Week 11 Story: A Song for the Departed
The last of the armed men falls to Arthur’s blade and he takes a moment to catch his breath. His partner, Borealis, and himself had been ambushed, but not by a guild organized group. Still, it was a messy fight just from the sheer numbers they had on Borealis and Arthur. They had surrounded the duo and Arthur had to use a healing spell at one point during the altercation. He turns around and sees Borealis is on the ground. He must have been knocked down during the fight. He walks over to him. Borealis isn’t moving. Arthur isn’t worried. He isn’t. “Borealis, if this is your idea of a joke, you should quit while you’re ahead.” No answer. “I’m serious. You’re going to make me upset and then you’ll really feel bad about it.” Nothing. Arthur crouches down and places his index finger and middle finger on one side of Borealis’ neck, just below his chin. There’s no pulse and Arthur’s breath momentarily catches in his throat. It’s fine; he can fix this. There’s a temple to Bahamut 2 miles...