I don't have any comments on whether I like the new Enraged mechanic or how it should be changed yet - I need to play some more before I might have some ideas on that.
I will, however, share a story about an Enraged warrior of mine.
The Sheaim were long suspected to have a secret breeding program, where orphans and undesirables were subjected to dark rituals and unspeakable programs designed to enhance their effectiveness in the field of battle. Whether or not that was true of Krovus is a matter of conjecture, but when he first arrived at the army training camp there was no doubt he was a little bit Crazed. You could tell by the wild look in his eye, his disheveled, motley clothing, and his penchant for taking long baths in the ice-cold waters of the Sorgel River. That, and the several instances where he cannibalized fallen sparring partners. Of course, in the Sheaim army such qualities didn't earn him a discharge. Instead, they earned him promotion and accelerated training, and he was quickly put into active duty garrisoning Os-Gabella's capitol city.
Everything seemed to be going great for Krovus. He had plenty of work tracking down criminals, and if some of those criminals never made it to the prison, well, no one really cared that much. Then one day, he snapped. In a mindless rage he grabbed his sword and went screaming for the hills, and nobody would get in his way to try to stop him.
For some time Krovus simply wandered the hills around the capitol, occasionally walking through the city gates to scream at locals and eat some dogs before running back into the wilderness. At first there was a great uproar as the citizenry demanded protection, but as the years went by his visits became less frequent, and eventually they stopped altogether.
For many years Krovus simply wandered the borders of the Sheaim empire. But when word reached the empire that a barbarian village had sprung up within a few month's march, he set off toward the barbarians. When he reached the village, he raced headlong into it, heedless of personal harm, slaughtering orcs by the dozens. Finally he came to his senses, surrounded by a host of orc warriors and covered in gore. After feasting on the orc bodies, he quietly retreated back to the empire to nurse his wounds and reflect on the experience he had gained.
No sooner had Krovus finished recuperating, then the vile Ljosolfar declared war on the Sheaim. Upon hearing the news, madness once again took hold of Krovus, and he headed into the wilds toward the elven borders.
The legend of Krovus had grown in the Sheaim cities, and when Os-Gabella heard that Krovus was marching alone on the Ljosolfar, she ordered a great host of warriors to follow in his footsteps.
The Sheaim army followed his tracks, coming upon the remains of a Fawn and several companies of Elven warriors, but he always was just beyond their advance. Finally, the army met Krovus outside of a fledgling Elven city. Fighting had been fierce, and their numbers had dwindled from the raids of Fawns and warriors in the great forests. They gathered to assault the city, but luck was not on their side, and several companies died in the fruitless attempt. Licking their wounds, the army turned around and headed back for their empire, to equip the new Bronze weapons that reports said were now available.
The retreat did something to Krovus, and he snapped. He deserted the army column and turned back into the woods. An elven defender tried to dislodge the crazy, solitary, engine of death from the woods outside the city. The elven Fawn wounded Krovus badly, but he too failed. In a flash of lucidity, Krovus tried to fortify himself and heal, but madness once again took him. He threw himself against the elven city and, against all odds, slaughtered every last inhabitant. In his rage, he burned the city to the ground before coming to his senses. By now, his many wounds were catching up to him. Krovus once again tried to fortify himself in the woods, hoping to buy time for the Sheaim reinforcements to reach him. But madness struck again.
So Krovus dashed into an Ancient Forest, awoke a Treant, and died.
The End.