"Ready your weapons," Idunn said. And while she wasn't speaking specifically to him, the Beorning did so, making ready his seldom-used spear. At least for the moment (and with that narrow bridge before them), his bear form did not seem wise. He also felt that here, so close to their goal, he needed what reminders of humanity he could gather. From here on in, everyone would need to be on their utmost guard, and Tarric moved forward through the group, sharing nods, clasping hands and arms and shoulders of the companions gathered here.
For in this place, while his memory was not yet clear, he would need to make use of every tool at his disposal. Somewhere inside, he knew things, and it was time to leash them to his will for the benefit of the party. If he could. Tarric took a deep breath and pulled on the elusive memories. The shadows seemed to gather around him, blocking his vision. Screams, cruel laughter, all the terror and despair from his nightmares beat upon him, crumbling his resistance, and buried him until he could no longer see or hear the others around him.
His spear fell to the ground. Clutching both hands to his head, Tarric slowly sank to his knees, mouth open in a silent scream of his own.
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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