<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/pGxGVLFm.png)<br/>Kraum the Madman (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1262692)<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 75<br/><strong>AC:</strong> 28<br/><strong>Rage:</strong> No<br/><strong>Frenzy:</strong> No<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br/><br/></div><br/>Another glorious battle, so much better than the celebration, to be sure. Yes, the abundance of drinks had been nice, the attentions of some of the women folk enjoyable, and the overall atmosphere of the festivities quite enjoyable, but when Adrian Daerheart had returned and battle had been joined once more, that was the true reward for Kraum. More battle. He had charged the man, sword over his head for a brutal strike intent on cutting him in twain, but instead Kraum had been knocked aside, down to the floor with force that he hadn't thought possible from the much smaller man. The smile he had worn when first rushing at Daerheart had twisted into a savage expression of hatred as he pushed himself to his feet and charged the man again. His pulse racing now, thundering in his ears. The joy of battle now replaced with blood lust. Kraum chased Daerheart everywhere he went, but what had been the most disappointing of their slain foes in recent months had, apparently, disguised his true ability, as Daerheart made every swipe a miss.<br/><br/>Kraum's blade carved through furniture, ornaments, decoration, and even a few innocent bystanders as the blows were deftly slipped by Daerheart, who was simultaneously killing off the women with whom Kraum had travelled. This was different than every other battle. In all of the others, Kraum had been fast enough and demanding enough of his enemies' attention that they hardly ever had time to consider another foe. But Daerheart seemed to just be dancing around his weapon. It was infuriating! Eventually Kraum landed a blow. Were the others all dead? Was everyone else here dead but himself and Daerheart? It didn't matter, he struck the man, finally sliced him from the crown of his skull down to his sternum. Kraum breathed a sigh, the exhaustion of his explosive fits of rage in battle taking their toll, feeling like his legs were collapsing. But... Daerheart wasn't collapsing. He was... smiling! Why was he smiling, he should be dead!<br/><br/>Then Kraum's world was spinning and Daerheart smashed him away. Was it some powerful magical blow, or just raw, unnatural strength? It didn't matter. Either way, Kraum felt the back of his head strike something hard. He tried to force himself to his feet, feeling warm blood that was pouring down his skin slowly turning cold. Daerheart said something to him. Something about how Kraum being so hard to kill might make him useful. With a feral growl, Kraum forced himself to his feet, within arms reach of Daerheart now. His weapon still in hard, he tried to swing again, ignoring the burning in his limbs that bemoaned the strain of the act. But Daerheart was faster, and laid him low, Kraum lying in a growing puddle of his own blood. He felt himself growing cold. At least his ancestors would be proud. He had died in battle, like he should. Kraum felt himself pulled up to his knees by his hair. He had no strength to resist, and simply waiting, unafraid of the coming death stroke. But it was with a subtle sting in his neck that made him feel frozen, and not a thunderous, splitting strike to his skull, that Kraum finally felt life slip away.<br/><br/>Yet now, there was a voice. Calling out to him, bidding him to rise. Kraum blinked, his eyes surprising him as he could tell he was in darkness, yet he could see perfectly fine. Where was he? Some trap? Had he been buried and somehow survived? He brought his hands up and pushed, finding that the lid to his prison was not willing to yield, but he had the strength to force it open anyway. He sat up, the lid of the coffin out of his way now, and looked around, dark eyes taking in his surrounded. Where in the Nine Hells was he? He heard a voice speaking, and turned to see Amelie. She looked distressed, but spoke to someone as 'master'. Eyes widened, Kraum turned and saw to whom she spoke. It was Daerheart. Again? Kraum felt himself smile.<br/><br/><strong>"Have gods given us a chance to fight once more?"</strong>He asked, looking to Daerheart eagerly. He had been disappointed by their first battle, but after the second time they crosses paths, Kraum was excited at the prospect of fighting Daerheart once again. If this was all real, of course. Could he simply be in his after life, allowed to fight a worthy foe to the death, over and over, for the rest of time? It was also not an unpleasant prospect.