[RPG] [BT] [MESH] A Lonely, Cold, Shell of a Noble Man.

[Jonathon Taylor]

Danny currently felt, completely useless.

He'd been stripped of any nobility (in his eyes) and any responsibility that
he once felt Mesh had joyfully been empowered into him. And now, Danny was
wondering region from region doing mindless Civil Work and engaging Monsters
and Undead at every whim.

At times it felt like he'd became a Death Seeker, looking for a quicker way
out but not even Danny could do that. He was too proud of a man to do that
but the last few days, possibly weeks, maybe months and more than likely
weeks and months to come we're going to be difficult for Danny.

He'd been strong, talkative, empowering and inspiring since the day he
joined Mesh, and in less than a month all of the responsibilities he had
once thought he had shown the capabilities of generating and completing
successfully had been taken from him. A few not-very spoken nobles who, in
past had not spoken much but had been in Mesh for a significant amount of
time like Danny him self, stood up to the tasks that Danny current estowed
and then Mesh saw it fit to remove Danny from such positions.

This along with the fact that he felt he was being undermined, and that at
times he also felt he undermined to do his job justfully had left him
feeling like an emptied out shell. Obviously in the eyes of Mesh he'd not
done his job well, few people still saw him as a capable General but the
fact that a man that had hardly spoke just a month ago. Stood up to the task
that Danny previously enrolled, and Mesh voted him into such a position at
the drop of a fat left Danny feeling insignificant, destroyed, lonely.

Danny was stood in Eykfar with his Archer Unit, his head facing the ground,
his sword and bow sloan over his shoulder. The smell of burning Monsters and
they're smoke, crawling over the horizon on such a beautiful, sunny and
completely still afternoon.

He looked at his second in Command, Robert who lately, had been the first in
Command in all respect as Danny nursed to his mental wounds. And then Danny
stood, rubbed down his clothes, looked to Robert and said,

"On to Lanngetti. And then to Joppo."

Sir Danny
Marquis of Hoelorr, Marshal of the army of Poitra


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The Bridges Fall To The Ground,
And You Say You Have Sacrificed?
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