Bryggan, the half mad, stares Jaren in the eye. Jaren tries to stare back, but cannot, for one of Bryggan's eye's is pointed downward, and the other is pointed upward.
"Jaren", he hisses, the follows with a mad cackle.
Jaren grips his sword hilt, but holds back when he decides to humour this fool.
"Did you ever chase the Dragon, Jaren?" Bryggan almost sorta shrieked, "Cuz if you have, then you might have an inkling of what |have done. Have you run through the forest, seeking its tail, but when you try to grab it, it fades away?!" And then Bryggan broke into a maniacal laughter that ended up in a coughing fit.
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When his hacking subsided, Bryggan continued. "The more you win, the more you lose," he hissed, "I've seen it! Yesterday's hero is today's Loser!" And then Bryggan fell to the gound, clutching his ribs. "It happens over and over again," he shrieked, "Do you ever wonder why the heroes of the last strat disappear? It FUCKING DRIVES YOU MAD!"
Jaren kinda freaked out. He drew his sword and held it at Bryggan's neck... but he could not follow through and finish the job. As much as he despised this scoundrel, he felt he needed to hear the end of it.
"Kill me," pleaded Bryggan, "Kill me now! My character has already done all he can do. He has vassaled, he has merced, he has warred, he has become a king, he has become a high king, he has become an emperor... and he has gone mad... if he was ever sane in the first place.
"Kill me now... let me escape this horror that is Strat. There is so much horror here... where a 1500 shiny army can die to a 300 lightly armed enemy due to the time... where one man can cap flags and kill a huge army... where rosters mean more than any dream of strategy... Yes, kill me now." And Bryggan, with shiny eyes, dropped to his knees.
But Jaren, not normally a cruel man, did his worst and sheathed his sword and walked away. "Let them reap where they have sown," he grumbled to himself.
