At last, it was time to give battle to the enemy - and in this case, for this former Duke, it was against the real enemy. He had long been looking forward to this day, to charge against Perdan and smite them for sacrificing his former home. He had thrown off all false pretenses and started once again, older though he was, in a new crusade. In the days gone by, he had time to contemplate his faith and chosen to walk the path of worshipping a pantheon of Gods, lead by the creator Bhunivelze. In His name, he recruited men to enact His vengeance against the fallen sons.
Ravier and the Vengeance marched alongside those he once called foe, advancing upon the fortifications of Bescanon. Archers rained upon them, but still they marched on. Horses charged out with lance and with sword, but the Vengeance of Bhunivelze could not be slowed by dying men. The time came to scale the walls, and he lead his men up the ladders. Hails of arrows came down upon them and more men gave their lives for the Creator before they charged headlong into combat. It was crowded and difficult to get in to strike true but many hits were landed. It was around then that Ravier, fighting off some men in another melee took his first arrow wound to the leg, grimacing and howling in anger before slaughtering a couple more men and trying to find cover to deal with it. His men were being shot off the walls by the arrows and eventually sounding a general retreat because the melee was far too crowded and even with shields they were sitting ducks.
Ravier on the other hand was sitting against the fortification, trying to pull the arrow out of his leg so he could at least attempt to continue fighting. Then he heard men marching upon his location, so he stood. Running was not an option for him but fighting certainly was. He took up a stance and watched as the mass of militia saw the lone noble, sword and shield raised. Ravier swallowed a little, knowing that unless something were to distract these men such as arrows or an impending charge, that his end was almost a certainty. He glanced around a little. The archers in his fellow units were only just beginning to draw, and there wasn't anyone else preparing a charge.
He smirked at the militiamen. "Etro take the lot of you!" was his final battlecry as he personally charged, for Etro was the Goddess of Death in the pantheon. Arrow after arrow sunk into parts of him not covered by his shield, feet and shoulders mainly. He stumbled in his charge, listing over to the wall's edge. As his vision wavered, he looked behind him to the fall, and then in front as the assembled militia encircled him. He looked straight at them, the blood loss now too severe and survival impossible before he looked up at several glints in the sky. He grinned.
"She answers my prayers.." were his last spoken words, as the arrows rained upon the militia, striking them down and causing survivors to retreat. But it was too late for him now, as he sunk his sword into the ground and leaned upon it whilst kneeling, forehead resting against the pommel. I go now to Bhunivelze and his new world.
And with that last thought, he fell to the side, blood pouring out of the wounds he had taken. After they had rallied, the Vengeance had found their leader dead upon the battlements, and had begun the task of returning him to his home as well as notifying his kin and his allies that he had fallen. Once a champion of protecting those who could not do so for themselves, Ravier had died as a champion of the Gods themselves. And his task, his revenge, would fall to his last surviving son Serrin.
