One Last Adventure: Part 1

[Ricky 321]

Rickard Ireton sits in a tavern, the location of it is unimportant, all that you need to know is that it is a decrepit cesspool of villainy and banditry. So naturally Rickard feels at home. He was never comfortable in the clean halls of the Sacred Light or the mighty fortresses he bunked in while a knight, he has lived his life in rough on the road searching. Now he has found what he was looking for what does he do? Start a new life, end this one? The questions go on but suffice to say for the moment he is sat here drinking whiskey.

 

Events which effect a person are unique and are strange, so many comings and goings are ineffective to most people but call out to others in a way that many cannot explain. Call it destiny or the uniqueness of character to the point of every person having their own event in which they react to and engage. But for all Rickard knew the event he was about to see would bring his tale to an end and give him the answer he always wanted. “Did I do good with my life, or did I just kill a lot of people because I was told to. What do I have to show for it and will I see my secrets one last time.”

 

A silence dropped over the tavern the voices ceased the music and banter was gone. Rickard thought he had sat there long enough for them to be closing but it was not closing, then a noise started, the sound of drops of liquid hitting the floor. Seconds had passed but the people were fixed on the horrific sight in the doorway. A young woman her clothes rags, her skin red, cuts up her harms her face bruised and cut. Blood dripped from every part of her body, and there it was an ‘I’ clear as day carved into her chest deeply and with purpose.

 

The scream that came from her mouth was not a pained one or a fearful one it was beyond that, it was as if her tortured soul was trying to escape through her mouth. She collapsed on the floor. Naturally the barmaid rushed to her aid asking what happened to her. Rickard for all his morals no longer cared turning back to his drink thinking it was another edge asking for attention. He observed the liquid in his glass as the commotion went on behind him.

“He…. He killed them all, the entire village, him and… and those men, they were deformed!” the girl begins to lose life the woman seeing it is a losing battle comforts her. Then in almost a whisper carried by the echo she cries “Heee… said… all good things come from blood…then he cut me.” The pieces came together in Rickard head faster than an arrow. Within a second Rickard was turned stood up.

“What was his name?” The patrons of the tavern turned to Rickard surprised by the stranger’s outburst. “What was his name?!” Rickard crossed the room lifting the girl by her shirt as the people tried to calm him “Tell be the god dam name!” The girl pointed at her chest. The ‘I’ searing into Rickards broken soul “Yy…ou Know…                                            

   Aldrich….. the bleeder…” Her voice fades away Rickard falls backwards his lip quivering his eyes watering. One last word came from the girls mouth “IRETON.”

[Dreek 1633]

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