Dromaeus went to one knee, weakened from blood loss as he watched the warphead rise into the air and begin to come undone. As the beams burst from its eyes, time semed to slow down, and the heroes of Sovngarde appeared before him, smiling. Gormlaith Golden-Hilt held out a welcoming hand to him. Grinning, Dromaeus reached out and took it, allowing her to pull him to his feet. Behind them, the body of the Ork came apart completely, and everything was washed out by white light. For a while,Dromaeus could see nothing. When his vision cleared, a familiar sigt met his eyes. He was standing under an ethereal violet night sky. Ahead was a great bridge, made of whalebones, and beyond it, a great hall from which merry voices and music could be heard. Tsun, the bridgekeeper of Shor's hall smiled as he approached.
"Dragonborn. So you have returned at last. Are you ready to prove yourself once again?" Dromaeus looked down. His armour was intact. The shield of Ysgramor was n his arm, and the ebony sword that Regulus had destroyed was at his hip. He looked back to Tsun and smiled.
"Aye. Let us see if you have yet gained the strength to keep me out!" Drawing his sword, his heart filled with the joy of finally being in Sovngarde once more. Raising the blade high, he bellowed his war cry and charged.
OOC: And so ends Dromaeus's part in this story. My God. Unless Zeph is coming back, then Dromaeus was the oldest character still active in the RP.