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[Coaster 2086]

The sun bore down onto the beach, its rays pounding the empty coast. The sands steamed and then sizzled as sea water rolled over it. The shadows of birds ominously glided smoothly over a seemingly featureless beach; but not for one figure, limp and wet upon the shore.

He had been a Lord once, with a castle and men to man it, great power and all the riches in the world. This broken, smelly thing on the beach. This aged man that woke, coughing raggedly as he looked around. Land. Sweet land at last. He rose, his creaking bones told of his infirmity. Covered in sand, drenched in water, the survivor treaded inland.

He had kept his sanity, somehow; what was left of it to begin with anyway. He'd been a Lord once. He'd once had a castle, soldiers, power, riches. He'd once had it all, and at this thought the wretched creature had been brought to his knees, they sunk in the soft sand. The heat beat on his back - the sun was unrelenting that day - but the man did not care. He allowed himself a few moments to collect his thoughts, emotion was one thing he never cared for, this old man.

He breathed in deep, the salty smell of the ocean reinvigorating him. With a determination in his eyes that burned with a resolve to live, the man who seemed like to fall apart at the seams marched confidently into the nearby brush without a falter in his step.

He'd been a Lord once, with a castle and soldiers; power and riches. Now all he had was the torn red mask that he wore around his neck, as old and ragged as himself. That, and a name. August Flay. A man who wanted it all back.

Off in the distance, a man in red points and shouts.

((Voiding all the RP that occurred in the 5 minutes I was on last night. Apparently I embarrassed myself pretty badly. I apologize, I was in no state to be playing minecraft.

[Bircalin 332]

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