Message #124260

[Logar]

Something happened to Usul that day, on the battlefield. Clearly Usul has some skeletons in the closet...

Roleplay from Usul Soul

Usul, his personal protector Erasmus, and his unit of archers arrived at the battlefield only moments after it had ensued. His men took position and were ordered to fire.
Oh, the bravery of being out of range, he muttered to himself.

Archers were always his first choice in battle, although not shy with the sword. His Fathers training had taught him well whilst growing up; although his forceful methods that were thrust upon Usul were something not to be desired and often met with rebellion. Upon remembering those times of past and the words of the recent letter from his Father; whilst the distant bloodshed could be witnessed in the distance; Usul became once more enraged, gritting his teeth.
As the enemy infanty closed in, "Draw blades!" He ordered.

The enemy charged the ranks and the sounds of meeting steel could be heard all around. Almost face to face with two brave soldiers running towards him, Usul lashed out, and in a series of synchronised swings of his sword, they fell. He lashed out some more, his internal conflicts that raged from within giving life to his blade.
The ground beneath his feet all around became sodden with the staining of blood oozing from decapitaed limbs, his men were being slaughtered before his eyes. Usul screamed out a hefty roar! charged another enemy soldier advancing toward him. Slash, thud, swipe, the soldier was no more. Usul, filled with the throbbing rush of adrenalin continued to stab, piercing the already motionless body, spraying blood and remnants of flesh in all directions. His face covered with the blood of the dead soldier, Usul could taste it as is seeped into his mouth. He was uncontrollable as he continued to grind the body to a pulping mash. Laughing out loud as he raised he sword for another swipe, he became giddy....lightheaded...then weak.

He dropped to his knees and his cries of laughter became those of tears...he wept before his vision faded into darkness as he passed out.

A large heavy hand reached down, picked up the sleeping body of Usul. Erasmus flung the sleeping body over his shoulder and retreated swiftly from the turmoil taking his Chancellor to a place of safety.