Fate is cruel to these two brothers, it seems. they were not reunited for more than three days before they were brutally ripped apart once again.
This time for good.
West of Duillond, there is a road that leads all the way to the Misty Mountains.
But the brothers weren't going that far.
The road goes through the Shire and into Bree-land, before going directly through the West Gate of Bree-town, in which the brothers were going to settle down.
But fate is cruel to these two brothers.
They laughed, and talked, and each learned about the others journey.
Well, the younger brother learned about Damlans journey.
The younger brother wasn't willing to share the horrific tale of his travels.
This was a small shred of good luck, as Damlan would not have much time to think on his brothers journey, but the younger man would have a lifetime to think on Damlans.
This is because Damlan was slain on that road west of Duillond.
Bandits flooded into the valley, surrounding them. The two Brothers stood back to back against impossible odds. They fought back to back once again, just as they had done in Archet.
But this time there is an even unhappier ending.
An arrow pierces Damlans Armour. He grimaces, but pays it no mind.
Another arrow pierces Damlans Armour. He slows, but does not stop fighting.
A third pierces Damlans Armour. He ignores it, fighting past the pain.
And a fourth.
And a fifth.
And his younger brother flows around him, dealing death blows to every brigand who dares come near him. And the look of shock and pain on his face when he sees Damlan pitch forward when the sixth and seventh arrows hit him in the back is so pronounced, so genuine....
And the look of fury that replaces it is so anguished....
And the bodies of the bandits around him are so insignificant....
And the bandits still alive around him are so infuriating.....
And the fury that consumes him is so uncontrollable...
scream bursts forth from his mouth, driving him forward, a dancing blur of death as brigands die around him, slowly getting closer and closer to their leader....
Then there are only two men standing in the valley.
The younger brother and the brigand captain.
The berserk rage is gone now, replaced only by pain and fear...fear that Damlan is.....
""One day, when you stand in your halls and watch your world collapse around you, you shall realize that you should have fallen at my feet and begged for forgiveness. When that time comes, I shall be there, and you shall grovel and cry, and my axe will be buried in your skull."
He says, and the brigand captain nods, before fleeing, leaving his sixty men lying dead on the road West of Duillond.
The younger brothers bravado dissipates and he runs to Damlans side.
But there is too much blood. A sword sticks from the fallen mans stomach, five arrows alongside it, their broken shafts on the grass beside him, which is crimson with his blood. two arrows stick from his back, preventing him from lying comfortably.
Dying comfortably.
despite his wounds, Damlan takes air still.
And with his last breath, Damlan names his brother "Damric Sarrell, last of the noble Sarrell house" and bids him to take the Sarrell inheritance Armour from its vault in Bree-town.
And he dies in Damrics arms.
Damric Sarrell stands up, his jaw clenched. He is a Sarrell now, and must honor the name.
And he must honor his brother.
So he goes to Bree-land in search of his armor.
He goes to Bree-land in search of the Brigand captain.
He is Damric Sarrell, last of the Sarrell line.
