[h3][center][b][color=#00a651]Brorin Fou[/color][color=a60055]l[/color][/b][/center][/h3]

The darkness rung out to him, swallowed him, the world tumbling within his mind. No place to stand, only falling. And in the haze... [i]those voices! Always those voices![/i]

[color=9e0039][i]"Get away from him!"[/i][/color] [i]Wasn't the first time. Wouldn't be the last.[/i]
[color=00a651][i]"Why do they keep doing this to me, father?"[/i][/color] - [color=8dc73f][i]"Keep faith, my son. This is a trial for them, too."[/i][/color] [i]So, he kept faith.[/i]
[i][color=92278f]"Someone wake up[/color][/i] [color=6ecff6]that plague-ridden wretch."[/color] [i]How often had he heard that one before?[/i]
[i][color=a60055][b]"Wake up!"[/b][/color] The dark voice said in his dreams. Yes, soon it would be time...[/i]

Suddenly the ringing in his ears was split by a roar just as deafening. A [color=a0410d][b]"Wake up, little man. No time to sleep."[/b][/color] was belted into his face. But it wasn't as much the Ogre's screaming that brought him back. It was the smell. For a moment Brorin wondered what they fed this creature back at the Maw. He rubbed his head - mask still in place - as he scrambled up once more. 

The return to reality was slow, but every bit as nightmarish as his dreams. It didn't take long for Brorin to find out what the stench actually was. By the time his senses returned to him there was little more left than... [i]madness.[/i] The wind wafted with stinking ash. Bodies crushed. Bodies burnt. Bodies unfleshed. Red and black, blood and soot. And there was fire! In the far distance of his mind, he heard a bell toll, and for a moment, he couldn't tell if he was back at his Parish being clasped in chains, or... [i]Ah. Right. Two days away from Sulfrey. And he had a [b]purpose[/b] to fulfill now.[/i] 

He took one last look at the carnage, then at his... [i]companions[/i]. And then he started chanting, just barely. A hidden prayer sung under his breath. Brorin crossed his heart again. It wasn't much, but it was all he could offer for now. [i]Some people live. Some people die. Some people are taken to the Maw. All deserve at least some decency on their way to that Great Night.[/i] Brorin looked down onto his hands, ash-stained once more. [i]Don't they?[/i]

There seemed to be a lull in the fight. The reavers had fallen for the most part, and what part of them remained had scattered, but in the distance the horned knights of Sulfrey came galloping. Shuffling into cover behind the ice giant, Brorin waited and watched, his eyes set upon that all-too familiar distance.