Fleeing from the undead was sufficient motivation to get the group moving quickly, for a time, but once they were no longer a factor, Tarric found himself falling back in to the grip of his dream again, his only consolation the fact that his companions were still beside him, and not being pulled down.
As the tedious, strenuous slogging continued though, his mood sunk lower and lower. It was all he could do to continue putting one muddy foot in front of the other. Responding to anyone - if he even managed to hear them in the first place - was a monumental effort, and most of the time it was an effort he couldn't find the strength to muster. Not even Olwinne's concerned glances or Bróin's laugh with Vara could stir him into any semblance of optimism in the face of all this.
He could continue, he would continue, because that was his duty and because the group needed him. But that was all he could manage at the moment. The Beorning was just... numb.
Assets Tarric and Olwinne both have +1 talisman vs orcs.
Berserker - (Combat Talent) |
Progress ▥= 1 tick, ▦= 2 ticks, ▩= 3 ticks, ⬛= full
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