Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5490216-20140902013847

Revan's Áinfean persona was hard at work destroying the practice dummy several meters in front of him. He imagined a man he swore his wrath upon taking the dummy's place as he channeled the power of his favored Dust crystal, lightning, into it.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" he screamed his heart out into his casting of lightning.

Bolts of lightning escaped both his hands into the dummy until it was disintegrated and the crystal was depleted, as Revan was.

He fell on his back, panting, as the Áinfean persona retreated into the dark corners of his mind, leaving Revan frustrated and empty.

''By the Northern Lords... We cannae stop, can we? All this means nothing? We cannae find him. Holmes cannae... it's all pointless...''

His deep breaths quickly turned into sobs as he laid on his back in Beacon's empty training hall. He was alone. He felt alone, at least. 