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[Ricky Maze]

These Final Moments
Autumn 1st 513 AV, 2nd bell
Location: Zeltiva? The Docks?

Pain. Miserable bain in his back. No... everywhere! "Gah! Son o' a bitch!" Ricky hollered as he pulled himself upward with hands grasped around his cranium, a headache from the void thundered in his head as a sharp ringing noise filled his mind. He felt sore everywhere, completely sore as if he'd been hit by an explosive force. "The petch... just happened?!" He cracked his eyes and they opened slowly, the light of the day stung his eyes with its bright illuminations that filled the air. Only to die out as the sea that rested next to the port city rippled from an unexpected force. With his eyes able to adjust freely Ricky was now able to see just what had happened, he was on his ass as if something did manage to knock him down, amd even more startling was that there was blood on him. Blood had splattered on his trousers and his shirt as they were both ripped and torn, blood covered his left palm as he looked at the filth and dirt on his hands. Why was he dirty? He usually kept himself clean enough. He felt something wet on the side of his head, and when he touched the spot he felt a jab of pain swiftly after. Blood on his finger tips.

"Is this... Is this me blood?" His lungs hurt as he tried to keep breathing, all of his body ached as he struggled to get on his feet. Somehow he had suffered cuts and scrapes but managed to be all in one piece, as for the environment however that remained to be a different story. The docks were completely gone as the sea swallowed that whole part of the port, debris of ruined ships from their crash decorated the area all around as he stirred in a nearly panicked haze. "What the petch?! What's this shyke?!" The ringing dulled to where sound finally returned, screams and cries filled the night sky as he looked further into the city, and from there his fear met its match. The city of Zeltiva filled the air with smoke and cries of the injured as half the city seemed to be in ruin, buildings fallen with fires to light the horrid scene before him. What disaster had struck their beautiful city? What event brought on such an effect such as this? Where was his family? His friends? Who else remained alive in the remains of their bastion? He would have his answers soon...

Ricky walked forward with a bit of a limp as his right leg gave of flares of pain with each step, a quickened pace made around what was left of the bow of a ship. There he saw bodies that littered the street, bodies of men and women alike as they remained still. Motionless due to a major event they failed to escape, but just what was this event? Why did it happen? Nothing made sense at all. All Ricky knew was that he was in the remnants of a city he lived in, and he was looking for his loved ones with hopes that they would be all right. "Telion. Hannah. Fenvur. Gale. Tallis. Pa." He wanted to scream and lose himself to the panic, to allow the fear to take over as he pressed onward. He made his way up between the East and West streets, or what appeared to be left of them amidst the debris that decorated them. The way to the Old Quarter was blocked by mountains of rubble, stone and smoke filled his view as he couldn't see past its grand pile. He would have to make a detour through the city of ruin, so he could make a round trip to his home ( or what was left of it) and pray he would find his family there...

[Ricky Maze]

This was all wrong, everything was all wrong. The city was just fine, merely the place he remembered momemts ago. Yet Ricky remembered the flash before he awoke, and before he there was an arguement. He argued with his beloved once again, why now of all times did they have to argue before something big happens? Why did this happen to begin with?! He stumbled a little as the limp slowed him down, his fustration grew as he moved along the street with others. People walked, people ran, people cried, and then people remained motionless. It was all that Ricky could register as he searched for his wife, as he wasn't alone in the remains of this place he walked.

"Telion!" He called out as others did, screams and shouts of the ones who cried for their loved ones as well. The injured remained hopeful in a dark clouded place, the remnants of a bastion still held together as the city once here still existed.in memory. "Telion!!" He shouted with worry as his throat cracked, itched with soreness as he croaked a cough out. He pushed onward as he finally continued his limp to the Old Quarter, the buildings much represented the destruction of the docks he was at many chimes ago. It felt like bells had practically past with no regard to the importance of each tick, and the importance of finding the one person mattered most easily ignored.

When he reached the building where his room was he had started to lose hope however, like all the people around he too began to crumble as he had a moment of deja vu. The entire building complex had caved in, the corners of the structure still remained strong whereas the center gave in. Ricky simply fell to his knee's and allowed the fear to take over now, the thought of the worst present in his mind as he felt himself lost. The people that were around then started to flee as sounds of stone clattered against stone, and with a look over his shoulder Ricky could see what was happening. "Son o' a-"

He ducked forward with arms over his head as the structure on the other side of the street gave in, debris and dust flew out to cover the part of the Old Quarter he was in. Ricky coughed with a clouded vision as he struggled to get on his feet, his entire body still shook even after the quake he felt from the fall of the structure. He looked at his surroundings as he could only see debris here and there, people still ran for their lives in fear as screams still filled the city. He didn't want things to end like this, he had to believe there was still hope. Thus he turned towards the direction of Mirahil Pass, and pressed onward in an effort to clear out of the rubble of the city.