[RPG] The Passing of Horace

[Josiah Allen]

*Every general worth his salt knows the rules of gambling.  Time works
against you, always.  Information is everything.  If you're willing to bet
half, bet it all.*

Horace stared at the arrows in his chest...still running calculations.
*
Even favorable conditions can turn quickly, a hundred x factors must be
factored.  Sometimes you have to try your luck, force your opponent to prove
they can beat you.  Find the line between aggression and caution.*

He started to calm down, perhaps he was dreaming.
*
When did I become obsessed with this?  Was it ambushing Darkans?  Perhaps
the storming of Icegate?  Or the epic calvary charges against Minas Ithil on
the plains?  Who hadn't he fought against?*

The clouds moved so quickly, and the sun was so bright.  His pain receded,
and felt like sleeping.
*
I did what I could, how many thousands fell by my hand, so many sleepless
nights plotting, so many fortresses crumbled before me.  Truly I lived as a
mover of mountains.*

A voice saying something about rites, requests.  "Let me rest...in the
sands." he whispered to the darkness.

*I'm glad I went this way, old but still kicking, I must have slipped up
somewhere, forgive me...*
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