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<blockquote data-quote="Hillsy7" data-source="post: 6999388" data-attributes="member: 6689191"><p><strong>Burrai Steelborn</strong></p><p></p><p>With the world rendered in flattened shades of grey by Burrai’s darkvision, the rain caused it to flicker and shift as though they were caught in a snowstorm at dusk. The rain pinged lightly of his plate mail and added a familiar weight to his beard; it reminded him of times spent standing in trenches on battlelines, waiting for the rain to pass so the cavalry could charge, watching for assassins and sappers. Those days were simple, but fulfilling: the camaraderie of soldiers; the shared purpose and shared fears of death and disfigurement. A simple exchange of flesh for coin.</p><p></p><p>And then his son was gone and those memories seemed so mundane, so…..<em>wasted</em>. No one remember a soldier who held a pike in the face of charging horses; history did not record men who did what was asked of them and took their coin. He sighed. He was freer then, tied to his duty by contract and the fear of the cowards brand, than he was now seeking fame and renown.</p><p></p><p>Turning his thoughts to what was still required for the last few hours of the night, he stomped through the rain testing his plans, running through chains of events he hadn’t thought of yet should everything go wrong. Then the Rhat suddenly stopped, head cocked.</p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">"I thought I heard someone yelling the name of my master Rasul..."</span> Ren whispered straining to hear something over the constant patter of rain. Burrai had heard nothing save the tumbling thoughts in his mind clattering together like rocks. Ersun looked away to the left, peering as though he could see the phantom noise.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #008080">“A cry. Fighting, that way!”</span> the underfolk hissed. <em><span style="color: #800000"><em>~Maybe he could~</em></span></em>, Burrai thought. Ersun gestured to Ren and scuttled off. Burrai glanced at Jabbar briefly and in their shared gaze realisation grew. Rasul’s name, invoked mere minutes after they’d left the shop. The sound of a fight. A small urchin boy replacing the elf, Aletia, moments before she ducked out into the night.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #800000">"Noro!"</span> barked. Hot blood flooded him and he turned the charge after Ersun.</p><p></p><p>It seemed Burrai Steelborn’s axe was going to bury itself in someone after all tonight.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hillsy7, post: 6999388, member: 6689191"] [b]Burrai Steelborn[/b] With the world rendered in flattened shades of grey by Burrai’s darkvision, the rain caused it to flicker and shift as though they were caught in a snowstorm at dusk. The rain pinged lightly of his plate mail and added a familiar weight to his beard; it reminded him of times spent standing in trenches on battlelines, waiting for the rain to pass so the cavalry could charge, watching for assassins and sappers. Those days were simple, but fulfilling: the camaraderie of soldiers; the shared purpose and shared fears of death and disfigurement. A simple exchange of flesh for coin. And then his son was gone and those memories seemed so mundane, so…..[I]wasted[/I]. No one remember a soldier who held a pike in the face of charging horses; history did not record men who did what was asked of them and took their coin. He sighed. He was freer then, tied to his duty by contract and the fear of the cowards brand, than he was now seeking fame and renown. Turning his thoughts to what was still required for the last few hours of the night, he stomped through the rain testing his plans, running through chains of events he hadn’t thought of yet should everything go wrong. Then the Rhat suddenly stopped, head cocked. [COLOR="#0000CD"] "I thought I heard someone yelling the name of my master Rasul..."[/COLOR] Ren whispered straining to hear something over the constant patter of rain. Burrai had heard nothing save the tumbling thoughts in his mind clattering together like rocks. Ersun looked away to the left, peering as though he could see the phantom noise. [COLOR="#008080"]“A cry. Fighting, that way!”[/COLOR] the underfolk hissed. [I][COLOR="#800000"][I]~Maybe he could~[/I][/COLOR][/I], Burrai thought. Ersun gestured to Ren and scuttled off. Burrai glanced at Jabbar briefly and in their shared gaze realisation grew. Rasul’s name, invoked mere minutes after they’d left the shop. The sound of a fight. A small urchin boy replacing the elf, Aletia, moments before she ducked out into the night. [COLOR="#800000"]"Noro!"[/COLOR] barked. Hot blood flooded him and he turned the charge after Ersun. It seemed Burrai Steelborn’s axe was going to bury itself in someone after all tonight. [/QUOTE]
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