Swordbreaker.

[Murrah]

She stood over a cliff watching down to the Troll Village, her helmet hiding her features and the heavy mane of the helmet danced on the wind, she stared down in silence words attacking her mind with heavy blows. DO NOT DEFILE HIM DEATHWALKER, GET AWAY FROM HIM! As if she would had been hit she turned her head and snarled, squeezing her hands into fists she trembled and let out a growling sigh, turning her gaze away from the village she started to walk away.

...All the riddles...
...All the good words.
..Words of trust...Ha.
..You are..alone... There is no one for us.
....Only scars.....Only you and me...
...Stop your crying....You are not that softhearted....Dreadwind..
..Maybe you should be what you truly are....
Be silent Hungermind...Be silent blade.
...Silent?...Ha!...Never...Come....Dreadwind..Let's get rid of those pesky feelings AGAIN!.

Murrah fell to her knees and hold her head as the blade on her back glowed and hissed like hot metal sinked to freezing water. Murrah howled and went limb, then she slowly stood up the white glow of her eyes turning to dark, like muddy water under clean ice, she  turned her head slowly, looking around and started walking away the grass under her boots withering slowly.


Murrah snapped awake, it was dark and she felt how her arm and side was oozing, she was wounded., but she would heal. She tried to stood up but she was too weak for it. She gasped and leaned against the wall..

What have I done...
Oh...You have done good Dreadwind...You have done very good.
No...
Yes....All that "trying to help" poor old Sharptongue and that Orc who loves to cut herself for blood, all that power you gave her to survive, you almost withered away yourself. You should thank me. I took us to find replacing energy for you.. And if I may, you were hungry.. You were so hungry....
NO!

Murrah tried to stand up again, but her body resisted. She snarled and stared at the sword whom lied next to her, hearing it's mocking laugh inside her head.  Murrah growled and forced herself upwards standing wobbling, she grasped the sword.

What are you thinking Dreadwind? Don't even try it!
I'm going to end this! You controlling piece of shit!
No! NO! Do not do it, think about it Dreadwind you weaken yourself! I am the only thing what keeps you strong!
And insane! Good bye Hungermind! See ye in HELL!

Murrah growled and gathered all her strength and hit the sword to the caves floor growling the sword shattered and unnatural wale escaped and it echoed in Hinterlands.
Murrah smiled and tears fell down her cheeks.

I'm sorry Brother, my tribe.. My pack.. My Family.

I'm sorry Sharptongue.. Ye annoying bastard.
Murrah fell to her knees holding the broken sword and then it went all dark.


In the darkness Murrah saw three little pups yelling and running to her, Murrah knelt and hugged them, crying.

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Don't you lit any pyres yet. Just, go with the flow!

[Kozgugore]

Orcs dying, everywhere!

[Murrah]

She aint dead!.. Well kinda she is, but already dead! but not deaddead!

[Grogok]

Who else is dead? o.o what have I missed while I have been away from here? o.o