The grounds of the Village bear the old scars of war, and the freshness of new blood. Smoke rises from huts still left aflame.
One hut in particular stands strong, almost looking proud, although it is burnt beyond repair.
The fleeting image of Ckol can be seen standing by his old door, blood-stained and covered with many, many battle scars.
The image disappears, and you know that he has passed from beyond the mortal realms to the heavenly fields of war.
The BattleRagers left behind kneel before his hut, their faces stoic without tears, in respect of a great brother and warrior gone.




Good job on a well played Char, I'll miss a very tough and respected enemy. good luck on your next