First I am sorry that the battle went down the way it did, I didn't know of Schoi's abilities to summon the dark lord. It was a bit unnerving when he began to draw the pentagram in the sand using the mutilated entrails of our fallen village people...
but to see that glorious moment when the clouds parted and the sun shone down on one lone berserk, who carried our single hope of victory towards the enemy lines, armorless and followed by a cadre of fellow fearless and naked warriors all who where QQV'ing, was truly inspiring. To stand around Ulumshalar while he desperately fought off the horde of nudgers, with the pack of naked mongrels nipping at his heels, eager to pick up the soul weapon we possessed should it fall from the lifeless hands of our hero, even if it meant the cold bite of steal on our flesh. To watch Ulum's body crumple into the blood stained sand, and to witness these small miracles of fearlessness has shown me that the massacre new tisimr has endured wasn't in vain.
