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Description: Bergen is a
tall, wide-shouldered man with shoulder-length, curly brown hair, tired
eyes, a flat nose and an unusual moustache. He's been doing physical
labour for a living and it shows. He's burly and strong. Bergen usually
wears black pants, grey shirts and the remains of a jacket. He has yet to
find a new one he likes.
Personality: Bergen is a rowdy man. He is open and fun-loving, but
knows to keep his wits about him. He enjoys going out to bars, but he
truly loves pitting himself against nature and coming out victorious. He
wants to be the strongest person alive, to protect himself and those
weaker. He is the one who had the most moral problems with their mercenary
work for Lord Stannon.
Family: Probably has a few kids in neighbouring towns, but no
Bond: - from Eldiheim
Bergen felt the force dragging on
him gain. He held on tight but there was no holding on to Hegouw. Both of
them were torn apart and had to continue on their own. Scenery, shadows
and Scents appeared and went. Never did he see one of the others. Bergen
called out, hoping for a reply but all that came back were his own words,
echoing on unseen obstacles.
Sometimes a deep cold took hold of him, sapping his strength and
confidence. Like ghosts of failure clutching at his soul. It was thus that
Alden found him. Assailed by shadows, barely holding on to sanity but
somehow managing. Qetszal made quick work of the mindless shades that had
attached themselves to the mercenary.
"I smell another of your comrades close
by." the true chaotic shadows whispered.
"Take us to them." Alden asked.
One second they were in the Elsewhere, the next they were in a dreary
place, seemingly warped and yet thriving. Qetszal seemed to take care not
to touch the terrain and when Alden asked only gave the most vague of
"I don't want this corruption to take hold
of me. I belong to another."
"We should look for one of ours, Qetszal says they're close."
Alden said, returning his attention to Bergen.
"I'm surprised anyone got out of that place on their own."
"Same." Alden added, "It's taken me too long to find you.
Maybe some of the others have managed to get away too. If they're not in
the Elsewhere, Qetszal might not find them."
For that, the blond mercenary received a concentrated slap of shadow
against his head.
"I will find them. As I did this one."
And true enough, Qetszal pointed his wings toward a woman that approached
"Tinien!" Alden called and both he and Bergen raced toward her.
"I never thought I'd see you again." Bergen called out.
"I'm tougher than whatever they threw at me." Tinien said
"I guess you are." Alden acknowledged.
"But where are we?" Bergen asked.
"Eldiheim." Tinien said, "I've not been here long but
they've been welcoming. They want people to bond to the balespawn that are
growing in their eggs. I figured it might not be so bad to go for
Alden looked at Qetszal with a questioning look.
"They are not from me and mine but they
would be similar enough for your friends." the shadowling
let his rider know.
Alden recounted his dragon's words and asked whether or not they wanted to
stay or return to Lantessama. But neither mercenary was all that keen to
venture back into the Elsewhere quite so soon.
"Give them something of yours and it will
become a beacon if they later want to return to us."
Alden nodded and cut two strips of his cape that he handed to both
mercenaries. Qetszal's unease rubbed of on him and he wondered if he'd
ever see his two friends again.
"Only time will tell. Now come, it's best if
we don't linger here. The others will notice."
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