A journal of a unknown berserk who died on December 15,1701 recovered by hugin the crow
The date is December 12, 1701 and the time is 5:00 A.M we have been at war for ten years now yet there is still no end in sight. Today we are ordered to engage the enemy once again at 8:00 A.M I fear we will come to another impasse again and we shall spend eternity fighting. Its now 7:50 A.M we are assembled many fear we will not survive and that we will be over-run. Now it is 8:00 A.M I can feel the blood thrumming in my ears and my heart pounding in my chest we are waiting for the signal to begin the charge. A blast fills the air and we scream "For ODIN!". We charge the lines of the corrupted elves who sold their souls to the evil god known as Loki they are called Hrodvitnir after the mighty wolf. The lines of the Hrodvitnir gleamed with spear tips and swords yet we did not falter as we charged past their shield we lost many who were too slow to dodge their spears. I made it past their weapons and I screamed as I cut down two hrodvitnir who had maces that looked like a mans face twisted in agony. I felt a bolt of pure pain pulse through my leg as a arrow struck me .I looked at the archer and saw him smile with broken teeth and I roared as I hurled a spear at him him hitting square in his chest I took a sip of the mead given to us by Freya and felt hot rage bubble trough my blood and my wound heal I charged back into the action. My blood felt like it was liquid fire,my eyes noticing the slightest movements it was like all my sense were in overdrive as I charged a large hroldvitnir who had twin axes he swung and i deflected one with my short sword and cut him across the chest another hroldvitnir hit me in the back of my shoulder with a knife and i droped my shield I turned and cut the one who stabbed me with across his throat he fell to the ground and the other one cut me across my back I fell as my nerves felt like they were being lit on fire. I swung wildly and caught him in his head he fell to the ground and I took another sip of mead and my blood boiled again. I saw my friend wave to me and then watch he fall as a short axe caught him in his chest he fell dead i turned to see the hroldvitnir who killed him and my eyes locked on him . In my rage I picked up a mace and swung at a hrodvitnir that wore gleaming armor that looked multiple faces staring at me he smiled as he caught my mace in his hand and crushed the top of it I jumped back and grabbed a knife from my belt and lunged towards his chest my knife buried itself to the hilt in his shoulder and he punched me off of him I felt some of my ribs crunch under his fist as I flew through the air then I slammed into the ground. I got back up one arm holding my side the hrodvitnir who I was fighting earlier laughed as he pulled a huge longsword off his back. He swung at me and I managed to dodge the swing and roll under his sword I stabbed him in his knee then his stomach he grunted as he dropped his fist into my shoulder and I slammed into ground then he laughed as he buried his knife into my chest. I started to black out and the last thing I remember was the hrodvitnir falling over also with arrows in his head and someone screaming my name. I awoke the next day in the field hospital. We won the battle but this will be my last till Odin's healers can heal me with their magics and send me out again next battle.