Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="Hammerhead" data-source="post: 813485" data-attributes="member: 73">Groknar reacts calmly and rationally, given his circumstances and personality. He starts repeatedly pounding Tarkus's corpse with his fists, repeating over and over again Come back, brother! Come back! Snarling, he turns away from the corpse, tears streaming down his face. The half-orc storms out of Kord's temple, fists and teeth clenched. Even Jobu was silent. Groknar wasn't sure who to blame for his brother's death. Tulmercy the lich, for killing him with cruel waves of fire and force while cowardly immobilizing him. Kord, for stopping Tarkus from returning to his brother. Tarkus himself, for not coming back, instead staying as an eternal petitioner. Darian, the tricksy wizard. Verra, a Chosen. Zelestine, the woman Tarkus died protecting, another Chosen. Himself, the mighty and unbeatable Groknar, who defeated the lich. But not fast enough. In his rage, he cared more for bloodshed and carnage than his brother's life. Could he have saved him? Groknar wasn't sure who to blame.He was sure, however, that someone, anyone, was going to pay dearly. Groknar will return to his companions. Brother stay dead, he says, fighting back tears. Then, he grabs Darian's shoulder. Wizard-man, you help me find dead guy. Me want kill dead guy for good. How?</blockquote>