In a bed somewhere in an inn someplace...Locke Da'Ort lyed asleep and sweating....his dreams were bad....they had been ever since he had left his homeland of yew....he was a strong man on the inside aswell as on the outside....but in truth...the constant insults....the never ending wars with men were getting to him....and his recent days in cove had been the worse so far....they had beaten down his mental barriers and he was dieing slowly with the pain it was causing him....his strength in battle he drew from his faith...but his faith was constantly being attacked....he dreamed of darkness.....just pure blackend darkness....those words burned into his mind....those insults tearing at his soul.....
http://img56.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img56&image=baddream0rd.pngHe woke suddenly in a burning sweat...his lips trembling.....he had seen enough...he was tired of it all....of them all.....he never admitted it but he knew he was unliked....he knew he had no friends anymore.....the only man he could trust now was Tormod......but tormod lay in yew.....he couldnt take it anymore....these men...they called him a savage....yet they where the only savages.....he needed to do somthing about it.....he couldnt take it anymore...he headed into town and gathered his supplys.....and ready'ed himself for a long mornings work....he would teach those swines a lesson...show them that there "Avatar" was false...show them that he would not save there prescious lives......show them that he wouldnt even protect his own home...
http://img231.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img231&image=churcharsen17ba.pngThats right....he planned to burn down there church....there place of sanctuary.....there place of worship...if he burnt it down then it would prove that the "Avatar" did not exist....for if he existed...he would protect his own home would he not?
Locke stood staring at the church for some time...thinking it through....he knew it would be a grand fire....it would be seen for miles...mayhap in britain...maybe in trinsic...who knows.....but he also knew it would bring the wraith of every avatar beleiving man in all of Sosaria apon him....but this did not bother him...he was not afraid to die....infact....he was afraid of the life he had lived.....did he do everything right?....would the gods be pleased with him?.....would he ever see his brother in the afterlife?.....so many questions raced in his head....he decided to just get on with it....
http://img231.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img231&image=finished39kc.pngHe was done....he was ready to light his fire and be written down in history as the man who defided the Avatar.....the church.....and every avatar beleiving fool in history.....he would be a legend....but is this how he wished to be remebered?...the man who forced his beleifs upon others?.....
http://img74.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img74&image=standing44we.pngHe stood there considering it all.....thinking about every scrap he had.....this was going against his beleifs.....not enforcing them.....there was no honour in this....this was foolish......he was turning into the very thing he hated most....those men who pushed there religion on everyone...those who purged the non-beleivers......he went weak in the knees.....could he go through with this?.....could he really defy all his beleifs?.......he fell....
http://img74.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img74&image=crying53dx.pngThe Great Locke Da'Ort...Former Ard-Woad Raider To the clan of kallahar....Defender of Yew....Mercenary to Cove.....Defier Of the Yew Militia....Destroyer of the Horde....Purger of Evil....fell to his knees.....and wept.....and for over an hour...he kneeled there....crying his heart and soul out......for this had never happend before....locke had never shed a single tear....not when he mother...his father....his brother died....not even when his dear wife died had he shead a single tear.....he was on the edge of collapsing and lieing there forever.....never to move again....he had been defeated....not by a man....nore the guardian.....he had defeated himself......he could not stop crying.....a grown man.....crying for all his worth......but why did he cry?.....why did Locke weep so much?......
It was because he had failed....he had failed everyone.....his father his mother...his brother his wife.....all dead.....and he couldnt do anything......his faith was shattered.....he slowly stopped crying...and rose to his feet......he could not let there deaths be in vain....for long he had lost sight of his goals....he had become greedy ......he asked for money to help the innocent....he asked money to destroy the guardians beasts......he had lost all honour he had..........but he stood there silenced.....thinking......he decided here and now.....no more.....he shall do his best...he shall regain his honour not just for him...but for his family.....His donned his helmet and cleaned up the mess he made....he would not be like them.....he would work for what he beleived....he would move on....his wife would not want him to remain upset and saddend......he wouldnt let anybody push him around anymore....he would....no!....he MUST!!......make them see.....he is not a dishonourable man...he is not a heartless pig....he is....Locke Da'Ort the Mercenary no longer.....He is Locke Da'Ort The Celt....Locke Da'Ort the Woad Raider....Locke Da'Ort the man who would face the guardian himself to help a single innocent begger.....HE WOULD NOT BE PUSHED AWAY!!!.....he would walk into the fires of hell and face the guardian if must be.......but he would not betray his beleifs.......he was a new man......
But for now.....He was saved.....
/ooc
Got bored at about 2AM so decided to do alittle solo RP....havnt done anything like this in a while so if it sucks dont blame me...im rusty.....and yes i know the third pic sucks...i saved it in low format by accident and didnt notice till later....but any feedback would be cool
PS...had to put the pics as Hyperlinks cause they wouldnt work as pics for some reason
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