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Veritas Isle

Ravendale City

a part of Veritas Isle, by Fauna.

Ravendale City

Sambea holds sovereignty over Ravendale City, giving them the ability to make limited changes.
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Ravendale City is a part of Kingdom Of Prericia.

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After the incident, Erorn stopped by the tavern in town. He sat in the farthest corner or the room with the strongest drink he could afford. This was it for him. He wasn't going to go through this crap anymore, he just wasn't made for it. James hadn't changed he'd just been cut off from his urges long enough to trick both of them into thinking he was better. His eyes showed no remorse when he did what he did. He was no longer the same person he fell in love with.

Erorn's heart was ripped into a million pieces, and he felt like the pain would never stop. The alcohol did little to help, as he cried into his drink.

"What was the point? What was the point of any of it?" He sobbed as quietly as he could, talking to himself.
"What was the point of trying to help him when he turned on me? What was the point of loving him? Everyone I love hurts me. I loved Marcus and he treated me like dirt, I loved James and Luther and look what they did. Maybe Luther had the right idea. It's not like any of them has visions. It's not like any of them would know what I was doing." Erorn was now nearly growling with anger.

He downed the rest of his drink with gusto.

"No, I'm not going to go out that way. I'm not letting that bastard win." He said with a little bit of a slur before walking out of the tavern and into the night, unsure of where he was going, who he would meet, or if he would ever be able to love anyone ever again. He had been broken and it would take a lot to put him together again.