After days of travel we reached the northernmost isthmus of land, the closest trip away from the cave to the subterranean world, sitting some way away on an island amidst the ocean. We had enough food and water to last a good number of days, potentially weeks; however upon reaching the ocean Cog was met not with a frozen glacier but with the rolling waves. Spring had thawed the ocean, and our efforts were in vain. With some great alarm we set upon returning to civilization to plan our next journey, it was dangerous to stay in the wilderness.
This was of immense alarm because the closest Elven settlement we had knowledge of was no less than 4-5 days travel away as the crow flies. I had a bad feeling in my gut about this, but with trepidation, roasted some crab over a beachside campfire and set out back into the wilderness.
The first day of travel was fine, yet by the second Cog and Onget were hunted.
The first to notice was Onget, who leapt into battle at once. Cog dropped his barrel full of water and his bag full of supplies; they merely encumbered him too much to fight, and Cog was not going to abandon Onget.
Cog charged into the fray with his warhammer drawn, this was probably a mistake, but it was worth it if it meant saving Onget. The sounds of battle rolled through the forest, the bear did not behave like anything Cog had ever fought before; it would strike him and tear his flesh before melting away into the surroundings.
Cog could hear to his right, behind some trees the clear sounds of violence. It was unclear whether Onget or the bear was winning, but the fight was definitely to the East - thus Cog charged into furor. Cog swung widely, moving as close to the bear as possible, biting it, punching it, but the bear seemed to pay no heed and kept ripping and tearing - it was miraculous that he was not disemboweled. With his left hand Cog managed to grasp the bear's throat, keeping the worse of its biting attacks away from his body. He strangled, constricting, the bear growing desperate and off-balance. Hammer strikes to the head seemed only to make the bear angrier, no bones broken with only bruises to show for his efforts. It came to an end when the bear managed to land a square hit directly through Cog's upper body and into his heart.
Cog grew weaker, blood loss taking its toll.
Cog passed out from the pain.
Unconscious, with a black bear atop him.
Time went by slowly, I feared I was counting the seconds until deceasement.
The world was grey, like it always was.
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