Post by Vincentus on Jun 23, 2014 14:58:43 GMT
He needs to be discharged.
Do you have any idea what that means? He's our best tank!
Best tank that nearly got your entire squadron killed.
The room was cold, and every sound was a haze to the warrior laying on what felt like a cold slab slated for death. His dreams had been filled with monsters, and for a long time he wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not. The last thing he remembered was the excursion into the Icecrown Citadel and as far as he knew, he was still there.
We'll retrain him, we'll take care of it! It was just..
What was it, captain?
I.. I don't know.
He could hardly hear the voices in the room. He could only feel the cold breeze, the sounds of medical equipment. He didn't want to hear the sounds before he'd passed out. Screams, cries. There was no other sound like someone dying.
The room was fuzzy when he'd opened his eyes. He could barely make out the sight of several bodies headed towards him, and his natural reaction was to fight. He had no idea where he was, no idea who these people were, and now they were going to pay for what he'd done. What he'd been forced to do.
"Raiyce! Fuck, wake up!" Several of the doctors tumbled to the ground and the walls, shouting for assistance with their wild patient. The danger of working with warriors, one had said, was their penchant for anger. Violent anger. It was said that once a warrior saw red, there was no shutting him down. In the case of this warrior, several paladins and a brave doctor finally had him pinned to the wall.
"Snap the hell out of it!" The man's voice finally came clearly to him; the commander was on one side of the room, coming closer by the moment.
"Hold him still, he's going to hurt himself!" One of the doctors behind him shouted, their eyes filled with worry.
"How is he even moving at all?!" One of the paladins had demanded. He wanted to do as he was told, but this was confusing. He didn't know where he was, who these other people were, what was going on. The question had been odd to him, what did that paladin mean? Why shouldn't he be able to move? And then, when the rage finally died down... it all made sense.
A collaboration of doctors put the man back on the slab, screaming in agony. Was there anything that wasn't broken? What happened? How did he even get like this? The commander stood over him, doing his best to calm his best tank. There wasn't much he could do until the various drugs and healing set in, and by that time, the man was nothing but lucid.
"Raiyce, listen to me." He wasn't sure how many times the commander had to say his name before he'd finally turned his eyes. By that time, another man had joined him. Vincentus Varlisse was in his full regalia, and it could only be assumed that he'd just returned from the field to check on his tank.
"This isn't going to happen, Varlisse."
"You can bring a man back from the dead, and this is too 'difficult' for you?" The warlock hissed, bright eyes locked onto Raiyce's for what seemed like forever. It was a desperation that he saw, and the truth. Of course they wouldn't help the head of a Varlisse's operation; warlocks were hardly tolerated, even now. It was a gamble accepting the king's call to duty.
"We killed her." Vincentus smirked down at the warrior. For a moment he wasn't entirely sure what he was talking about. When it came back, it was violent. A queen on her throne, and a small group of adventurers. He'd been the first in, and something had been wrong from the start.
"I don't know what she put in him, but we can't risk him killing anybody -else-." His visions stopped, and cold, dead silence stood in front of him. Kill somebody? He'd killed somebody? He'd remembered standing before the woman, not feeling quite right.. but everything after that had been nothing but a blur of screams.
"So what do you intend to do captain? Leave him here to die?" The warlock spoke again. His voice was seething with hatred, but the warrior couldn't listen anymore. What had he done?
"Honorable discharge with compensation. I don't want to see him at the gates of this citadel again, Varlisse. Blame yourself for expecting a group of under-trained lackeys to perform as well as our soldiers."
"I hope the Lich King runs you through." Vincent smiled, speaking as if he were to an old friend. The conversation had not continued, however. He and the warlock had hardly had another moment to speak before he'd been called away again, and Raiyce was left alone to wonder, and continue wondering in his dreams as sleep called him away:
What have I done?
Do you have any idea what that means? He's our best tank!
Best tank that nearly got your entire squadron killed.
The room was cold, and every sound was a haze to the warrior laying on what felt like a cold slab slated for death. His dreams had been filled with monsters, and for a long time he wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not. The last thing he remembered was the excursion into the Icecrown Citadel and as far as he knew, he was still there.
We'll retrain him, we'll take care of it! It was just..
What was it, captain?
I.. I don't know.
He could hardly hear the voices in the room. He could only feel the cold breeze, the sounds of medical equipment. He didn't want to hear the sounds before he'd passed out. Screams, cries. There was no other sound like someone dying.
The room was fuzzy when he'd opened his eyes. He could barely make out the sight of several bodies headed towards him, and his natural reaction was to fight. He had no idea where he was, no idea who these people were, and now they were going to pay for what he'd done. What he'd been forced to do.
"Raiyce! Fuck, wake up!" Several of the doctors tumbled to the ground and the walls, shouting for assistance with their wild patient. The danger of working with warriors, one had said, was their penchant for anger. Violent anger. It was said that once a warrior saw red, there was no shutting him down. In the case of this warrior, several paladins and a brave doctor finally had him pinned to the wall.
"Snap the hell out of it!" The man's voice finally came clearly to him; the commander was on one side of the room, coming closer by the moment.
"Hold him still, he's going to hurt himself!" One of the doctors behind him shouted, their eyes filled with worry.
"How is he even moving at all?!" One of the paladins had demanded. He wanted to do as he was told, but this was confusing. He didn't know where he was, who these other people were, what was going on. The question had been odd to him, what did that paladin mean? Why shouldn't he be able to move? And then, when the rage finally died down... it all made sense.
A collaboration of doctors put the man back on the slab, screaming in agony. Was there anything that wasn't broken? What happened? How did he even get like this? The commander stood over him, doing his best to calm his best tank. There wasn't much he could do until the various drugs and healing set in, and by that time, the man was nothing but lucid.
"Raiyce, listen to me." He wasn't sure how many times the commander had to say his name before he'd finally turned his eyes. By that time, another man had joined him. Vincentus Varlisse was in his full regalia, and it could only be assumed that he'd just returned from the field to check on his tank.
"This isn't going to happen, Varlisse."
"You can bring a man back from the dead, and this is too 'difficult' for you?" The warlock hissed, bright eyes locked onto Raiyce's for what seemed like forever. It was a desperation that he saw, and the truth. Of course they wouldn't help the head of a Varlisse's operation; warlocks were hardly tolerated, even now. It was a gamble accepting the king's call to duty.
"We killed her." Vincentus smirked down at the warrior. For a moment he wasn't entirely sure what he was talking about. When it came back, it was violent. A queen on her throne, and a small group of adventurers. He'd been the first in, and something had been wrong from the start.
"I don't know what she put in him, but we can't risk him killing anybody -else-." His visions stopped, and cold, dead silence stood in front of him. Kill somebody? He'd killed somebody? He'd remembered standing before the woman, not feeling quite right.. but everything after that had been nothing but a blur of screams.
"So what do you intend to do captain? Leave him here to die?" The warlock spoke again. His voice was seething with hatred, but the warrior couldn't listen anymore. What had he done?
"Honorable discharge with compensation. I don't want to see him at the gates of this citadel again, Varlisse. Blame yourself for expecting a group of under-trained lackeys to perform as well as our soldiers."
"I hope the Lich King runs you through." Vincent smiled, speaking as if he were to an old friend. The conversation had not continued, however. He and the warlock had hardly had another moment to speak before he'd been called away again, and Raiyce was left alone to wonder, and continue wondering in his dreams as sleep called him away:
What have I done?