The Stag and the Judge

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Orskaf: Orskaf watched from the distant hillside as the fortress was ripped apart reminiscent of the way a overzealous child tears apart a rag doll. His throat clenched. Blunt… He thought in dismay, and then set his jaw. No…Blunt had chosen his side, this was what had to be done. He glanced over at a messenger approaching him, a young stage half breed. He frowned, walking over to meet him. “Let me guess, you’re here to find out if I need assisted according to my early orders to the captain. The answer is no…I am quite fine.” he paused, regarding the boy. All half breeds looked the same to Orskaf, but he figured he ought to make sure of this boys identity for the sake of unification in the ranks. “Do I know you?” he muttered, clicking his fingers. “Did I have you uh…” he clicked his fingers. “Were you one of the men I had rape that rebel shitbag a while back? Or was that a different stag?”
Dario: Dario approached with caution. This man was insane, but he had to have answers. 
"Uh, no, I don’t think that was me."
He looked beyond the man, and to the proceeding chaos that was erupting as they spoke. It was pure insanity.
"But, you might know why I am here. You see… I died… I died a few years back, and I am here again. Wherever here might be, of course."
He cringed at the sound of another collapse. He grew concerned for the man’s apathy.
"I’m sorry for all the questions, but what is going on?"
Orskaf: Orskaf watched him with a completely impassive face. “You don’t think?” He said. “Good Odin that’s usually something a man remembers.” For a moment, a haunted memory came to his eyes, and then he shook his head. “Everybody in that damn camp died kid,” he said. “You go to Valhalla, you enlist, now you are here. It’s just how it works.” he pointed back at the crumbling fortress. “Our enemies have been uprooted. In a few days we will be able to move in and fight them on a battlefield. Questions?” he asked crisply.
Dario: He had to take it in, but it made surprisingly clear sense to him.
"No. No I don’t."
He couldn’t believe it. He had gone to Valhalla, he had known that. But coming back, fighting a war…
"Ragnarok. This is it, huh? These warriors we are seeing… they must have done some unspeakable things if they have Valhalla against them."
Orskaf: “Juvenile,” Orskaf grunted. “They are there because Hel enlisted them. This is war stag, not some wives tale. We are on one side they are on the other. I do what needs to be done and they do so in turn.” he huffed. “Save a few…a few in there are killers…cold…and ruthless.” he brushed back some of his thin hair, revealing a dent at the center of his forehead.  
Dario: “Ouch. I guess that’s gotta count for something.”
Dario walked towards the rubble once more, taking in the desecration of the fortress and camp.
“Did you do this?”
Orskaf: “Half breeds always ask the dumbest questions,” Orskaf growled. “Yes,” he said. “Get your shit together soldier I just walked away from that of course I did it.” he grabbed him, turning him around to look into his eyes. “Are you slow boy?” he asked, and then shook his head. “Forget it, we need to get back to camp.”
Dario: Dario nodded. This man was crass, vulgar, and incredibly blunt with his statements… but it was his superior, and for being given another shot at life, he had no other choice but to follow him.
“Yes. Yes, sir.”
The deer followed Orskaf away from the camp, taking one final look back at the burning wreckage behind him.
“I will fight. Whatever you need me to do, I will do it.”
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