Baptism in Blood (Red Dawn Risen)

The dawn was breaking on the hills of the barren waste of the Lone-Lands and Fiontann could feel the chilly breeze on his face. He traveled the whole night before, through Chetwood forest and now he was in Lone-Lands, the strange silent beauty was laying before him as his horse slowly made it's way to the stables of the Forsaken Inn. As he grew closer he heard some voices in it, louder than usual, but "It can be drunkard even at this hour of day." he thought as he was tieing his horse, Hedinn. on the post of the inn. A scream came out as soon as he was ascending the stairs and quickly he untrapped his shield from his back and unsheathed his sword.

Fiontann rushed forward into the inn only to find five half-orcs attacking the patrons,a smile appeared on his face, eager to fight, after these long and painful days. The half-orcs were occupying themselves beating the people and haven't seen him, thus he easily dispatched one by with a stabbed through the back. The next was standing over a woman with unknown intentions but that didn't matter, Fiontann's blade pierced his shoulder and when the half-orc turned to face him he beheaded him. The other three have seen him by the time and rushed towards him, two from the right and one form the left, by raising the table Fiontann gained some valuable seconds just to run behind a pillar and stabbed the lone half-orc in the face. The other two covered the distance between them and Fiontann and reached him with a spear and a sword, his shield blocked the spear and his sword the half-orc's sword, then with a swift move of his hand he pushed the half-orc's hand to the side opening it for a kick, to keep it away for some moments. After that Fiontann pushed forward with his shield and threw the half-orc on the ground, thus gaining time to finish off the fourth half-orc or it finishing him, but his rage wouldn't allow him to die by some half-orc bandits and sprang forward to the previous one. He blocked the sword with his shield  and with a quick move he made it open to attack and stabbed it's chest. He turned around just in time, for the other half-orc had risen and got ready to stab him, so he blocked the spear with his sword and again, rising his shield he pushed forward towards it. He headbutted the half-orc and sent his knee to it's stomach, then another headbutt made the half-orc dizzy and open for a stab in it's neck.

After all half-orcs dropped dead Fiontann went outside, eager to kill, he could feel the bloodlust in his veins and he started walking towards Amon Sul, in search of more orcs to slay, in a final attempt to clear his mind for good. The sun was barely visible in the east as Fiontann made his way to the North, he was angry, and he needed to kill something or someone, whatever was in his way. And he got lucky, one by one he could find orcs, wandering in the desert, one by one or two by two, slowly they were falling by his hand... But his anger was there... unquenchable...

He reached Amon Sul and looked at it, remembering the old days, the battles that took place up there and the blood that has been shed, his mind was drifting between then and now, he was blooddrunk... All the blood started clearing his mind and he fell on his knees, the great Amon Sul behind him and he looked down, as the drops of blood were falling from his face, orcish blood...He let his shield fall on the ground beside and grabbed the sword, with both hands, by the blade. His own blood started dripping as he thought the late events, slowly it blurred his vision and when he raised his head to look at the sun he saw the rise of a bloody dawn... "I will claim what is mine." he said in his angry grunts "I will kill whoever stands in my way, friend or foe, companion or enemy, no one will stop me. What is mine is mine!" he screamed and his echo could he heard to the distance. Slowly he stood up and gathered his shield and sword, he put them back into their places and started descending the hill, it was time to go home... To claim what is his.