[center][color=aqua][h1]Alberich[/h1][/color]
Interacting With: [@Wick], [@Lord Orgasmo][/center]
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Alberich stormed off deep into the woods, and the only sound that was heard throughout was his rage snapping several trees in half with the massive axe he carried as a weapon. Explaining his past to Elyria was difficult, and he had relived moments he hadn't wished to think once more. The lumberjack needed to find a way to cope with his pain and sorrow, and taking his anger out on the nearby forest was an option. Of course, Alberich would have rather struck down a number of soldiers serving under the Dark Lord, yet for now, there hardly seemed to be any sign of his dreaded foe's presence. 

After cutting a swath through the forest, Alberich was clearly worn out. Several full-sized trees behind him were shattered and cracked, fallen onto the ground because of the lumberjack's strength. Sitting down on a fallen tree, Alberich placed his head into his hands, remembering the death of those he cared about. He severely desired to travel to past, to be able to erase the painful memories that haunted the lumberjack, but Alberich had no power to do so. Digging into his pocket, Alberich pulled out a frayed bracelet, doubtlessly made by the daughter he cherished so much. The mere sight of the bracelet made the muscular man cried, and Alberich took the time to bawl his eyes out.

[color=aqua]"Linde... Eike... Forgive me for not doing more."[/color] Alberich muttered as he sat the bracelet on his lap and pulled a handkerchief free from his pocket to dry his tears. The lumberjack sat in silence for several minutes, mourning and lamenting his fallen family. His best friend, Liebwin, had fallen as well during the battle for Alberich's village, and Liebwin's memory struck a chord within the lumberjack as his memory graced his deceased friend. Alberich's hands twitched into fists, as almost a spectral force was driving him forward. Why was Alberich crawling into a shell, mourning the lost, when he could be out there protecting the weak and fighting for all? Perhaps it was the thought or spirits of those the lumberjack cared for pushing him towards this conclusion, yet regardless, Alberich felt that he had to do something, to continue the quest he set out to finish.

Standing up from the log, Alberich gathered all the trees he had cut down. It was a considerable pile, enough to start the base of a small building, but the lumberjack didn't let the sight deter him. Prowling the nearby lakeside and forest, Alberich searched for some strong twine or plants strong enough to act as a rope. A few minutes of searching led to the gathering of several reeds and roots, which Alberich in turned wrapped around the logs to bundle them tightly together. With all his might, Alberich lifted them over his shoulder, yet the logs were numerous and therefore heavy. Even a muscular man like himself was visibly straining his body to carry them back to the campsite. 

The fire was still bright and burning by the time Alberich returned. Eager to drop the lumber, the lumberjack tossed them to the ground with a loud thud that stirred dust around the encampment. [color=aqua]"I'm tired of standing around. If you two want to sleep, then rest. I'm a busy man, and I need to stay that way. Don't worry about the rest. I'll watch for them while I work."[/color] Alberich stated, yet his breathing was labored, doubtlessly caused by the straining he forced onto his body to carry the logs back to the campsite. The night was indeed dark and full of terrors, but Alberich had a new goal in his life: to make the world a better place once more. He couldn't stand around and dilly-dallied with his hands in laziness when work had to be done.