no remorse whatsoever! You are as respo-"

"SILENCE!!"

"Ravenlock did so, under quite the duress.. Oh yes, he did and like a good soldier, he still did what was needed.. However his orders, were nothing more than a lie, created by your masters! The taint was created by this order of 'knights' and more so, the warlocks who pull your strings, harvested the souls of those killed for you own sickening measures!

You see.. One of you erred, and left a survivor, so to speak.. Ravenlock happened upon the lad, and for himself truly found out.. And that is when... How shall I put it. Yes.. The fun began. You see he could not deal with what he had done.. And that which may dormant in him, was his safe harbor.. That which kept him safe, and secure was welcome once more.. After so many years, he sought me and embraced me, as once before he had done, and this time, I welcomed him equally..

And then, you erred yet again, when you decided to attempt to leash us.. To leash me for your own devices! You and others knew I was laying in wait, inside Ravenlock.. You knew, and attempted to harness me.. ME!

NEVER!!

So I let you believe, what you would.. you pathetic excuse for what passed as men.. You swore because he wielded me.. Because he had done something no 'mortal' had done.. Because he took so much of me inside him, time and again, as we used eachother on the field of battle.. That you had a literal living weapon at your disposal.. Such fools.. You had no idea, he had already began to regress and regress..

Be it here.. Rhy'din.. Vana'diel, or even Ragol, I was there.. Deep within the recesses that were Brian Ravenlock, and no matter who was with him.. No matter how intimate, I was there, and little did those do, who felt what I was... Yet to did something indeed.. Such a foolish move, I admit, however.. Had it not been for your foolishness, or that woman he saved.. I would never have this opportunity to once more walk the path of man, and take my rightful place, free from all that would hold me from that which I deserve.."

"Madness!! This cannot be! We-- No.. This will not happen, you no--"

"Tear them limb from limb.. Leave one left alive.. I want to hear something from his dying lips.."

What happened next was something that truly could not be set into words.. The Ghouls threw themselves, at the corpses, and the remainder that yet lived, and literally tore them, piece by piece, as shrieks of pure hatred, mixed with the cries of such agony.. Flesh was torn, from muscle.. Tendons, and muscle from bone... Entrails, eaten in a most horrendous nature, as the ghouls fed, until there was no more, leaving was little that was left in quite the messy patches along the stoned floor..

Yet one remained.. Alive.. One human..

He moved to the broken man... Broken, meaning.. That literally.. He was broken.. His spine, severed in such a manner, that the slightest force would snap it.. An arm torn from his elbow, as he bled freely.. Legs snapped, and twisted, and yet his eyes still managed to remain open, of course that was due to the fact, that the fingers of a ghoul, kept them opened.. As ragged breaths came from the human.. Leaning to him, what passed for Brian Ravenlock spoke, softly to the broken man...

"Say it.."

..........

"SAY IT!! What am I.. WHO am I... Say my name, and I shall end your suffering.."

Such a ragged.. hoarse response.. As tears of salt, and blood came from the man's eyes, as he replied...

"Dar.. k.. in..."

What followed, was something sticky, and wet... As the ghoul, finished what it's master had started...

In the end, there was less than nothing.. Which is exactly, what Darkin, would do to any, who stood in his path...

He would be free, and gods help anyone, who stood against that, directive..

gods help them all..