Completed Three Strikes And Your Out

[Maduro Salvitary]

1st Of Summer 513 AV

Even the most careful wizards no matter how hard they tried to avoid the effects of over giving eventually it caught up to them. It was because every time a spell was used and piece of them slips away. It was like day after day, he skirted the edges and boundaries of his craft until at last something happened in the eve of the night.

During his stay in Syilra a great many things had not ended the way he wished they had.

Anxiety, stress, it just kept happening until events transpired on a camping trip that completely threw him over the edge. It was him not being able to help, that he couldn't help or wasn't worthy of helping. It was an obsessive compulsive phrase that had eaten away at him for days. Being spread so thin with mystic weaves he felt himself collapsing in on himself.

The magics that he used to control with an iron hand slipped his grasp.

His Auristics finally burst into action as he was left in solitude of his room. His Djed exploded as his senses flooded with a level of overwhelming information. The smells, the noises, scents everything simply bombarded him in a cacaphony of sixth senses and sensations as he became overloaded and fell over passing out on the floor.

His mind ran rampant as spells wove freely from his unconscious form. As he fell into a state of almost self induced hypnotic trance.

He found himself flipped back to how it all started, he was sitting next to Hadyn. It felt so real so vivid as he looked at his beer, like he had been lost in a daydream. Turning to face the strong blacksmith with a level of confidence he quipped.

Aye, you look wonderful would you care to join me for a whiskey?

As he said this a blond woman not just any woman the rebound Maduro had fallen upon that night picked up a bloody bottle of whiskey and poured two glasses for him. He slunk in his chair as he picked up his drink.

A toast

He said vibrantly hoping to capture her attention

Indeed

To the weight of your failures for that's what your worth

He grimaced at her words and as he tried to turn and leave the bar he was confronted by Orick. He was a mountain of a man that seemed to spiral upwards for days. But all of a sudden all he saw was a fist, it all went blank and he was on the floor.

But the crowd of the spinning coin was different, there faces looming over him pointing laughing. Fallon, Fubuki, Liyana, Ana, Michaela, The Mercenary, Orick even Orvin the Wolf drew his paw over his eyes. It all spun round and round

Your a loser

Your useless

You cannot help

Your a fool

They all had something to say, something nasty something spiteful something that dug and tore into him.

But it all faded out now, and Fubuki loomed over him

Ohoho Maduro I know who you are

Before her eyes turned to slits and she smiled with malicious glee as a knife spiraled into his face.

It went white and he was at the lake

But everything around him vanished, the trees slowly disappeared. As to did the water, as to did the rocks and the grass till nothing was left simply Fallon. He reached his hand out towards her. But she grew, she became a giant and her collosal foot picked up and came roaring down upon him.

It was like something clicked

The pandemonium ended and he was left on the floor.

He needed to get out of here these people were not his friends, he did not belong here, a need to escape overcame him as he exited his room and headed towards the direction of the stables.

He paid upfront, he paid in full for a horse and saddle.

And he would hastily leave

The ordeal had frightened him, and he went to search greener pastures.

His Direction Was Ravok