“Death at Eastfleet” [!] A portrait of an adult Borris Iver Kortrevich   12th of Msitza and Dargund, 419 E.S.   So let loose thine arrows, send them hurtling toward the enemy.  With a single word, thousands of bolts blot out the sun as they streak across the sky. And with a single thunderous clap, the wrenched return with their own volley.  Death appears to take the brave, status or none, death seeks to unify.    With a single word, thous