Durga charges forth

They had asked Durga to join the parth that would **** the breech at dawn, a role that the mighty barbarian was glad to say yes to. "It will be hard," the captain had told him, as the night's darkness rolled over them. "The defenders will be many, and their sword sharp."

"Life is a battle," Durga replied confidently. "If this is my day to die, then so be it. At least it shall be in gloruous battle."

The captain nodded sagely. "Very well. If you should fall, I shall buy a round on you, my friend."

Durga didn't think that would be a problem. Battle was in his blood, he thrived on the sound of it, on itrs sworl and crush. For him to be where the fighting was thickest was reason enough to go forth.