Death of a Beserker

(Set after the Slavers RP.)
Bludghul stood on the peak of a mountain in his homeland taking in deep breaths of the cool mountain air. He escaped the slavers but barely. His former self was gone, destroyed by constant whipping and torture. His face now deformed showed signs of age. He knew that today was going to be his last. A honorable death awaited below and Malacath already had a place for him in the ash pit. He put on his helmet and began his slow pace down the mountain dragging his right leg.

It was early morning when he arrived in Cyrodil. He stood onto the previous battlefield the smell of summer deep in the air. The sun was shinning at full for a morning. He sat down in the field of luscious green grass to rest his broken self. He untied his right leg from the steel plate and observed the deep cut which was now turning dark green. Gangrene was already taking his leg. He opened his bag and sipped the ale, then packed his bag again and began his way to the imperial city. Upon entering the jewel that is the Imperial city his looks as an orc were despised but his orcish looks were now also deformed and the citizens kept far away from the the ugly creature that walked past them. Bludghul saw the outline of the arena standing like a pillar.

Upon entering the blood works the metallic smell of blood hit his nostrils. The Blademaster a middle aged Imperial with dull blue eyes turned to look at him. A snare hit his face at the sight of Bludghul. "What are you doing down here filth?" The Imperial replied to the sight. "I'm here to fight" Bludghul let the words roll from his deformed mouth. A smile spread across the imperials face as he began to laugh and point. "YOU!?! FIGHT?!? MY TWO YEAR OLD DAUGHTER COULD BEAT YOU OLD MAN!!" The imperial yelled. Bludghul took the insults and remained quiet until the Imperial stopped laughing and took on his snare once more. The Imperial with a shrug gave Bludghul a set of torn and rusty iron light arena armor. "May your filthy gods protect you filth" The Imperial snarled into Bludghul's ear. Bludghul was not old he was in his mid-years. But his deformation seemed to add to the years. He picked his weapon. The weapon his father taught him to use the axe.

Bludghul now stood at the gate starring at his opponent a Dunmer on the other side. Would this Dunmer bring him death he wondered. The gates opened and Bludghul was in the arena dragging his leg he began to hobble towards the Dunmer who was now in full sprint. The Dunmer let out a battlecry just as he was about to strike. But Bludghul was faster and more experience even in his current state. And did a strike at the unprotected head of the Dunmer which fell motionless. When Bludghul entered the bloodworks the Imperial Blademasters eyes widened and became serious. Without a word he paid Bludghul. Bludghul however did not have any use for the money so instead in his next match against a Imperial he began to throw the gold at the crowd which began to cheer for the ugly beast in the arena.

The imperial fell and so did the next 5 combatants. The blademasters face was now in shock at the fact that the ugly crippled beast in front of him could even raise an axe. His next combatant was another Orc. Much younger than Bludghul and full of life. This would be a honorable death thought Bludghul as he began to walk towards the Orc. Suddenly his right leg gave a crack and he was on the floor. The Orc charging with a large Zweihander. Bludghul tried to stand up on his left leg and succeeded but was shocked when he saw his leg on the arena floor detached from his body. The younger Orc stopped his charge and stared at the leg and then at Bludghul. "Fight me you fool!" Bludghul yelled. The younger Orc looked at Bludghul and have a nod and proceeded with a large sweep with his zweihander which Bludghul blocked but was sent to the ground. Bludghul sent a sweep with his axe to the orcs legs and struck flesh. The younger orc fell onto the ground but got up quicker than Bludghul and gave Bludghul a kick to the face.

Bludghul was on the ground again. He managed to block a heavy blow. His axe broke and now stared up at the younger orc who was about to strike down but stopped and looked down at Bludghul. Bludghul did not stop he got back up onto his one foot and leaped at the younger Orc prepared to fight him with both teeth and fists. The young orc to a punch to the face then sent his zweihander into Bludghul's stomach. Bludghul fell to the ground his back smacking the dust of the arena with a loud thump. Bludghul was staring at the blue sky remembering his adventures and friends he had met and did not say good bye to. The world turned grey for Bludghul and all pain and sorrows were gone. "Open the gates to the Ashpit" He whispered as his head hit the ground.

(This is the last of Bludghul he will no longer be used in RP.)

What a way to go out! Nice story and a fitting end.

Brilliant story, but if he was pleading for his death then it would not be honorable.

(May 31st 2013, 10:59 AM)Miasmador Wrote: Brilliant story, but if he was pleading for his death then it would not be honorable.

Damn Did not think about that. Good point thanks I will fix that as soon as I can.

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There I have updated it. Feel free to add more suggestions.

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(May 31st 2013, 09:48 AM)AluminumKnight Wrote: What a way to go out! Nice story and a fitting end.

Thanks

(May 31st 2013, 09:30 PM)Plague_Walrus Wrote:

(May 31st 2013, 10:59 AM)Miasmador Wrote: Brilliant story, but if he was pleading for his death then it would not be honorable.

Damn Did not think about that. Good point thanks I will fix that as soon as I can.

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There I have updated it. Feel free to add more suggestions.

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Brilliant! A true orc death. Brilliant story.