GaelicWarlord

Its had been what seemed an eternity when Revan reached the very top of the tower stairs, ascending into a room with six guards who likely did not even know the chaos that was going on from the depths below. They had two were conversing, two others were manning the Ballista that overlooked the coast of the sea that sat on one side, and the other two were crossbowman on the opposite side, looking out over the rest of the fortress and the plains in the distance. The stairs lead him closest to the two crossbowman, and they were not facing the stairway entrance. Revan's only chance of surviving would be taking them by suprise. Revan darted up the stairs even quicker into a full sprint, the closest man turning his way as the noise became known to him. Revan cocked his fist back just as the man turned and drove it into his groin. As the man, slumped down in pain, Revan clotheslined his neck, and cradled him back into him, using him as a humanshield. Revan's freehand, reaches to the crossbow which the guard held in his right hand and held his hand against his, aiming it upward towards the other crossbowman who now looked their way, and loosing the bolt. It flew true and pierced his neck. Just as soon as the bolt was released, Revan pulled his second hand up to the man's jaw and turned his head until he heard a loud crack. Just as he let go, he reached to the shortsword that was sheathed on the guard's belt, and withdrew it, simultaneously as his body slumped to the floor lifelessly. By now, the remaining four guards had unsheathed their weapons and started making their way towards Revan. Revan quickly ran to the other fallen soldier an unsheathed his weapon as well, then sprinted to the closest two, before they could overcome them with the force of all four. He swung his left blade, crashing it hard into the guards sword, the second blade catching the man's neck and spliting it wide open. Just as the first guard fell, the second one lunged forward, blade crashing down towards Revan. Revan swiftly held his swords in an X shape and caught the blade between them, and delivered a hard brutal kick to the man's groin. Just as the guard slumps down, Revan pushes the guardsman's sword back and follows through with his elbow across his face. The guard turns and falls to the floor at the blow, and just as he tries to get back to his feet, steel rips through his chest cavity, digging into the stone floor as Revan's blade sinks into his back. Revan withdraws the sword from the man's flesh pushing his body away from his blade with his foot, and the other two look at Revan hesitantly. Just seeing four of their comrades bested by one man likely was not good for their morale. "Leave now, and I will spare you." Revan demanded, sensing their fear in their eyes. They did not seem like very seasoned guards, which perhaps is why they were left to the watch towers, far away from where dealing with the prisoners actually was. They looked at each other and nodded, quickly running to the other end, keeping what distance they could from Revan, and hurrying quickly down the stairs in a panic. Revan was breathing heavily, he drops the two swords and wipes the sweat off of his brow, steping closer to the short stone wall that the Ballista was mounted upon, taking a look at the deep blue sea that was just beyond the cliff, he stood their thinking for a long moment of how he would clear the cliffside, the sea seeming like the only chance of making it... and even then, the impact of the water would be stunning. Now he had taken a short rest deciding on his final course of action.

Revan's eyes remained fixed upon the polished crystal for a long moment. After what seemed a short eternity, he closed his eyes, dropping his hand to his side and leaning his head back against the stone wall he was chained to. "...Aurelia.." Her name came off his lips in a barely audible whisper. "...they'll all suffer for what they have done..." He opened his eyes once more and looked forward to the door. "...if only I could get out of this place..." Immediately as the thought came into his mind, the stone that was in his hand began to glow. The eyes of the prisoners looked to Revan with curiousity and disbelief... moments after... Revan vanishes from their sight, the chains that held him fall to the floor. Revan opened his eyes to find himself within the prison corridor just outside his cell. The crystaline stone that glowed in his hand bursted, and aetheric mist shattered in all directions slowly fading into nothingness. He had looked around in complete disbelief. He had seen aetheric devices before, but little did he know that the very stone he held was the magical crystal itself. His gaze drifted to the end of the dark corridor warily, and he immediately looked around for something he could use as a weapon. There was nothing but a guard began to make his way towards Revan's cell from the other side of the corridor, and Revan knew he must get out of sight... but where? Nothing down the hall except for large iron cell doors. He looked up to the ceiling above him which was stone... but wooden rafters branched along it horizontally where the support beams would meet. He jumped up, hand catching on to one, and pulls himself up to the top, remaining quiet and as still as he could in the darkness of the rafter, until the very guard walked to his cell door and beyond him. Revan lowered himself once more and moved slowly behind the guard who began to unlock Revan's cell. It was Min, the fat bastard himself. As Min opened the cell door, he nearly couldn't breath when he saw Revan's empty chains. He immediately started to have a panic attack and reached down to his belt for his short sword. He would not find it there. He turned around immediately in confusion but only seconds after seeing Revan's face did his vision fade to black. The short sword slid under the man's chin and was driven up through his entire skull. Blood gurgled from Min's throat, unable to make so much as a sound. He falls back and collapses on the ground with a large thud. Revan quickly reaches down and starts patting Min's body down, until he finds the circlet of skeleton keys upon his belt, and rips it off quickly. He hurries back into his cell and moves from one prisoner to another, unlocking their shackles that restrained them. "...Go... get out of here.." Revan commanded. The elder man who spoke to him just moments ago looked up to Revan curiously and bewildered. "...the gods... they favor you!... but... where will we go?" The old man asked. "That isn't my problem, old man... now go." Revan said shaking his head. He cared little whether the others escaped or not but he knew the more prisoner's released, the more trouble for the guards... and the more successful he would be in escaping himself. Revan moved up to the other cell doors and opened them, and unlocked the prisoners as quickly as he could By the time he had reached the third or fourth, two guards turned down the corridor and began shouting for help. The horde of prisoner's who were free overcame them and starting kicking, clawing, and beating the guards to death. There screams and grunts echoing through the prison. Now they gathered the weapons of the fallen guards and began to swarm down the corridors. Revan followed, but at a distance... now that chaos was beginning to unfold within the prison, he needed to walk the other direction. Instead of going through the passages that led down within the fortress, he turned the other way of the corridor, that led to a tower of stairs that ascended high into what was likely a watch tower.

Revan would be played by Gerard Butler.

((WARNING: MATURE THEMES)) "I have a proposition for you... and I would highly suggest you take it." The man with log black raven hair looked Revan over grimly, who was now tied against a pillar within what appeared to be a ruined cellar... a makeshift dungeon. Revan's weary eyes peered up to the man with a certain distain. Within his tensing muscles could be seen the boiling rage that was ready to erupt fiercely. Bottled anger, that was controlled, reserved... but not by Revan's choice, but by the tightness of his bonds. Revan looked upon his captor defiantly. "... you... you came with your ships into a land that new nothing... that had done nothing to ail you or your kind. You've killed many of my friends... my family... what gives you the nerve to dare make me a proposition?" The man's lips curled into a wry and dark grin. "Because what ever you have left that your pathetic little life holds dear is currently in my hands..." The man snaps his fingers at the guards at the door behind him, and they turn to open it. Two guards on the other side push Aurelia in and follow. Her face was covered in bruises as were her wrists. Her bloodshot tear swolen eyes shown defeat... a total lack of all hope... only dispair. The sight of seeing his wife like this, enraged Revan... it destroyed him. "...you bastards..." Veins pop from his skin, his face red with anger, "YOU BASTARDS!!!" The raven-haired man looks back to the guards, and begins to chuckle with sickening amusement. "I hope they haven't had too much fun with her... Impurity among a woman is such an unbecoming thing..." Revan struggled with all his might to move from the bonds that held him, but to no avail. "You struggle vainly, Revanoth, son of Malachai... you struggle vainly. You will only hurt yourself... and more importantly, you will hurt your wife... but you can make all this chaos end... if you are willing to pay the price." Revan looked down to the ground, his face contorted with anger, his eyes saturated with tears. "Give youself to the empire... fight as you had fought against us... use your unique abilities for our cause... and you and your wife will have a life again..." Aurelia had shaken her head in tears, she shouted out to him in sobs, "I would die first!... I would die first! My husband has a will that not the most powerful weapon you possess could bend!..." The raven-haired man glances over his shoulder to the guards and says in a mocking tone, "Keep the bitch QUIET please! I'm conducting a meeting here!" He approaches the woman and pulls his open hand back, swinging it across the woman's face, Aurelia falling back to the ground, blood flowing from her nose and face. "Leave her alone!! ILL KILL YOU! YOU DAMNED SON OF A BITCH!... ILL RIP YOU APART!!" Revan roared trying to fight his bonds again once more. The raven-haired man turned around and looked at Revan, his head shaking. He smacks himself in the head with an annoyed sigh. "Oh, this is getting us no where..." He turns around to the woman who was sobbing on the ground just between him and the guards. He approaches her, and grabs her by the scalp of her hair, and yanks her up from the ground by her hair and turns her and himself forward to face Revan. He holds her by his left hand, standing upon her right and smirks to Revan. "Well... you heard it yourself, Revan... She'd rather die." Without warning, he unsheaths a dagger from his belt and drives it into Aurelia's abdomen where her child was being held within her womb. Shrieking gasps left her mouth, eyes widening in complete shock and torment, as blood began to flow profusely down her ripped cotton blouse, she would have collapsed back towards the ground, but the monster would not have it. He continued to hold her up by her hair as he looked over his shoulder towards Revan, who was now screaming in rage, making the cries of a man, that no other man should ever hear. It was horrible... unreal. "Oh, well... maybe you two will get to try for another one..." The man glances into Aurelia's eyes with a smile on his face. Aurelia's eyelids were fluttering slightly, as her own eyes began to roll back in her head as she nearly lost consciousness. The man lifted his dagger against the creamy skin over her neck, just over the other side of her adam's apple, pressing the tip against her veins. He offered one final smile to Revan, "...maybe not" He said just as he had taken what life was left from her, as his steel ripped into her flesh, sliding his blade roughly through the tendons and arteries between one ear to the other. Her crimson sprayed over Revan's face, and over the man who held her up. "AAUURREELLLIAAA!!!!!!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "AAUURREELLLIAAA!!!!!!" Revan roared from his lungs as he woke up from his unconsciousness, waken by his nightmare. The others looked at him as if he were completely mad, and it was likely that he probably was. Revan panted heavily, his heart pounding within his chest for a few moments, just after reliving the nightmare he once saw before his eyes, a second time within his dreams. He looked around the cold damp cell room to see the other three staring at him with shock and suprise at their eyes. The eldest man at the wall farthest across from Revan had shaken his head, "Be calm, lad... be calm. It was just a dream..." Nightmares were a common thing among prisoners. Many screams that one would hear before sleeping would be screams from torture... yet, half of them were from those who were not tortured. Half of them were from those who had dark memories that tortured more so than any executioner could give them. Revan leaned back against the wall, cocking his head back up towards the broken ceiling many many feet above them. He closed his swolen beaten eyes and had taken in a deep breath. "...that was no dream..." The old man appeared to be in his late fifties and was in next to poor condition. He had been ill for a few days now, and likely, he would be dead in the coming months. The prison's conditions weren't fit for rats to live in, let alone those that they held there. Revan looked down into his hand, curiously glancing into it, as he clenched an object folded in cloth within it. A puzzled gaze was masked on his features as the older man continued. "We didn't think you were gonna come through, lad... but I'm glad ta' see ya' are among the living." The old man spoke to attempt to lift Revan's spirits, but such was an impossible task. Revan unfolded the object to see a beautiful intricate crystaline figure witin it. He was unsure of where it had came from, or who had given it to him, but as he looked upon the sparkling surface, it brought him a sense of rare peace that he likely will never experience elsewhere.

The most intimidating looking of the guards allowed everyone to back away, their unskilled attacks having beaten but not finished the prisoner. As the bruised captive sat there on his knees, eyes to the grounds and breathing heavily, the tall prison guard stepped forward. A large staff in hand, he arced it upwards for a second, striking the man with such an incredible blow to the thigh that it sent the prisoner into spasms, his eyes going closed as he fell face forward, falling in shock at the crushing of his femoral artery. Revan saw the world around him slowly begin to spend, as all his vision faded to black. He collapsed on the damp floor, body trembling in spasms from the brutality his figure had just undergone. Soon the guards would leave, and the other three prisoner's began to converse among each other, likely wondering if Revan would ever wake up... or if he too would be another rotting corpse within this cell. They did not speak to each other often, except when there was something that needed to be said. Least of all did they converse with Revan. They had tried in the past, but he kept himself distant... detached. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The old aged scholar lingered behind at a slower pace than the younger man and woman, though he tried with all his strength to keep up. They had been travelling for fifteen minutes within the darkness of the alleys of Ala Mihgo at a quick pace. They came to one of the main openings and the young man crept to the corner of the cobblestone street, where the two roads met, leaning around the corner of the bakery that was the ruined building that once stood there. He looked back towards the young woman, who hid behind some carts within the alley, along with the old man, and gestured that they remain there. Slowly he leaned once more around the corner, seeing distant marching columns of soldiers down the road. He quickly gestures for them to come forward after nearly a minute. "...We must hurry!" He whispered loudly, "They'll be searching the alleys any moment... we have no time." He approached them and crouched down looking the woman over. The woman was young and beautiful, long curly locks of dark brown, nearly black hair fell far beyond her shoulders. She looked to the young man with pleading dark sorrel eyes, that glimmered against the eclipsed moon-light and flames of distant burning buildings. She was petite in figure, though she was with child. From the looks of her, she was likely five or six months in her pregnancy. "Revan... your grandfather..." She whimpered quietly. The old man coughed and hacked, spitting flem out away from the other two, before gesturing weakly for Revan to come forward. Revan knelt before the old man who was resting against the stone wall of the building amongst the alleyway. The old man raised his hand and rested it on Revan's shoulder. "...Revan... listen to me, lad..." He coughs violently. "... you need to leave me. I'm going to slow y---" Revan shakes his head and reaches for the man's arms, beginning to pull him up to his feet. "...No... I'll carry you if I must... but I won't leave you to die!" Revan said defiantly to Haydyn. The old man shook his head, his brows furrowing heavily at the young man. "Don't be a fool, boy!.... I.. I've lived a good life. You have Aurelia and your child to take care of... you must let me go..." The old man pushed Revan's hands back away from him and rested against the corner. "...I love ya, lad... but I'm going to find my son... and we'll find you after." Revan knew Haydyn was lying... he knew his father was likely already dead. He knew that this would be the last moment he saw his grandfather, and he began to fight back tears from his eyes. He swallowed heavily before standing to his feet once more. Soldiers shouted from the other end of the alley way, and they began to draw near. "Go, boy! Get the hell out of here!" Haydyn commanded. There was no time to let childish behavior settle in. Now was the time that Revan had to be the man he was supposed to be, and take care of his wife. He quickly grabbed Aurelia's hand and they darted across the street, as fast as they could to the alley on the other side. They were running for minutes through the passages between the burning ruined building before Aurelia suddenly let out a great scream. Revan immediately stopped and looked at Aurelia who was clenching at her pregnant belly. "Aurelia!... whats wrong?!" Revan asked with a great look of concern. He pushed her towards the wall and looked down to see if she were struck by an arrow or recieved any wound. "...its.. its the baby. I don't think I can continue on... Not without hurting him, or myself, Revan." Tears began to trail down the woman's cheeks and she burried her face in his chest. "I'm not ready to die, Revan..." Quiet cries turned into sobs and Revan embraced her tightly kissing her on the temple. "...I won't let them hurt you... I swear it..." He cupped her cheeks into his hands and lifted her face towards his, looking her deep within her eyes. "Do you trust me, Aurelia?... we're going to make it through this... but we must go!" He pleaded with her, but it was to no avail, her pain was so great, and she collapsed against the wall. Revan withdrew his sword and glanced down the alleyway letting out a slight nod. "...keep out of sight, Aurelia... I'll hold them off." Revan began to take off back the way they came where the soldiers voices could be heard from, and Aurelia made out a cry of desperation, "Revan don't!" Her words would mean little to him at this point. There was no leaving the city, and there was no leaving her. If they were going to die here, he was going to protect his family for as long as air drew within his lungs. The soldiers approached him and he withdrew Illucien, his cerulean eyes resting upon the closest one grimly. The soldiers stopped in their marching and looked at the young man who stood before them no more than 20 paces. "...Looks like someone wants to be a hero." the largest heading the group said with a growl. "Put down your weapon boy, and you will live." Revan shook his head defiantly, "You're a liar... you'd cut me down soon as you had the chance..." The Soldier's lips curled into a wicked smile as he nodded once. "You're right... but this makes things more intresting." He said venomously as he unharnessed a claymore from his broad back and pointing it forward to the young man. He stood there for a slight moment before charging Revan, if only to try and instill fear within the boy. It did not work as he had planned. Just as the man came closer to Revan, the jewel within Illucien's hilt began to glow, as did Revan's eyes. Revan through his open freehand forward as if he were going to hit something bluntly, and electrical energy began to emit around his forearm and hand. Finally he discharges a bolt of electricity which travels through the approaching soldier's broad sword, and jolts through his body. The soldier drops the sword immediately and falls to his knees, growling and spitting on the ground below him. "What conjury is this..." He pushes himself glancing up. Revan stood before him, Illucien held high about to strike down onto the man. Revan does not bring his blade down just yet. "...Have you ever killed a man lad? No.. you're no killer... I can see it in your eyes." The stout warrior grumbled as he looked up to Revan, unable to do anything. Revan's eyes for a moment showed hesitation and inexperience, but it was the last time they ever would. Before the soldier could continue his witty remarks, Revan swung the sword right across his neck, nearly severing it. Crimson began to spray onto Revan's clothing and face, as the arteries in the man's neck began to expel his fluids. After a second, there was a thud, as his body fell forward against the cobblestone into a sanguine pool. Revan cerulean gaze rose to meet the other soldiers who stood back in shock, and they began to glow once more. He raised his hand towards the flames of the rooftop, and began to manipulate them as the jewel within the hilt of his sword began to glow once more. The flames began to dance rapidly and expand, beginning to fly like fiery wind, and began to crash against the remaining soldiers like violent ocean waves amidst a storm. They all began to scream in pain as the inferno began to burn their skin and clothing. Revan turned away, and his eyes immediately widened. There was a tall man with black hair. Before him was Aurelia, which the man held by her hair, and his freehand held a dagger against her throat. "...I dare you to try such trickery now... I would wager I could cut her throat before you could even blink... Drop your sword... Now!" The man commanded loudly, many soldiers pouring down the other side of the alley as well. They were surrounded and there was no escaping this fate. Instead of wagering with Aurelia's life, he dropped his sword without hesitation. More soldiers came behind him, stepping around the mess of soldiers Revan had just slain. They kicked at the back of Revan's kneecaps, and had begun to drug him off, the other man taking Aurelia in the opposite direction. ~~~~~~~~ ((While Revan is Unconcious I decided I will be throwing in some flash backs as to explain how he ended up here in the first place... and also hopefully give others some time to get involved if they wish. Thanks for the post Daishi! I'm excited to see how they begin to interact, IF they interact))

Revanoth's eyes remained coldly upon the wet puddled floor of the prison, not looking to the other three who were chained up within them. Conditions were poor, and it was a miracle that they all had survived so far without illness. It was only a matter of time. His thoughts only focused upon leaving this place... if he did not do so soon, he would surely die in here. The room was cold, a bit below room temperature, Revan was uncloathed, save for ragged torn pants. He bore many scars upon his chest and back, but these were all likely earned through torture, and likely the other prisoners had endured the same. Nothing was said for hours between the prisoners, nothing usually ever is. What spirits they once had, were now nearly broken, continually rotting in this dark place that they've made home to now for nearly two years. Revan had long chestnut brown hair that went just beyond his broad shoulders, a haggard beard now that was nearly half as long as his hair was. He had not bathed the hole time he was here, and an old corpse lay at one of the corners within the room, greyish blue and discolored... rotten to the point that there would be no identifying of who it was, save for in memory alone. The prison guards did not care to remove it, and it was likely there for months, maggot infested, as flies made home to it. Left there as a reminder of how rebellious behavior would be handled. The man it once was, perhaps was brave in his action, but ultimately his efforts to make every guard's life a living hell costed him his life. They let him starve to death, not feeding him for weeks. The strong muscular burly middle-aged man's form transformed from stalky and stout, to anorexic in only three weeks. He was so skinny by the time he died, that he barely looked among the living, his cheeks and skin tightly vacuumed in around his bones. Now... he is nothing but a pile of stinky filfth that further plagues the prison cell. The odor of the corpse that had lied there for months, mixed with the lack of hygiene of the prisoners made the smell of the room unbearable... repulsive. Literally sickening. It was something the prisoners grew used to by now, perhaps they've even forgotten about it. Two large iron doors unbolted with a heavy and loud clank. Two guards walked in, a torch lighting up the faces of the prisoners within the dimly lit room. Revan's eyes did not move towards them, though others would look their way. A stalky and slightly obese guard looked towards the taller thinner one after looking at Revan for a long moment. "...Y'know... I swear e's been lookin' a' tha' floor for three years, Kosh. Maybe e's dead..." The fatter one said to the other. The taller thinner one shook his head at Kosh and pointed to the bile filfth lying in the corner. "If'n he was dead ye' idiot, ya' reckon he wouldn't look so... among the livin' would ya? Go on... why don't you go check, Min." Their names, as they usually referred to each other were Kosh and Min... likely nicknames that were made amongst each other. They were the usual guards that would bring food to the prisoners... one meal a day. It usually was some sort of oatmeal looking substance, though it was maggot infested. Not a decent meal to be served within this place. The prisoners ate it anyway, if they didn't it meant they would starve to death. Food was something in this place that one couldn't be picky over, otherwise you'd end up like the man lying in the corner. Min shook his head, looking to Kosh with a widened glare. "Oi' ye think I'm stupid?! I know what'e did in Mihgo!" They likely were reminded every day of why Revanoth must never be unchained. His ability with magic and swordplay were unique among all, and likely if he could ever find a vessel of some sort to power his conjury, it would be the end of his imprisonment and all who stood in his way. No, the best way to handle him was to keep him there on the wall and let him rot. Until his broken spirit would give in, and the Garlean could use him as a weapon of their own... it would only be a matter of time before they would give up and put an end to him. Kosh looked over Revanoth with a cold sizing up glance. "Oh, he's nothin' special... no better than that rottin' corpse o'er there... Just o' waste o' space who ain't gonna do nothin' but rot in this place." Kosh walks up to Revanoth slowly before standing just two feet infront of him, the man bending forward to look Revanoth in the eyes. Revan did not look at him. His eyes remained fixed as they were before they entered. "Ain't that righ' boyo? Ye' ain't nothin' special." The man clears flem from the back of his throat and coughs it forward in his mouth, and launches the grimey mucus from his mouth onto Revan's face.... the grime sliding down the side of his cheek. Kosh begins to laugh hysterically and crazily, and looks back to min chuckling, "See, wha'd'I tellya?!" Just as the man turned his back towards him, Revan stood to his feet, inching his chains as far as they would go, closing his hands just enough around Kosh's neck to pull him closer to him. With all his might, he wrapped his arms around the man's neck, and pulled him down to the floor. Min began to panick as he watched what was taking place, as his friend was starting to be strangled by Revan. He glances down the open corridor. "Ey! We need some 'elp! He's gotta'old o' Kosh!! Guards!!" By the time, Min looked back, Revan was resting against the cold wall, Kosh's corpse lying face first in a puddle of water at Revanoth's feet, his neck snapped and broken, his body lifeless and without breathing. Revan remained quiet, and his eyes lowered once more to the spot they rested on before. Finally he lets out a wry remark with deep undertones of his voice. "...it never pays to be impolite, Min... lest you end up like your friend..." Min's eyes were that of disbelief. Guards eventually stormed the room, and with clubs four or five of them began to beat Revan all at once. When they left, Revan was barely conscious, his face and body bloodied, bruised, and beaten. He slowly drifted into an unconscious state, where he did not wake up for nearly two days.

The Setting This takes place roughly 8 years before the events of the game, within the Garlean Empire. To be more specific, within their highest security prison. The room usually contains no more than four prisoners, and is octagon in shape, spanning about 50 feet in diameter between each wall. The walls rise nearly a hundred feet high, likely in a tower of some sort, and the only light that can be seen is from the damaged roof of the tower. It is pouring rain, which means that rain is leaking in from the rooftop, down unto the tower floor, and hence, conditions currently are quite poor. This room is quite big, and has only four individuals, likely placed under the highest security due to their past deeds, or misdeeds. Most likely, they are prisoners of war that were captured during the invasion of Ala Mihgo. Chained upon the darkest wall, where the light does not land upon at this time of day, is Revanoth, a man who appears to be in his mid twenties. The Plot It is roughly two years after the invasion of Ala Mihgo by the Garlean Empire. Revanoth, a dark damaged man has been devising a plan to escape the prison, but his mind has grown dark, and his heart cold. He is quiet and reserved, but his eyes often remained open in an endless cold stare. Anyone who would look upon him would think it best to keep him chained up, or to put him out of his misery. Its clear what he intends to do once he is freed. Some believe his mind is clouded by insanity and madness, but for Revan, his conscience has never been more clear of what he must do and the mission that is set ahead of him. The Purpose I will soon be putting together a website, some lore foundation, among other things for a Heavy RP Linkshell that will have a chaotic evil alignment. Revanoth did not come into this world as a monster... quite the opposite. But his past has molded his life into something that is now irreversable. He wants to destroy the evil that plagues the world... but sadly, his mind has lost the ability to tell the difference between what is good and what is evil. To him, their is no extreme, no black or white... there is just the disease that plagues this world... that took everything he loved from him... He would unleash hell upon the planet if he could, were he freed to do so. This is an opening for some people to become involved, if they like the chaotic evil approach. Rules of Participation I would ask that you remain active and stick as closely to the setting as you can. Obviously, all RP rules apply, no meta-play, no god-modding. I am okay with the use of magic, but be careful of how you interact with player characters... and also, be sure to try and follow the rules of conjury according to the lore.