A Light In The Dark:

[DragoonCrow 346]

Berendan Thorne growls loudly as his right pauldron is beaten off his shoulder by the charging Bohra warrior, muttering a curse as he throws a punch with his remaining gauntlet, breaking the Bohras face. He takes out his dull war-pick, throwing a swing towards the Bohra's shoulder, breaking it. He delivers the Coup de grace, bashing in the skull with the pick. 

 

He looks to his mangled armor, his chestplate dented, and many pieces missing. He looks to the Bohra, going on with the messy business of removing edible meat with his improvised bone knife. He yells another curse as the bone knife breaks, throwing the useless bone to the ground. 

 

He takes a deep breath, before leaning towards the nearest wall, his armor scraping against the wall. His helmet falls to the ground as he looks at it, the entire helmet being mostly ruined. His breath starts shallowing, his entire body feeling weak and cold. His eyes starts closing as he squints his eyes, a light appearing in front of him! 

 

He sees a lovely sight, a hall, filled with ale and meat. Armored men sit around the tables. The black cross being seen on their old tabards. He could see some of his old comrades, Sten, Marco, and others. Two of them turns to walk towards him, their hands outstretched. He could recognize the figures of both Mirtok and Gaius. A low rumble could be heard from Gaius's helmet, muttering a simple "Welcome home brother." Mirtok turns towards him, walking in his direction. He bends down, whispering into his ear

 

"Meinae shekels." 

 

Berendan's eyes shoot open. 

 

"**** this ****, I'm not dying here." 

 

He looks to the door that locked him in. Screaming a war cry, he rushed at the wall with his shoulder, his towering form smashing through the old stone. He dusts his shoulders, picking up his broken gear as he heads off. 

 

((Unbanned, I am back. 

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.