Book of Brother Dorian, Eight and Final Deed

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Book of Brother Dorian

Eighth and Final Deed

And as his opponent’s blade struck true, Brother Dorian knew the wound would be beyond recovery. 1

And his life seeped from the wound, forming a crimson pool at his feet. 2

Brother Dorian fell to his knees and prayed, preparing to meet his end with honor. 3

“Speak louder,” his foe taunted, “that all may hear of your defeat!” 4

Brother Dorian raised his voice. 5

“My words were not for your ears, not any other in this life. 6

They were for my Brothers who preceded me in death, that they might welcome my soul this night. 7

Your aim was true, as are your words. 8

My wound is mortal, and I shall not see the dawn break again. 9

But I have not yet been defeated, for I will not make this journey alone. 10

Ere the sun rises, you will lay beside me until death takes us both. 11

And Arnath shall know of my victory. 12

For I am His Lion, and He will hear me roar!” 13

And with a great shout, Brother Dorian rose to fight again. 14

A righteous fire burned in his eyes, and his foe knew that Brother Dorian had spoken truly. 15

Brother Dorian’s movements were extraordinary, as though his sundered armor weighed no more than silk. 16

His aim was uncanny, as though his hammer was instead his own fist. 17

Blow after blow was visited upon them both, but while his foe reeled with each echoing strike, Brother Dorian took no notice of his new wounds. 18

At last when his foe could withstand no more, they each collapsed to the ground, his foe too far removed from this life to be within reach of his abominable gods. 19

And Brother Dorian lay beside his fallen foe, and he smiled, and drifted off to rest for the final time. 20

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