From Sorrow

(Another character related post)

The tale came from sorrow, and Kharask did not like dwelling on his past, yet there it was. He remembered the time that she fell from him, that he killed her. But he remembered before that too, he remembered the others tonight. At that time, at the end, he was leading only dragonborn. It was there first mission as a team, and it would be there last. He remembers all of them. Kretas'Varel, Tulvet, and the traitor. The dragonborn had accepted the traitor to there tribe for training as a warrior. There tribe was small, but trained many skirmish style fighters as well as being the foremost of the smaller tribes for training warlords. Kretas was a powerful warrior, he used a longspear as well as being proficient in using javelins. Tulvet was small, but suprisingly resilient. Kharask had seen one of the blue scales put an axe in his head during a raid, only to be stabbed to death by the vicious dragonborn, he was known to carry throwing daggers, but his main weapon was a war pick, and he also carried a heavy shield. The traitor used many weapons, but he mainly used a greatsword while at the tribe. Kharask recieved the three warriors as his to be commanded after this last training mission was to be completed. The one that was to be the traitor would more than likely be replaced upon returning to his tribe. The band was lead to a small clearing by a scout, the scout then moved ahead towards some nearby overgrowth and trees, sensing something. It wasnt long after he disapeared that they heard the sounds of his death, followed by roars. The blue scales had set an ambush. Six of there barbaric warriors charged the troupe, armed with sword and shield. Kharasks own members braced for the assault, but at that moment the traitor turned, running Tulvet through with his blade and moving towards his allies. Tulvet amazingly scrambled to his feet, bleeding but looking for blood. At that point Kretas looked back, and Kharask gave him a grim nod. They would stand there ground. The battle was extremely violent. The blue scales charged with blasts of lightning coming from there maws and using staggered attacks to rest and then move back in. Tulvet was to be credited with most of this victory, right from the start he planted his pick in the chest of one of the blue scales, then unleashed a blast of caustic liquid that turned his quarries head to paste. He then got a lucky head shot on another, killing it instantly as the pick smashed into a soft spot on the side of the blue scales skull. Eventually the small but fearless dragonborn succumbed to his wounds. He had been stabbed well over a dozen times, a javelin was sticking through his left shoulder, and his shield arm was broken in at least two places. Even so, as Tulvet died he lunged forward biting into the neck of one of the blue scales, the enemy stabbed him several times, but it was all for not, Kharask smashed the blue scale in the side of the head killing him, and tulvet fell beside him, his mouth still latched to the bluescale, even in death. During this time Kharask had killed two but, was also badly wounded. His great maul had found the heads of two of his enemy, but he was bleeding badly himself. Kretas was the hero though, he had killed one of the blue scales by himself with his longspear, and had got several nice shots in on several of the others, weakening them up for Kharask and Tulvet, but when the traitor charged Kharask to finish the battle, it was Kretas that disrupted the charge. Kharask could only watch as the traitor and Kretas battled, he was patching himself and preparing himself for more, knowing that another team would be there soon. He knew in his condition he would only get in the dragonborns way. Kretas handled himself well. Although built as well as Kharask was, the traitor seemed to at a loss when dealing with the dragonborn. Kretas dodged his attacks while spearing the traitor over and over. At last Kretas saw an opening, and drove his spear through the traitors shoulder, much as he had done so many years ago to kharask. The traitor howled and dropped his sword. Kretas pulled out his spear viciously and stepped back preparing to lunge the weapon through the traitors head, but it was not to be. A second team had arrived, and they had launched a barrage of javelins towards the two. Kharask stared grimly as the weapons soared his way, but then he saw only the face of Kretas. The dragonborn shuddered several times as he took the javelins meant for him and Kharask. Kharask watched in grim sorrow as the eyes of his comrade clouded over, and became vacant. Kretas fell to the ground a moment later, but it had given Kharask an oppurtunity to withdraw...

This was a tale from sorrow, and the ending was even more painful to him.

(I'll have more posted later! =)