Role

Chapter 5

Borkahd received a scroll recently from one of his brothers who had left
home with him requesting a reunion. He was glad to hear from him and to
know at least one other of his clan still lived outside of the volcano,
the fate of those still there he did not care about. The day came that
the scroll requested the meeting and he traveled to Seantryn to see his
brother after such a long time. The moment that he saw him he knew that
he had succumbed to the charms of magic. He detected no trace with his
eyes but he could simply sense it. A powerful magic clung to the giant
before him, one he grew up with. Anger rose from his core but Borkahd had
attempted to hide the fact that he knew his brother was using magic but
readied himself mentally, warding himself against magic directed at him.
He asked his brother of the others, hoping to gain a bit of information
about where they are and his brother fell silent, simply grinning. In one
swift movement his brother pushed off his cloak and pulled a massive axe
from over his shoulder, it was concealed by his cloak. The axe radiated a
powerful magic and Borkahd released a savage growl, drawing his ancient
weapon that has been passed from Commander to Commander. He told Borkahd
that he was the last soul of the clan he had to collect, the rest were
already captured within his blade.

Without a second thought Borkahd swung a heavy blow at his brothers head
but he avoided it, jumping back and chanting the names of demons. He
seemed to grow stronger and faster as he completed his chant and uttered
an incantation, stealing Borkahds sight. Borkahd instinctively focus on
clearing his sight as he advanced, his vision growing clearer then
before. A fierce battle ensued and Borkahd found himself on the losing
end. He channeled his inner rage and his eyes glazed over. He no longer
had to consider his actions before taking them, all of his training,
experience, and studies came together. He was, at that instant, no longer
a warrior in a war but the war itself. The battle raged on for what
seemed like nearly the entire day until Borkahd ended it with a blow to
his brothers face. He channeled all of his rage in the blow and Mana
Crusher struck home, the only thing left of his brothers head was a
mangled mess on the ground. A few seconds later, his body dropped and
poured blood from the opening that was once a head and neck. Borkahd fell
to his knees as the rage passed and noticed that not all of the blood was
his brothers. He was covered with deep gashes but would survive, barely.

He pried his brothers unholy axe from his hand and tossed it to the side.
Borkahd hefted his ancient mace over his head and uttered a prayer to
Lady Yean before bringing it down with all of his might, destroying the
axe. Tendrils of red and black energy drifted up from the shattered axe
and vanished into the sky. Borkahd felt his inner fire grow once again.