From: David Dankel (stgdankel_at_gmx.net)
Date: Sun Dec 14 2003 - 02:22:26 GMT
> "We must have fallen about ... 20 feet, I think. Is your rope going to be
> long enough? And should we climb up to the others - assuming they are up
> there..." She points up towards the area, where they fell down "... or
> should we get them down here and go on exploring? Siri, Grendahl
> was right
> behind you and Berryblood, wasn't he? Lyra was up front - T'sunami might
> know?"
"Hmm?" T'sunami snaps awake, momentarily stunned by the cave in and
Berryblood's death. He t'skrang blinks as he clears his head. "No," he
says, shaking his head. "I didn't see anything." The Warrior continues to
stare at the fallen troll. Berryblood's death hung heavy in his chest,
though differently than for the others.
No warrior could stand against his enemies forever. There would always be a
time when one will suffer a final defeat an join his brothers and sisters in
Death's army. But Parlainth... the meaningless, unexpected type of death
which denied a Warrior the right to face their battle was far too common
within its ruined walls. The troll's tragic death brought that reality far
to close for comfort.
"Leave his personal belongings," T'sunami says, starting to become aware of
the adepts' surroundings once again. "We know of him or his family, should
let him take them with him to the Fields. Only take his food - there is no
need to anger his spirit here in these Passion-forsaken ruins."
T'sunami kneels near the fallen Warrior, rearranging the rubble to help
build a makeshift tomb. Barely audible above the sound of Siri's climbing,
a low Warrior's dirge escapes his lips.
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