Bein'lur stood, watching his surroundings as he lay bleeding slowly, it was not the Mighty Scaddernak that had bested him, nor the wolf. But a simple Boar. Smiling, he lay down, preparing for his inevitable death. He felt the wound, it had ripped into his lungs and had caused internal bleeding, yet the feeling to Bein was bliss.
A Flash of light appeared in front of him, as he saw Mara, his lifemate who had died long ago. He grinned as he prepared to join her. He closed his eyes slowly, and felt as his soul flew out of his body and joined Mara. They evaporated into particles, as they drifted towards their final resting place.
Meanwhile
Ber'mar grabs hold of the mast, as a sudden pain shocks through him. A single tear rolls down his cheek as he realises what has happened. Land is in sight, and...
OOC: Someone else can play as Ber'mar, his story hasn't finished yet, Whoever wishes to, Can, Farewell Orcies!