The Death Of A Drunkard

[iris1612 1780]

Nathanael Cyrus Rovyk sat against a tree in the forest. Normally, he would be at a bar, laughing, nursing a drink, and hitting on pretty Elven women. But not today. Today, he had no money left. He had nothing. Even the clothes on his back were loaned to him. His only possession left was a small, ugly knife which he'd found. He curled up into ball, trying to sleep, but it was no use. The memories, they haunted him. Of everything he'd done in his life. Of his whole life. His father, gone. That wretched shipwreck. It made him want to throw up. Gavin's Death. Cut down before his eyes. His Knight's kidnapping. Lachlan's death. The new king. Running away. Fear. Sorrow. Fury. All of it, before him. He could not face it. He couldn't. All his life, he'd run away. But there was nothing to run from. His mind focused on a memory of a face. The only woman he'd ever truly loved. Then another face. The one he despised. The one responsible for everything wrong in his life. His resolve hardened and he clutched his dagger tighter in his hand. "I'll see you soon... in hell." With that, he plunged the blade into his neck, sending a spray of blood up into the air. He slumped down onto the tree, lifeless. 

 

((I was getting bored with this guy, so I decided to PK. Hope you like the thread. New Marsh is coming soon, also, so don't worry.))

[ToenailTickler 290]

Nathanael Cyrus Rovyk sat against a tree in the forest. Normally, he would be at a bar, laughing, nursing a drink, and hitting on pretty Elven women. But not today. Today, he had no money left. He had nothing. Even the clothes on his back were loaned to him. His only possession left was a small, ugly knife which he'd found. He curled up into ball, trying to sleep, but it was no use. The memories, they haunted him. Of everything he'd done in his life. Of his whole life. His father, gone. That wretched shipwreck. It made him want to throw up. Gavin's Death. Cut down before his eyes. His Knight's kidnapping. Lachlan's death. The new king. Running away. Fear. Sorrow. Fury. All of it, before him. He could not face it. He couldn't. All his life, he'd run away. But there was nothing to run from. His mind focused on a memory of a face. The only woman he'd ever truly loved. Then another face. The one he despised. The one responsible for everything wrong in his life. His resolve hardened and he clutched his dagger tighter in his hand. "I'll see you in hell." With that, he plunged the blade into his neck, sending a spray of blood up into the air. He slumped down onto the tree, lifeless. 

 

((I was getting bored with this guy, so I decided to PK. Hope you like the thread. New Marsh is coming soon, also, so don't worry.))

Bob cries

[iris1612 1780]

Bob cries

((Who the hell is bob XD))

[yopplwasupxxx 5946]

Derick wonders why both his children became women-crazy and drunkards and both eventually killed themselves.

[ToenailTickler 290]

((Who the hell is bob XD))

Bob is bob, king of bobland, lord of bob.

[iris1612 1780]

Derick wonders why both his children became women-crazy and drunkards and both eventually killed themselves.

Dead Nathanael thinks it's because Derick is a terrible parent who disappears for 8 years of his child's life.

[Beppin the Strange 55]

I've only had one dramatic death and that was when i was a Wolverine for Henseti :P

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.