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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

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Postby Bartholomew on May 10th, 2015, 5:09 pm

The slave did not seem very inclined to accept Light's gesture of friendship. The moment when he touched her she forcefully pulled her hand back as though his touch was colder than the coldest ice. As a consequence, the slave girl began to tip over the canal.

Light held out his hands and fought his urge to reach for her. He didn't know why but a part of his body told him to grab her while another part told him that she was alright. In the end it was her that grabbed him and they both tumbled into the water together.

Light felt cool all of a sudden, like his body had lost the suns heat. He felt a heavy burden on his body that dragged him down, but he wasn't moving down very fast. He wasn't falling, he was floating. Why was he floating?

Light opened his eyes suddenly to see the bottom of the lake city, Ravok. The sight surprised him so much that he took in a deep breath, which was a big mistake for him since the only thing to breath was water.

He felt himself suffocate. His lungs and nose filled with so much water that it flowed down his throat and into his brain. He shook violently in hopes that this would bring him afloat, but it only made him sink faster. Bubbles rapidly flew from his body and to the surface, and the water around him began to shake uncontrollably.

He was sinking, suffocating, and dying. Light was too young to die. He had yet to live happily, marry the woman he loved, start a family, and establish himself into the Ebonstryfe. He had yet to realize his dreams, and yet he was dying. Light's eyes tried to focus on the surface and the shine of the sun but they were going dark. The world was going dark.
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