by Ian G114 » Thu Jun 20, 2002 9:50 pm
Athrin cursed in Berak how he hated going to do battles with the Captain of the fortress Gangrel. He drew up his sword, and rushed, he ringing of steel to steel in the air, saturated with the crowd's whoops and cries. Athrin swung, the captain blocking and stricking for his shoulder, With a fit of anger, Athrin leapt to the side, jabbing his weapon through the captain and watching as the top half fell off, the captain laying there in two peices. As the crowd gathered to see the dead captain, Athrin rushed off with his sword, into the darkness to meet with Branon. The never knew each other til they met...