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A man is sitting by himself at a campfire, rain is pouring down from the skies creating a clattering sound when it falls down on his armor.
"How fitting that at such situations the weather always suits the mood"
He holds onto a dagger, rotating it, examining it and feeling the tip with his thumb. The dagger is placed besides the campfire, while doing so the man feels around his neck as if looking for something, only to release a sigh just a moment after.
"You fought well, better than i did. You were the victor yet in the end you made a dire mistake."
he grabs the dagger and holds it above the campfire, slowly letting it sink down in the fire. The fire does not reach his skin, but the head does. Pain flashes trough him but he resists, accepting it and becoming one with it, embracing the pain. With his other hand he reveals a small piece of glass from his backpack, placing it on his lap and staring down at his reflection.
"My faith stays true, i will not hide under a rock, i will not put up a mask and i will not shun myself from society."
He places the tip of the dagger at his neck while it is still glowing red from the heat. A hesitation is seen, his hand shaking slightly.
"i must do this, i have far greater fears..."
With his free hand he places a piece of rope in his mouth, biting on it firmly. He begins to slide down the dagger slightly in his skin. His flesh burning away at the touch, tears pouring down his eyes, but he continues. If the dagger went deeper he would feel less, but that is not what he wanted. Water was soaking his eyes and his view became more blurry, yet he kept focused on the piece of glass. After a while he was finally satisfied, when dropping the dagger he noticed his hand was shaking but it was over...
"I will get my symbol back, let this be a reminder for me to carry out this task. This is not over lady Tamara..."
His neck is burning red but the result can still be seen. Several scars have been cut into his flesh forming a figurine. You see a black fist where rays are squeezed forth from, the symbol of Bane.
The man wraps a bandage around his neck, letting it cool down first but soon people will see..
ooc note
(Just an event that happened after Erhen fought with Tamara and she took her holy symbol from him. Currently he wears no more holy symbol around his neck but has the symbol of Bane carved on his neck. Thank you for the event Tamara, really enjoyed myself there 
))
"How fitting that at such situations the weather always suits the mood"
He holds onto a dagger, rotating it, examining it and feeling the tip with his thumb. The dagger is placed besides the campfire, while doing so the man feels around his neck as if looking for something, only to release a sigh just a moment after.
"You fought well, better than i did. You were the victor yet in the end you made a dire mistake."
he grabs the dagger and holds it above the campfire, slowly letting it sink down in the fire. The fire does not reach his skin, but the head does. Pain flashes trough him but he resists, accepting it and becoming one with it, embracing the pain. With his other hand he reveals a small piece of glass from his backpack, placing it on his lap and staring down at his reflection.
"My faith stays true, i will not hide under a rock, i will not put up a mask and i will not shun myself from society."
He places the tip of the dagger at his neck while it is still glowing red from the heat. A hesitation is seen, his hand shaking slightly.
"i must do this, i have far greater fears..."
With his free hand he places a piece of rope in his mouth, biting on it firmly. He begins to slide down the dagger slightly in his skin. His flesh burning away at the touch, tears pouring down his eyes, but he continues. If the dagger went deeper he would feel less, but that is not what he wanted. Water was soaking his eyes and his view became more blurry, yet he kept focused on the piece of glass. After a while he was finally satisfied, when dropping the dagger he noticed his hand was shaking but it was over...
"I will get my symbol back, let this be a reminder for me to carry out this task. This is not over lady Tamara..."
His neck is burning red but the result can still be seen. Several scars have been cut into his flesh forming a figurine. You see a black fist where rays are squeezed forth from, the symbol of Bane.
The man wraps a bandage around his neck, letting it cool down first but soon people will see..
ooc note
(Just an event that happened after Erhen fought with Tamara and she took her holy symbol from him. Currently he wears no more holy symbol around his neck but has the symbol of Bane carved on his neck. Thank you for the event Tamara, really enjoyed myself there ))