The Death Of Thar Tundrak

[Kardel 1054]

 

Thar Tundrak slammed his fist onto the stone table of the council room, booming out a loud "NEVER!". The Lords of Orens looked upon him jokingly, smiling, and with a soft but deadly whisper came a single sentence.

 

"Well Lord Steward, today is the day you die!"

 

The Oreners left with all their imperial might. They left the wall-less city of lindale to their camp outside. Thar bit his lip, looking at a dagger by his side. It would be easy to take his own life, but that was dishonorable in the eyes of Wyvurn.

 

Thar marched outside, embracing his fate that had been prophecised by the humans. He was prepared to face whatever lied out there. As he walked the road that he had paved with his own blood and sweat, a platoon of orcs came up to him, fully armored.

 

"Is this the day I die?"

 

The large orc simply nodded.

 

Thar smiled, looking to end his own life again, but he could not: Wyvurn had willed it. Thar was to die honorably, never surrendering, never having given up.

 

Thar knelt down as the rex took out his sword, and elongated his neck, looking up, rain falling all over his face as his past started coming back to him. His youth in the old village back in Anthos, and his promotion to Lord Steward.

 

He remembered his wife, Cirnelle, whom he had done everything for. He remembered the hold of thunder, and all the work he put into it. He remembered the wars with the scourge, his friends dying, shedding their blood for the Princedom.

 

He remembered that standoff against setherien himself in his tower of malice back in Frosthall. He remembered the battles they had with the scourge and remembered all the lives that had been poured forth for them.

 

He remembered it all. He remembered the dwarves, who had always seemed so kind but in the end made it so the Nation of Fenn was left to rot while Oren rid of it. He remembered the first colony in the fringe and how it had grown into the wonderful little village of Lindale.

 

Then, something seemed to speak to him. A cold voice, but a fatherly voice at the same time.

 

"You have done good in your life Thar Tundrak. . .now join us in the halls above the sky"

 

Thar opened his eyes, the Rex of Krug slowly begging to draw his blade to kill Thar.

 

And his last words were:

 

"LONG LIVE THE PRINCEDOOOOOOOOOM!"

 

And so fell the Prince of Fenn, Lord Steward of Lindale, Thar Tundrak, First of his Name and his Position. Bleeding upon the stone he himself had laid. Bleeding for his princedom, his soul ascending to the icy heavens above as rain softly fell onto his bleeding body.

 

[Fid 566]

"... Right." says Eleron Sylvaeri, adjusting his fine grey gloves. "Princedom... riiiiight."

[Cyndikate 2303]

Nina hears news of her favorite uncle's death. There she lies in bed, weeping for his death. Her bedroom doors locked, and there she was all alone, crying.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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