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Title: Sleepless Nights... Post by: Raiden Morana on May 15, 2018, 12:57:44 pm Raiden unbuckled his armour after the evening's duties and wrapped each piece carefully in an oil cloth. Careful not to make a sound, just in case Kelly was asleep in her room, he placed the bundle on his desk and slumped back against his bed.
Although Kelly had graciously offered him lodgings, insisted almost, upon his return to Cove, he couldn't help but feel like he was intruding on his old friend. He was walking around in her dead husband's armour for feck's sake. He sighed deeply. Images of fallen comrades and lost friends blurring his vision. Blinking his eyes shut, a solitary tear trickled down his scarred cheek, as his thoughts turned to Railen and Ryan. They were lost, surely? Victims of his duty? Of his absence, in the Baron's service? Whether estranged due to his neglect or slain due to him not being around to protect them, he could find no other to blame but himself, his duty, his Baron and the bronze arms he once wore so proudly. Better he'd stayed abroad he thought, rather than come home to face his failures. Hours passed, sleep never came. Only the faces of the slain. Of Railen and Ryan... Feck, snap yourself out of it Raiden... the back of his head butting the wall a few times. You came back because the men need you and you need the men. You came back to ensure Kelly and Hoagie wouldn't suffer the same fate of those you have already lost. Feck it, you came back because you're a Covian Guardsman. Sort your shite out... Let the nobles and fops do their politicking, let the warmongers rattle their sabres. Those days are behind you now. Just concentrate on getting the men ready to fight... And staying alive you old dog... [ooc: Just a little ooc knowledge tell of what you might see Raiden show IC] |