Now last time I had defeated an evil being of magic who could not give me any information of the shadows that took my light. I traveled forth towards dark woods Of course, it wasn’t always this way. Once it was noble, once it was powerful, once it ruled our lands. Not so now. After the storms and shadows loomed over us it ravished the woods and dark and evils things now lurk in its shadows.
I was nervous I knew traveling during the night through these woods was not a wise choice. I only had enough daylight to reach the edge of the woods and I dare not use my amulet any longer for the last battle I had evoked my berserker rage and it left my energy zapped and tired and I had not slept since that battle. I use to think of my rage a gift given to me of the gods. Kord is the storm god and the lord of battle. He revels in strength, battlefield prowess, and thunder. Fighters and athletes revere him. He is a mercurial god, unbridled and wild, who summons storms over land and sea; those who hope for better weather appease him with prayers and spirited toasts. . Kord is the son of Phaulkon and Syrul, and the grandson of Lendor. He is a foe of dragonkind, especially lawful evil dragons. Kord’s favorite heralds are titans. He wears a fighting girdle made from a red dragon’s hide, gauntlets from a white dragon’s hide, and boots from a blue dragon’s hide. He wields the greatsword Kelmar in battle. It is he that gave me this power not just me but my ancestors before me passed on through the ages.
His commands are simple: Be strong, but do not use your strength for wanton destruction. Be brave and scorn cowardice in any form. Prove your might in battle to win glory and renown. It is he that bestowed upon us that gift of rage. Anger was all I ever knew and I couldn’t help it. When anger overtakes me, a crimson haze fills my vision, and the rage I hold tightly within me breaks free of my control. My people call me a berserker, and among them I am both honored and feared. Until my light came to me and I let go of my rage and anger. My people laughed and shunned me. I left content to be with my light.
Next thing I noticed I had entered the woods without realizing it and the moons were rising and the shadows forming. I pull out my amulet and its soft white light begins to guide me through the woods. Into a clearing I went. A fog began to form and visions of a battle a lone figure standing in the mist, shrouded in black the only thing you could see was his gleaming red eyes. He stood there, staring down his opponent. Sky shone in a bloody red color, turning all across the battlefield a rustic red color. My rage returning from the depts. Quicker than any normal person could see, we dashed at one another, the crow unknowingly giving us the signal to begin. Our blades clashed together harshly, sending sparks flying from the force of their blows. Each fighter seeking to overpower the other. Seeing that my opponent would not be swayed so easily, I leapt back and threw one of my concealed daggers at my opponent, seeking to end the battle quickly. However, my opponent saw this attack coming, and with quick reflexes leapt out of the way.
I charged with a mighty fury and with a large swing of my sword shattering the ground where he had stood, sending shards of rock flying throughout the air. I tore my sword from the ground, and turned to face my opponent. As I turned, my opponent saw an opening and threw his own blade at me. I didn’t have time to react before the sword whizzed by my head, missing me by fractions of an inch, and embedded itself into the ground.
After recovering from my shock, I grinned, my vision that familiar red haze.
“Give up yet, foolish one?” He asked in a teasing tone.
“Never!” With a bellow of rage at the taunting of his foe, I rushed my rival. Just before I hit him, though, I swung my sword into the ground and used it to vault over my enemy. Before he could turn around, or attempt to dodge, I smashed my elbow into his back, then grabbed his arm and threw him over my shoulder, sending the being, into the dirt, onto his back.
The being sprung back up and began to swing wildly at me. The being was becoming frustrated that I kept evading him, and even more frustrated as the being constantly ducked, dodged, and step-sided my attacks by a bare sliver. This frustration became fuel for my power, and soon my attacks came faster and with more power, till the being had extreme hardships trying to dodge my attacks. We kept this dance of death up for hours, till the moons were low into the western skies.
By this time, the battlefield was covered with proof of our fight, boulders cracked and shattered, the pieces scattered in all directions. There were scars in the ground from wayward blows, and yet they still continued to fight. I could not touch this being with my sword, and I couldn’t risk stop dodging long enough to attack. That is, until I noticed a gap in his defenses. He always lifted his sword high before every third strike. Taking a chance, I ducked under his sword as he swung it down, hard, and grabbed his arm when he lifted up to strike another attack. Before he could counter, I twisted his arm, causing his sword to fly out of his hands, and imbed itself into a boulder.
As soon as he saw this, he tried to grab me by the shoulders I swung the being with my might vaulting him in the opposite direction smashing him against a bolder.
Standing up shakily, the man got to his feet.
I did not waste any time I charge severing his head from his body. With a sickening thud the being was dead. Then I collapsed into complete darkness…