The Wagon slowed to a stop, outside of a inn, a sign with the picture of a Cudgel covered with rust jutted out from the Inn, showing that the Inn was known as "The Rusty Cudgel Inn", Gregorii briefly wondered why people would use such a crappy weapon for a bar name, if he made a bar, it'd be a fancy one, where people could forget their sorrows and indulge in happiness for once in their life, but he supposed that'd defeat the purpose, people go to bar's so they can get drunk off of booze, pity and depression. Most of them saw the world as a shitty rusty weapon, to broken to be used properly. The name made sense now, after all, it was impossible to be happy in this hellhole, any pleasure derived from it was fake, done to delude yourself into believing you were having a good time, nobody smiles in a bar, anyone who did was a liar.

He left the wagon, leaving it in the hands of Culmith, he frowned as he walked in, his eye's buzzing from side to side, trying to find that damn girl, he was grasping at straws now, he felt as if he was in a guillotine, with the blade one inch from his neck, if he couldn't find that girl, all of his progress would be beheaded, lost and disposed of in a basket, all the lives he ruined would be in vain, he frowned even harder, as if it were possible, he liked to believe he was a good man, that his action's bring's warmth to this cold world, yet wherever he stepped, he left nothing but misery and snow, lives broken by his "altruistic" actions. he looked around the bar, it was desolate, as if a fight had set off in their, he approached a man bleeding out, being tended to by a priest, with a hunchback he looked at the man, [i][color=lightcoral]"I'm lookin' for a girl being carried off by some slaver scumbag, have you seen her?"[/color][/i] he grunted, though he had a pissed-off look on his face, he was secretly praying that he'd give him the tiniest hope of her whereabouts, [i]"Aye fuck off I didn't see shit!"[/i] he yelled, Gregorii resisted the urge to beat the crap out of the man, instead he just scowled and turned away. he came across a backpack, left behind by one of the patrons, who had to evacuate due to a goblin attack. Gregorii scowled again, seeing the bitter effect's of his actions, he was like a terrible builder, who tried to fix everything, but instead he only broke things further.

But at the corner of his eye, he spotted a piece of paper, that shined like a diamond, without hesitation he grabbed it, shoving it in his face, the note read [i]"Be at the masquerade ball on Founders Day. Lords, nobles, and merchants of note will be in attendance, and willing to pay top coin for choice slaves. Just don't cross Barken!"[/i] in elegant writing, if the girl was anywhere, she'd be there. Gregorii shoved the note in his pocket, the note glittering with hope, he felt relieved now that he found it, though he had no idea how to gain entry, he wasn't anyone important, he was Gregorii, a mystic of rage and depression, the title sounded cool, but he was still a peasant, not even the smallest of lords would invite him, but he had a idea, their would likely be members of the watch at the party, after all who was their to stop all the [i]flithy[/i] peasants like Gregorii from crashing it?. He walked up to a guard, hunched over a table with a dozen other's like him, directing orders on how to clean up the mess Gregorii helped make, he scowled [i]again.[/i] he figured he's going to do that a lot. 

[color=lightcoral][i]"Aye I wanna join the guard"[/i][/color] he asked, angry at how easy those words fell from his mouth, guards only exist to keep the poor from eating the rich, the commander briefly looked at Gregorii, [i]"Haven't you seen a little too much winter's to join the guard"[/i] he smugly insulted, Gregorii wanted to hit him in the face, it was natural, he wanted to hit [i]everyone[/i] in the face. [color=lightcoral][i]"I'm younger than you"[/i][/color] he retorted, chuckling as if he made a joke, though the joke died out quickly, it was more painful than funny. [i]"I'm trying to stop this mess from getting worse, if you want to join the guard, go to Founder's Bridge's Keep"[/i] he glared condescendingly, pointing at the door. Gregorii just walked out and left, walking to the wagon, but Culmith was surprisingly absent, Gregorii looked both ways, trying to spot him, but to his horror, he spotted a group of guards walking across the corner, one of them recognized him, pointing at him and causing the other's to sprint towards him, Gregorii swore under his breath, hopping onto the wagon, he yelled for Culmith to get on, but he was no where to be seen, muttering under his breath, Gregorii rode away from his only friend, swearing incessantly as he did so, now he felt truly alone.

The guard's disappeared into the distance, he rode forth towards Founder's Bridge, but much to his distress, he found that a group of guards were waiting for him, two of them on horseback rode up to them, [i]"Halt!, inspection!"[/i] he yelled, Gregorii had no choice but to stop, thinking quickly, Gregorii frowned, [color=lightcoral][i]Two crazy criminal's took everything I had[/i][/color] he lied through his teeth, though their was some truth to his words, the guard's looked at each other, then back at Gregorii with sadness in their eyes, [i]"I'm sorry, we'll catch them, I'm sure of it"[/i] one of them apologized, Gregorii moved forwards, [i][color=lightcoral]"I'm sure you'll find them soon"[/color][/i] he told them, as they already found him, they just didn't know it yet. But much to Gregorii's dismay, there was a single piece of paper on the door, which said [i]"City watch applications closed until morning!"[/i] Gregorii wanted to scream, he simply went back, it was getting dark, he needed to sleep, yet he was broke, whatever money he had, he needed to save. he drove outside the city, past a inn with a warm bed and cold drinks, he frowned, he couldn't afford to enjoy his life, he left the city, driving past a noble and a servant who seemed to be in a rush, when he tried to talk to them, they rode away on horseback, the servant's name was apparently Renold. But Gregorii didn't care, the noble's were no different from god's, they got to sit in their castle's all day, each day was joyful for them, each one having the ability to [i]enjoy[/i] their lives, while Gregorii got to sleep in a half-broken barnyard, he hated them too, if he wasn't so ambitious, he'd settle for killing the rich instead.

He looked at a destroyed Farm House, whoever lived their was likely too dead to complain about Gregorii sleeping their, the harsh crowded city was replaced by a cold open hill, which was utterly silent and lonely, he felt more alone than anyone else in the world, with Culmith gone, he had no one to talk to, no one to share drinks with, no one to enjoy life with, he'd taken a mop for a friend, and it was a shitty one too.

He pushed open the door, causing it to almost fall off it's hinges, all of a sudden he saw red, he looked at the ground and spotted a pile of disgusting rats, in a pile fighting over a rotten piece of meat, Gregorii felt anger fill his veins, with a yell he jumped in the air, falling ontop of the rats, six of the rat's were too busy fighting over a morsel of meat, to notice the incoming death from above, with a squish the filthy creature's were deader than dead, Gregorii had avenged his family once more, rat's were the instrument's of the gods, whenever they wanted a plague, the rat's carried out their actions, the plague didn't kill Gregorii's mother and father, rats did, they took his youth, his happiness, his sun, he'd burn the dead rats, but it'd be a insult to fire. Gregorii stuffed the rat's into a bag, hoping to use them to a later purpose, if the god's used Rat's to ruin his life, than it only made sense for him to use dead rat's to ruin theirs. after making a fire, he laid down on the hard cold floor, curling up into a ball in order to stay warm, but it was useless, he hadn't felt warmth in a year straight, his heart was numb with hate and sadness, he'd cry, but he cried so many times, his eye's had shriveled and dried up like raisins, eventually he got so exhausted he fell asleep. 

While he slept, he dreamed that he was sitting on a nice hill, he was a kid again, full of youth and vigor, without the hate it came with, he sat in his home at Razor, his house was close enough to the surface, that there was a window leading towards the sun, he laid down in a ray of sunshine, smiling as he basked in it's warmth, staring directly at the sun, though it didn't hurt his eye's one bit, it felt pleasing, he felt happy.

Then Gregorii woke to the sound of two horses yelling, he yelled a swear word loudly, the window was replaced with a hole in the wall, instead of the sun, there was a blank void where it should be, the ray of sunshine was gone, so was his youth, he was now a grumpy old fart again, laying down in a ray of cold, wishing it was sunlight, he got up, pushing the already half-broken door off it's hinges, dragging bloody sack filled to the brim with dead rat's, two of the rat's were tied together using a crude rope, like ninja-chucks, only messier. Anger drummed into Gregorii's head again, he saw the faint outline of a giant rat with two hideous beady eyes staring at him, he felt anger flood his vein's, turning him from a sad old geezer, to a angry middle-aged man, he yelled as he ran towards the rat, beating it bloody with a mop, the giant rat tried in vain to fight back, but Gregorii smacked and whacked and sacked the Rat, whipping the hideous creature with a bag of dead rats, Gregorii screeched like a monster, beating the rat until he stopped moving, and then some more, and even more, the rat was dead but Gregorii was still kicked and yelling and screeching, letting out any energy he had into his swings, the filthy rat stole his sun, stole his family and his life. a hour passed, Gregorii was sweating with exhaustion, the rat wasn't even a rat anymore, it was a torn apart bloody mess that vaguely resembles a rat, Gregorii yelled weakly, kicking the creature one last time. Then falling to the ground, going back to sleep, back to his dream's of a happy life. one better than the garbage fire known as reality.