I wrote the script for a cutscene last night, may as well put it here and see what you guys think. Spoiler'd in case any of you guys don't want the latter bits of my game spoiled for ya.
[FYI: The song at the beginning there is the one that comes to mind when I imagine this playing out...not that I'd use it in my game. Not unless Amon Amarth gave me permission, which would be SWEET.]
Final Stand of the Stormcaller
(Amon Amarth - No Fear For The Setting Sun)
Alone, detached from his unit, from any hope of reinforcements
or relief, Artromeri stares off into the distance at the cadre
of abominations charging toward him. Low on mana, low on
resources, the aging Magus straightens his back and readies
his sword, and puts a spell to his lips. His bones ache, his
muscles burn, were it not for the adrenaline rushing through
his blood, he'd have collapsed long ago.
Dark clouds fill the sky, his eyes glow, and his sword
crackles with electricity. As the last vestiges of twilight
fade behind the storm clouds, the Stormcaller looks longingly
at the setting sun, knowing it would be the last time he'd
see its light and bask in its warmth.
Rain soon drenches the battlefield, and the abominations are
almost upon him, ready to meet his fate, he charges forward.
Outmanned, hopelessly outmatched, the Stormcaller rushes the
closing monsters. His sword bites into his first foe, and a
massive jolt of power leaves the creature dead on the ground
in a lifeless, burnt husk.
In a flurry of steel and spells, David Artromeri, the
Stormcaller, slays foe after foe as rain pours on to him and
soaks him from head to toe. His strength finally begins to
wane, and he's slashed along the chest by an abomination's
claws, the cut bleeds profusely, but the brave Mage refuses
to give an inch, and cuts the offending beast down.
However, another abomination manages to deal the same massive
damage to his back, and the Stormcaller finally falls to his
knees. Alone, surrounded by hideous abominations, soaked from
head to toe, feeling the life ebb from his body with each new
gash the beasts make, Artromeri leans back and stares into
the sky, opening his arms.
"If I am to die, then I'll be damned if I'm going alone!" he
screams as the air begins to bristle with raw arcane power.
His eyes turn pure white, and he lets out a piercing battle
cry as the arcane power finally reaches its breaking point,
and explodes from his body, killing both Artromeri, and the
beasts that had been set upon him.