Survival Treatise II

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One of the key teachings of Gnosism is the importance of overcoming whatever fate can throw at you with a smile. Needless to say, this practice can be quite beneficial even if you ignore its religious origins...

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...There were twenty of us, the best of the best, each and every one was an experienced veteran I could personally vouch for. And now? There's only seven men left. Seven!

I even made it through "The Long Winter Spent in Fjall", reading it from cover to cover. Naturally, I didn't skip the chapter about berserkers, though back then I figured it to be a tall tale, written down by not the most talented of quill-drivers. I'd never been so wrong in my life. What's even worse, my mistake cost so many men their lives.

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We had one of the locals leading the way. The scroll wasn't lying: the Sanctuary turned out to be a shrine to some local god... To our great joy, there were only ten dwarves guarding it - five elderly shamans and five younger berserkers. It felt as if the gold was already in our reach...

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The Host almighty, I can't believe how foolish and naive we were! Rodrick was cleaved in four faster than he could take a single swing with his sword... Domnar tried to hold one of those sonsofbitches off only to lose his head.

Varn, Tenmar, and Riventain barely managed to shoot a bolt each - they missed, making these shots their last. Our right flank had it even worse... Nidward and I had no other choice but to cowardly drop our weapons and run as fast as we could...

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