The tiny mushroom tasted sweet but left this metallic taste in his mouth that lingered for quite some time. the battle will begin shortly and both armies had already begun taking formation on opposite sides of the Red River. This was his home, his land, and once a chemical change begins its work on his mind... it shall give him such fury that it would seem the land itself was fighting with him
The Highland Berserkers are well-known throughout most of the Civilized world. they are the champions of a unique form of power referred to as rage. Where it comes from is irrelevant and its effects equally so. The only thing that unites these many methods is that it feels the user with such power that oftentimes an individual can push past damage to the body that would otherwise be lethal. it allows them to cleave through opponents with tremendous Force most people wouldn't be capable of mustering. While many in
The Provinces of Mhirriah are capable of using rage, the Berserkers are by far the most well-versed in the art. They do not live reclusive Lifestyles and instead, rely on one another to maintain a stable balance between reality and the rage within them.
Madness and Sanity
Berserkers walk a fine line between mental stability and absolute insanity. while some find this path easier to walk than others, there are many who find it is a daily struggle and many others who choose not to struggle at all.
Like
The Mad Legion, who's tenants and even traditions influenced the Berserkers heavily, some choose to give in to this madness. It is not an uncommon sight for Berserkers to lose the ability to distinguish friend from foe during their rage. As such, most tend to avoid any contact with them on the battlefield, or at all.
The Student and Teacher
Unlike many tribes in the nation, the Highland Berserkers have a very simple structure to their organization if an organization is what you could call it. As Berserkers age their effectiveness, as well as their sanity in many cases, starts to drop. When this begins to occur they often find an individual who wishes to be taught the secrets to this power. This system of teacher and student has been around for some time. Many will go so far as to claim it's been around since the birth of the nation. Past this simple hierarchy, there isn't much of a true organizational structure to the Berserkers. They're often called to war by Clan leaders, who send couriers to seek them out.
The war drums beat their rhythm and he waits on the hillside. With ax in hand, he watched as the snow fell. The first killing blow was struck and the blood burst forth in a mist painting the virgin snow before him. He smiled and felt the fires burn. He felt the grip on his ax tighten at the sight and blacked out. He loved the sight of blood in snow...maybe he should take a closer look...
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