Borimer Death Scene
It has been said that when fighting to the death you do not feel the burn of sharp steel biting deep into your muscles…or the sting of the salty blood from both your body and your opponents as it runs down your face and fills you eyes…or the screams of terror from the two little ones for whom you are gladly giving your life. It is a lie. It is all a lie. The physical agony is only adding to the pain caused by knowing that you have betrayed your own cause. That in that one moment of weakness you have crushed the small chance of survival that was left.
I had long ago lost count of how many had been slain at my hand. In my fight to stay conscious I did not see the two massive Urukhi that thundered past. I was too late to help when I finally realized that the two I had been guarding were gone. What was left of the troops I had decimated were running after them. I was so overcome with hopelessness that I did nothing. I had fallen to my knees and remained there, head bowed with my despair, until I became aware of two iron shod feet. They were connected to an Urukhi holding the most gruesome bow I had ever seen. A dark arrow with a deadly looking broad head and ominous black fletching was already knocked. I remember him stretching the bow back to breaking point as, with deliberate slowness, he aimed for my chest. I don't recall him ever releasing it because someone came sprinting in and sliced straight through the bow and his thick, swarthy neck. Even as I watched his lifeless head and body topple to the ground, I was being lowered to my back by the gentle hands of the fearsome healer. He knew I deserved nothing from him; yet he was helping me anyway. Somehow, I found the strength to tell him what happened to my two little charges. I asked him to save my city. Finally, I asked for understanding and forgiveness about how I had treated the little ones kinsman. It was with great relief that I was able to die with him knowing that I had accepted him as my brother, my captain, and my king.