Mourning Never ComesYarash gro-Dushnikh might not be the most handsome of men, but he was smart and his sword-arm was strong. He had thought that that would be enough as he wandered into the bandit camp in the hopes of earning some easy coins. It quickly turned out that it wouldn't be so easy after all.More Like This
He was outnumbered by five to one, at least, and it wouldn't matter how strong his sword-arm was, he would never survive this. Instead he had decided to die a glorious death, an honorable death, by killing as many bandits as he could before they would overpower him. He had lived a good life, a full life, and he had no regrets. He had no regrets apart from the fact that he had never married, never sired any children. But that was too late now and there was no point in dwelling on it.
Yarash unsheated his dwarven warhammer and tightened his grip of the hilt, steading himself for the battle to come. He managed to block the first attack, pushing his opponent back long enough to skillfully smash the head