[u]ORSON[/u]

As the group arrived at the cities gates one of the figures stood out more then the rest and that figure was Orson. The guards were unnerved as the man stood before them silent without armor and only a single sword twice the thickness of regular crafted weapons slung across his back. They whispered to each other as the group passed them to enter the city. Orson had moved with the group like a dream state shuffling along the dry dirt roads to cross the now cobble stone streets. Orson's eyes dull and with the far off look about them. Elissia called him the perpetual dreamer. A man lost in his own dark slumber, only to awaken as the god Huri would let him.

Huri the god of rage and madness. Even barbarians who prayed to Huri rarely received his blessing. Legends are told of those that the mad god had blessed destroying legions single handedly. How they would keep fighting even after receiving death blows from their enemies. These mad warriors were destroyers of kingdoms. Able to cleave through stone and shatter the strongest forged blades of any opponent. They fought to the death once battle began and very few lived to tell the tale of encounters with a cursed beserker. 

Orson was one of these warriors. He had received the mark as his entire tribe was cut down by a neighboring clan. There is no record of the battle but the devastation left behind gave rumor that the gods had cursed the area and punished the inhabitants. Orson was found wandering the woods by Elissia. She was one who could see the mark the god Huri had placed on him. Ellissia with her druid ability to sooth creatures is able to control the warriors rage. Orson follows the group not out of loyalty or protection, but more to keep others safe from him. He has the uncanny ability to read any opponent and gives tactical advice to the party. He is always left behind with the gear and horses. This is from the general fear of his curse and how those touched fail to recognize friend from foe. In combat they assault anyone with their fury at full force. 

The group was on edge bringing him into the city but he was apart of the group and as such had a right to a bed and a nights rest. Johnathan was aware that Elissia was unable to enter the city because of the pact of her faith so she was left at the farm with Max. As they entered the city Orson was covered in a hood to reduce what he saw. They made a strait line to the tavern and put him in his room with a double payment to ensure he not be disturbed. Locking the door from the outside they left him in the room to relax. 

With the door keeping the rest of the city safe Orsone took off his sword and clothes and sank into the hot tub closing his eyes and falling into a deep sleep. He dreamed the same dream he always had the one the god Huri placed upon him ever since the fateful day so long ago. The fear and feeling of powerlessness over the sight he witnessed of his village being destroyed. The lives that were butchered in front of him as he hid. The coward, what a mockery to be given the curse of a warrior. Orson eyes opened slowly he felt his heart beating fast letting out a sigh he rose from the water and toweled off. Laying on the bed he thought of his comrades and the risk they willingly put themselves in by having him so close to the constant battles. Grateful for the day he met Elissia and her powers over the rage inside him. If there were a thing as a celestial, then surely she was his.