14. januar 2011

Dawn arrived with no relief. Daylight was just a hint of red turning to yellow behind the smoke clouds that covered the sky. We had heard our approaching allies being slaughtered during the night, and all hope of any help was long since crushed. All that was left of us was ten score pent up in the Tower at Horram. The yard there was too small to muster a sortie, so our cavalry had left their horses behind. We had plenty of archers left, but not enough ammunition, and most of our infantry were pikemen. I was one of a handfull of Fregorn left, and when our captain ordered I strike against the enemy, I did not object. We were not about to sit and wait to be slaughtered.

We checked our weapons and armour and gathered in the yard. Our captain invoked the ritual of Fregor, and suddenly I stood in the midst of a horde of Gendarrians. I killed an even dozen before they even saw me. Then I kept moving, blocking swords and spears with my shield, and chopping limbs and smashing skulls with my axe. This was how a fregorn fights, on an open battlefield suurounded by the enemy.

I could not see any of my brethren, but I knew they were with me from the sounds of carnage all around. For what seemd like an eternity, I fought, laying waste to those heathen sheep-fuckers, singel-handedly doing more damage than a cavalry charge. I must have killed a hundred men in the confusion before I had carved enough room for them to surround me. And still they died by my hand, the useless cunts. But nothing good ever lasts, and I saw the spear coming through my stomach before I felt it pierce my back. The pain was welcome, I had waited long for death's cold caress. But then something happened.

I saw their exultation turn to unbelief and dread. The clouds opened up and a beam of light shone upon me. The spear in my gut turned hot and vanished. As I stood I felt all the fatigue wash away and a surge of strength rushed through me. For some reason I stood still and loooked each of my enemies in the eyes and vowed to kill them. I think I killed a thousand men before their army routed, and when I looked around I saw a field of corpses and my reborn brethren wings outstretched and howling our cry for victory.