An Eagle Falls

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

 

 

Konrad rode fast and swift as his Charger allowed him, his tabard flashing in the wind, crimson on white, his hood catching air behind his head, his eyes beading water from the swift air into his face, his helm clipped to his side.

 

He rode across Oren, over the emptied Elven forests, beyond the abandoned New Malinor and into what was once the oldest city of Elves on Anthos, Old Malinor.

 

He reared his horse, with a cry from its' mouth, he swiftly dismounted, not caring for the riding aches, he ran over to a piece of scorched earth, a body at the center, the black and yellow tabard singed, a bent in helm and a shattered sword nearby.

 

Dead beasts and cultists lay around him, slain by the man's own weapon, and when that failed, their own weapons.

 

Konrad knelt down, tears streaming down his face, he cupped the boy's chin in his hands, eyes fluttering, a mouth leaking blood, and gore matting his blonde and unkempt hair.

 

Konrad whispered softly "Wake up boy.. C'mon now... Don't you disobey me now.." 

 

He cried quietly and closed his eyes as the boy gave a soft smile "It's okay now... You came"

 

Konrad opened his eyes to see the boy's blue eyes shut softly, a smile on a blood and ichor spattered face.

 

--

 

Konrad had called his family here. Jack Rovin, Voron Rovin, Derick, and a multitude of others who were close, such as a few older Campbells, an odd Douglas there.

 

All were quiet, before them was a pyre on a longship, and a body lay on it. He was young, shaven, hair combed down and just above his shoulders, eyelids shut with gold coins on them, and a ornate Zweihander in his hands, a sheathe for it empty across the back of the boy. There was a longsword sheathed at the boy's side, and a new clean tabard, black and grey, with a yellow shield and an eagle on it.

 

Konrad looked to Derrick, the boy's brother, and waited for the man who cried silently to nod, he set the lit torch into the oil soaked pyre, and stood back, wrapping a shoulder around the arm of Derrick who was a son to him, as was this now dead one.

 

 

They weeped silently at first, a boy too young to die had fallen.

 

And as the pyre burned and the longship faded from view, the gathering parted. No words had been spoken, a few looks, and embraces.

 

 

 

His name meant 'Eagle' in the Tongue, his name was Adler.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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