Blood On The Road...

[Proddy 2415]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=06H_6oI4EK4&list=TLk27XZBqPaqYN-ck_r3YzH3B0vOJMjVgy

 

Jonathan reined his mare to a stop as the men emerged from the forest and onto the road, each of them adorned in worn steel and armed with rusted blades and maces. The young noblemans eyes scan about the group, a wary look crossing the battle-scarred mans face.

 

With a shake of his head, he clambers down from his horse, taking a step towards the men.

 

“Yeh know w’ot w’ere ‘ere fer” one of them blurts out, extending a hand, his palm facing upwards. Jonathan only stands imobile, his mouth forming into a tight line.

 

Another one of the armed men step forward, his hand gripped firmly around his blade. “Well, w’ot? Where’s the coin!” he snaps in an impatient tone. Judging by his high voice, this one was clearly younger than the rest of them, though a threat no less…

 

After what seems like a lifetime of contemplation, the young man suddenly huffs out a sigh, taking yet another step forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his bastard sword. “Yeh want mah moneh?” the lords cousin finally blurts out, drawing his blade just as quick as the other men do. “Loot ‘t from mah bloodeh dead corpse!” the arrogant lordling blurts out as he charges forward with a roar, then bandits ready with their own blades.

 

And so a criminal fell…

 

And another…

 

And another…

 

“Basta’d!” the youngest of the group screams as he drives his sword through the noblemans back, digging it deeper, and deeper…

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phJo1E94Yk8

 

Jonathan slumps down onto his knees, his entire life flashing before his very eyes. Joining the Winterguard, courting Remy, teaching his young nephew Thomas the ways of the sword, drinking with Mikhael and Farley… he lets out one last chuckle as his lifeless and barren body falls to the ground, a smile present on his face…

 

And them there was darkness…

 

And after what seemed like an eternity, Jonathan woke again, but not in the land he once settled. He stood, surrounded by the Blackwells, Greymanes, and Silverblades of generations old and times long gone. “Welcome, Jonathan son of Joseph” they say union, as the young man is led off into the afterlife…

 

His soul was at rest, at last…

 

(( Well, there you have . My time as Jonathan was short yet sweet, I want to thank House Blackwell, in particular AmKrules and Armal for giving me a chance to play the character, and continue to be a part of the house and Winterguard afterwards. The will and last words of Jonathan will be posted soon...

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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