Death_Angel | Wed 26-May-04 08:44 PM |
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#1103, "Hamashor's Role Chapter 1"
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RoleChapter 1 Aging Fighter Added Tue May 25 18:01:36 2004 at level 51:By the time Hamashor was near the middle of his life, his bones were beginning to creak. His strength and speed weren't what they used to be, but he could still swing his axes well enough. He woke up coughing in the middle of the night sometimes, shrugging it off as a mere annoyance... but somewhere in his tiny mind he began to wonder about his fading health, sitting in the cold and wet. His losses were taking their toll. What could he do? Nothing. Get back up, keep the axes swinging, and wait for the next great battle. Nothing else mattered.
And yet even the brawls he continually threw himself into began to lose their allure. A good, even fight... even a thrashing at the hands of a better warrior... had become a rare event to be treasured. His goal, to prove that a well-honed and highly-trained body could match one enhanced by magical means, to rage and spit and howl in fury and send his opponents fleeing in terror, had somehow become secondary to his unspoken desire to rediscover the joy of combat for himself. Hamashor had become numb. Was it old age, creeping in and forcing him to think against his will?
No matter. Hold your weapons firmly, hurl them at your foe. Skin him and wear him as a trophy, or suffer a defeat. All that mattered was the fighting. Hamashor would find joy in it once more, he knew.
Then the unthinkable: his own commander, the leader of his village, calling his desire to stand and fight into question. Hamashor had been set upon by many enemies. He'd been knocked into submission, bound and gagged, blindfolded and made deaf by the almost-mystical workings of a bard. When he was awoken and attacked, completely insensible but able to keep his feet, he gritted his teeth and stood his ground. Flight never entered his mind.
Later on, when both had been shamefully defeated, his commander told him that it had in fact been HE who had awoken Hamashor, and that he was angry Hamashor had not fled. "I would have hoped, against so many, your first instinct would have been to get away." The berserker was humbled, belittled, bewildered, and horrified. The mighty warrior Jinroh was sitting next to him, at a shrine to the gods of battle, telling him in no uncertain terms that he was wrong to fight, that he was wrong NOT to think, to flee.
This left Hamashor badly shaken, affecting him more deeply than any defeat ever had. Was thought itself truly a sickness, as he'd suspected? Had the commander been afflicted? Or was Hamashor a fool to live the life of a truly unyielding berserker?
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[BATTLE] Hamashor the Legend of the Battlefield
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Hamashor's PK Statistics,
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Hamashor's Statistics,
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Hamashor's Class Specifics,
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Hamashor's Role Chapter 1,
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Hamashor's Role Chapter 2,
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Hamashor's Timeline,
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