Balagor walked through the Southern exit of the room. It was a standard sized metal room, airy in its own right but no bigger than most of the rooms around here. It was also intensely cold. Balagor huddled up to himself in spite of his muscular form. The cold was biting.
The room was a rocky cavern but it had frozen over. Icicles hung from the roof overhead and dripped down slowly onto the floor below. Huge sheets of the stuff were covering every surface. It was a strange diversion from the usual metal rooms around here. In spite of everything, Balagor enjoyed that at least. He had never been a big fan of the metal and the strawberry frap filled future.
There was a noise that caught his eye though suddenly. He swirled around to the North as the door swung open. The doors were set into the icy rock wall. It opened rather slowly, creaking free as it did.
"Who goes there?!" He said, expecting a fight. He lowered his guard when he saw.
Walton stepped through into the room from the North, shielding himself from the icy coldness. His breath caught in the air.
"Balagor!" He said.
Balagor grinned and cracked his neck to try and stop it freezing over.
"Good to see you again!" He said, walking forth to meet partway.
*Click*
Balagor stopped suddenly to look down as something below his foot was caught. There was a pressurised slab on the cave floor. He looked up and around as the icicles began to rumble and cracked his neck again.
"Get back by the door Walton!" He urged. Walton looked open mouthed but Balagor just shook his head.
"I got this. Go back to the door. I've faced worse than this."
Walton nodded and dashed back to the door frame where it was relatively warmer in comparison to the rest of the room. A blizzard was coming down from above now. It was growing in intensity. Balagor flexed his muscles and stood upright. A little cold wouldn't stop him.
It began to get fiercer though. Walton was huddled up by the door, looking up as he noticed a mechanical fan swirling around. There were giant cooling systems embedded in the walls all over the room and they had been fired up into full force.
"Get over here!" Walton urged as Balagor shook his head and called out above the ferocity of the blizzard.
"Don't wanna risk crashing down the roof!" He said. The icicles above were teetering very unsteadily in the storm. Balagor stood his ground and gritted his teeth.
"IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO?!" He roared out. Letting out a warcry at the top of his lungs he held ground as the intensity increased. Walton pressed the door release frantically, opening up the room to the North as the others stood by and saw the figure in the middle of the room get buffeted by the ice and the snow.
"We need to help!" Shouted Brie but it was too late. The storm was too intense. The air was impenetrable now. Nonetheless, some of them moved forth. The door to the South opened wide now and more people were stood watching in horror.
Boone scuttled across the floor as the snow stuck to his fur and blew it in all directions. He was joined by Mark and Marek. From the South side of the room Maria, Andrael and Peter dashed in to assist the figure in the middle of the room.
Then a huge shadow lurched out of the blizzard as Stonehard Lee thudded across. The icicles shook with each stomp but they didn't fall. He ran over and shielded Balagor but the icy winds were dying down. It was already too late.
The air slowly cleared as more people came through. Angela, Frederick and General Chuikov walked through. Rita came next, waving to the group at the North. Airlea stood silently by as the crowd gathered around the middle of the room. Hobert winced and thought he saw Wilt but...he was different somehow.
"It's Urk." Said Brie bitterly.
The others came through too. The group from the North saw Dern but helmetless and very much feminine in all aspects. Tyrese and Brittany walked in alongside Dennis and Eleanor came down from the North. Sophia joined the group followed by the final figure.
Kristoff stood in the ice by where the crowd was and looked over. Balagor was lying on the floor, unable to see much of anything. His body was covered in ice and snow and his teeth chattered.
"G---g-good t-to s-see y-y-you all ag-again..."
He began.
"D-don't....w-w-worry about m-me. I'm g-g-gonna just r-rest up a b-b-bit."
"Hang in there!" Urged Lee.
"I-I owe W-Willis s-s-somethin'." Said Balagor with a smile. "M-m-make sure h-he gets w-what's c-c-coming to h-him okay?"
And with that he fell deathly silent.
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It's cold here but that's only to expected since you just froze. Dark too but the dark doesn't scare you. You walked into the darkness once in this journey, it's time to do it again.
In your clan you believe death to be a worthwhile and honourable thing. The only worthless deaths are those who die a coward and you know that you went down fighting. That's soothing. A warrior is destined to greatness in the lands beyond the world but...there's still some doubt in your mind. This is nothing like in the songs and stories.
You've done a lot of bad things in your life. Killed a lot of people and done a lot of damage. But all of it was done with pride and with the strong fist of a warrior. So why are you afraid? The darkness doesn't scare you so what is it? You just expected something different. That must be it. You expected more than this. You expected a different path.
"
I can undo all that has been done..."
You hear the voice in the back of your mind, or whatever's left of your mind. Undo? There's some things you'd go back and change, sure. You wouldn't die for starters. There were more heroic deaths out there. You'd stop yourself from having to fight the battle. You'd refuse to come to this hell-hole in the first place.
But then, where would the others be without you? Probably dead and dying and the world would be doomed. You wanted to give Willis a piece of your mind and you never got the chance. But at least you made it so they could all do it. At least they can carry on and do what you couldn't. You hope they can at least.
You hope for a lot of things really. A roaring fire, a nice round of head-ball on a vast open plain and tons of red meat and beer to wash it down with. You hope that these things are coming because right now it's just darkness and silence...and the voice.
When everything is said and done, your hopes are all that remain. You hold onto them for as long as possible. They all eventually die down save for the most important hope of all.
You hope that they take your finger and remember what needs to be done. To take his head.
You're just sad you won't get to watch when they kick it around.
You have been killed. This is a sad event that no player wants, but it's part and parcel of the game. It may not be the end though as there are revives from death in this game.
Please ensure you still follow the game rules. You may post in your journal but do not attempt to contact any players outside of the game.
