I wandered Sellador and Gideon for 11 years as a merc. I was in some good units, and some bad ones, but I always made it out of the battle alive. Some of my comrades weren't so lucky.|
I've seen death on the battle field before. I've seen men trampled by horses, skewered by spears, beheaded, disembowled... you name it. It's a grisly life out on the front lines... I've seen many men die... but it was different this time.
When Gailin took his final swing, and left his left side open, I knew it was over. I could see the... thing... reaching out it's claw even before I swung my sword in a vain attempt to distract it. It just... punched through his chest and ripped out his heart. Just like that, Gailin was dead.
Like I said, I've seen many a man die in battle before, but none so... noble as Gailin. He was truely a good man. A little headstrung now and then, but who am I to find fault in that? I learned kindness from Gailin, and humanity... I'm not just another mercinary anymore... he showed me that I can be more then that.
Now... now we press on. Gailin's death closes what I see as the first part of our quest, but it also opens the next door. I wont rest until we find a way to get that shard of evil out of Veridean's heart... Gailin went down fighting, like he would have wanted to, but I see the need now to keep living. We have a job to do, and by every God that will listen, I swear we will get it done. I will get it done, even if the others fall or give up, I have to press on. For Gailin's memory, for Veridean's future, for the fate of the world, and for my destiny.