Broken Brotherhood At The Bridge

[Komodo 140]

The host of riders make their way to the Dwarven Gates, where so many heathens had been pushed back. They rode hard, they rode fast. It was for them to save Wulfriche Buron, to stop his murder at the hands of these Dwarven scoundrels that would commit such heinous crimes, no matter what race they be, against an emissary. The men arrived, and so began the cries of outrage. Lucienists called "heretics!" on their brothers, Crows called "traitors!" on their brothers. Tensions flared, and the flames only grew higher, and higher! It was then that a meek man, smelling of goats and dirt stepped forward. He was dressed as a common goatherd, one would not even take him for a man of the church. Yet, so he was. Borsa Pyotr. Standing foward, he engaged the Grandmaster.

 

Vladislav called out, "Allow man of Church to speak!"

 

The priest handed his mace to Brother Blue, so he may approach the gates unarmed. 

 

"Open these gates!" he called. 

 

"Nae, stay out!" replied Rovin.

 

"I am wishing to speak with Grandmaster!"

 

"I am here."

 

"Then hear me," said the priest.

 

"This day, we act with haste. Iti s haste that will destroy our Church, it is haste that will destroy our Kingdom of Men! I beg you, Grandmaster, stay in these walls and wait for your High Pontiff. Bloodshed will niet solve this."

 

On the walls, a dwarf called for the ballista. 

 

"Look among you Grandmaster! Look who you stand next too!" cried the priest.

 

Suddenly, a loud crank was heard. Half a dozen ballistae came over the battlements.

 

"BACK! BACK, BACK!!!" ordered the Velky-Stran, ordering his men even farther from the bridge, where now only Pyotr and Borsa Blue stood. 

 

"NO, PETER!" bellowed the Grandmaster. 

 

"Pyotr! Move!" urged his blue brother.

 

"Go borsa, I will stay." 

 

The Grandmaster yelled, "Look what YOU stand for!"

 

And so, the ballistae rang. And rang. The Crows fled, under the cries of "Run ye cowards!" from the Alrasian king. All except for Pyotr. For Pyotr was no Crow. He was a man of God. And be they all damned to Oblivion should one man of God turn on another, for all men are brothers.

 

Brother Blue once more screamed, "PYOTR! GO!"

 

Pyotr replied, arrows singing about him, "Niet, go Blue! Here I stay. Live or die, it will be at the hands of my brother." 

 

Blue ran, escaping with the mace of the priest, gripped tightly in his hands. And standing there, was Pyotr, the goatherd from Augustine. He did not scream. He did not cry out. He did not curse his brother. He did not curse his enemy. He opened his arms, and he allowed the bolts to overcome him. Witnessed by the retreating Crows, Pyotr fell to the bridge, broken.

 

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

After hearing the events of the Dwarven Bridge the Holy Ser, Rosencrantz mutters to himself. "Pyotr, the infidel's martyr. Deus Magnus, may the all father bring him to the seven skies, for our lands now fall further below."

[Hiebe 2493]

Hiebe was there

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.