He survives...

[When Kevas woke up this morning the last thing he expected to find was himself locked in his own room, and feeling how cold the door handle was, there was no doubt in his mind of what happened. Someone just dropped a glacier in front of his door...again.

When the audio begins there's a heavy pounding on Kevas' door and when he starts talking he doesn't sound happy at all.]

Let. Me. Out! You can't do this to me!

[More pounding.]

This isn't a choice! You're just forcing what you want on me!

Talia! Nel! Let me out of here dammit!

[It's over. The plague is gone and things are starting to settle again. Standing in the Green, Kevas looks up to the sky at the falling rain. It might be able to wash away the blood, but it can never wash away the memories. Aht died. He said he would protect her and she still died. That will never stop eating at him. Then there's Derek. Kevas doesn't know if he's back yet but if he is, Kevas can't imagine he's taking things too well, or Chloe for that matter, or...well anyone. So much heartache and it's all the fault of one stupid ladymon.

Kevas sighs and falls backwards onto the grass with a wet splat. The rain feels nice against his skin. Maybe he'll just sit here and soak for awhile. That sounds like a good idea.

He just lays there for a moment before grabbing his journal.]

I'm taking a break for the rest of the week. If you need me you know where to find me.

[He's about to toss his journal aside when he decides to add a little more.]

Rapunzel. Chloe. Haven't heard from either of you for a while. You two alright?

WHO: drinkuntilidie, missmimmi, sociopathicwolf, and thequeensown
WHEN: After the fight with Aara.
WHAT: Kevas does the hero thing one last time.

He looked like shit, he felt like shit, and, even worse, he knew he was infected. Now he was just living off borrowed time before he became a raving lunatic, but he wouldn't let it get that far, even if he had to take himself out. Until that time came though, there was still some good he could do and he wouldn't stop until it was done.

Briefly his mind went to Talia. He should tell her what's going on, but he just can't bring himself to tell her that he's doomed. He was going to need one hell of an apology ready when the was all over.

[The transmission opens with a sharp whistle.]

Hey, you three ready for our little trip? Not sure how much longer I'm willing to wait.

[At first he thought about sealing this from prying eyes but changed his mind. It would be more suspicious to hide this from everyone than it would be letting everyone hear. Besides, he has no doubt that anyone they might want to hide this from would be able to see it anyway.]

[Alright he's waited long enough to do this and from the sound of things he's not the only at the keep who needs this.

When he speaks his tone is very somber.]

Back home my people have a ceremony called the Day of the Dead. It's a day for remembering all those important to you that were lost over the years and paying your respects to them. I think that's something a lot of us could here.

Normally it's done much later in the year but due to some extreme circumstances-[I.e. being nearly eaten by a bunch of cardinals.]-I wasn't able to hold the event. I don't plan on missing that chance now.

Anyone is welcome to come a pay respects to whomever they wish, but I swear if I find anyone trying to start a fight I'll end it.

((ooc: Log post will go up in a bit for anyone who wants to join.))

[The feed starts and everyone is treated to the sight of a soaking wet troll. At least this time he's got his clothes on.]

Anymon here be able to tell me just what dis be?

[The picture shifts to the lapras in her kiddy pool happily splashing about. When she notices Kevas recording her, she leans her head in curiously. Hope everyone enjoys that shot of her eyeball. Finally she pulls back, making a happy little noise, and splashes a large wave of water at Kevas.]

Son of a-

[The feed cuts out.]

[Well this certainly is a familiar scene, waking up in an infirmary with his body in searing pain. At least this time he's in one piece. Thankfully he has his journal with him. There's something important he needs to ask.]

Can any mon get me some liquor? Preferably something strong and a lot of it.

[He gets the feeling he's going to be here for awhile.]

[Time to get this show on the road.]

I want to meet everyone who found a note in the library.

[Again he's taking another big risk here but the staff hasn't stopped his efforts so far and he's positive there's people out there with notes that haven't said anything yet.]

[Kevas sits in the training examining a number of weapons he found in the armory, a variety of swords mostly of varying sizes. All of them are blunted, but in the right hands they can still be useful weapons. Shaka stands in the background watching him as he gives each sword some test swings with her cold eyes.

After he's done with each sword he lies them down in a row and grabs his journal.]

We be havin' any mons here dat would call demselves a swordsmon?

[He pauses to think for a moment before speaking again.]

Any mons wid hand-to-hand combat experience would be a help too.

[After that he sets his journal aside and goes back to examining the weapons he's gathered. Shaka, growing increasingly bored, decides to bask in the sun.]

So I've noticed that these things can translate just about anything. That's a tad bit handy. It's been way too long since I've spoken my own damn language. I was starting to think that I'd forgotten how to speak it.

[Well that's not completely true. He can at least speak to Nel like this but after a while he starts to wish that he can speak it more often than that.]

Guess it's a bit of a dead language seeing how I'm the only troll left.

[Pause.]

Only troll from Azeroth anyway.

[He hasn't got a clue where those other two come from.]

Maybe I should write it all down or something.