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When the Flames Die

There was a huge blackout and I didn't even hear about it? Man, I need to watch the news more.

When the Flames Die

Gareth pried Sophia's hand off his shoulder. "No, Sophia... I failed him..." He blubbered, wet lines traced into his face from his eyes. He looked away from her and released her hand, him walking slowly to a table where he sat. He folded his arms on the table and buried his face in them; he tried to make sense of it all and figure out, not just what would happen to him, but to everyone else especially. He didn't feel comfortable at all, he didn't want to eat. He wished he had stayed in bed that morning, he wished he hadn't handed Redwyne the package Gareth was so unsuspecting of. It could've been the youth, he could have opened it and died. For him, that felt preferable, for at least in his mind he was expendable. The torture cut him deep in his soul, and he felt lost and helpless to the world.

When the Flames Die

Gareth breathed out rather heavily. "Sir... Redwyne... is dead..." Sorrow weighed heavily in his voice. "S-sir Walden... gave me a package to give to him, and... and..." His eyes grew wet again. He couldn't finish uttering his story. Sophia and Jezin approached, and he kept shouting in his mind for them to go away, that he didn't want them to see him again like this. He covered his face and bawled more, the deaths over the past two days already traumatizing him severely. "I couldn't save him..." The pressure on him was intense, thus driving him to blame himself for the preventable mortality, a life that was so crucial to save that he failed to keep alive. His head was racing, he was utterly terrified and grieving, taken to hysteria about the series of events. He begged the late Morningstar to forgive him for his failure.

When the Flames Die

That's a good idea, I do think we should stop posting until DP and Chaz respond again.

When the Flames Die

Well, then I'm gonna have to revise that note to read: "Note to self: Prepare self to write psychological torture following not one, but two deaths in two days."

When the Flames Die

Gareth cried over Sir Redwyne even before he began to die, and even though the snake, unidentifiable by Gareth, was likely dead across the room, having been thrown so fiercely and such force under the last strength left in Redwyne's hands. "You shall not be forgotten, sir, but please, don't die!" He choked out wobbly, as Redwyne seized his wrist and caused them a bit of pain. The young squire winced as the Morningstar died, and he held his head to Redwyne's chest, stained with Harker's tears. He sobbed, making breathy and sad noises; he used his hand to close the dead knight's eyes for the last time. For a few minutes, he remained there and wept, undisturbed by any other presence, but when the violent grieving ceased, he said a prayer over Redwyne's body, hoping his soul would make it to a paradise in the afterlife. After the episode, the young man fled the scene, and left the building as fast as his feet could carry him. People looked his way as he ran steadfast to the great hall, small tears falling down his cheeks slowly as his tired legs rushed ceaselessly. "Sir Walden!" Gareth shouted across the room, and he looked disheveled and shaken.

When the Flames Die

Note to self: Epsir and Sightles love murder.

When the Flames Die

I'm crying, oh god everyone is dying in Gareth's company. IT'S A CURSE.

When the Flames Die

Gareth screamed in panic, and found himself in a predicament. At the top of his lungs, he shouted, hopefully at a volume that would be suitable to be heard throughout the tower, or beyond if loud enough, "We need help! Quickly! We need a doctor!" He slammed his glass down on the table, and ran around the desk, doing last-minute thinking under the adrenaline received in the face of such peril. He looked around himself and quickly looked for something he could use to at least stop the bleeding for a while. Harker crouched down on his knees by Redwyne, guiding the knight's head into his lap, and on the floor he spotted some cloth on a table by the wall, grabbing it swiftly and wrapping it around the wound like a bandage. The poison, he predicted, wouldn't kill him instantly, but it seemed to Gareth the knight was asphyxiating, and as much as he wanted to go run and fetch help himself, he knew that in an emergency like that he needed to stay at the older knight's side to ministrate until someone else came to his aid.

When the Flames Die

"Ah, no, sir." Gareth chuckled along. He remarked about how just how affable and rough-and-tumble Walden was. He shied away from Redwyne's choice of words, not truly believing the Order would change much with his inclusion and turning down the idea of him rising up in the ranks any further. Gareth wouldn't mention it at all, however, not meaning to disrespect Redwyne either, even though the knight turned up quite the relaxed demeanor in such private company. "But thank you, sir, I will do my best not to let you down." He said, trying to reassure himself that he'd perform at least decently.