The Last Hammerhead.

[Sky 0]

 

 

As the sun sets on the fort Kaer Angren, an unusual shadow looms over the scenery around. If one was to looks towards the scource of what is creating such a human like shadow, they would see the hanging body of a once proud man. His body swaying in the wind, only being held in reletive place by the hardy rope around his neck which seemed to be connected to a battlement. The site was an odd one to say the least, instead of a man in armour, you would see a man wearing simple clothing and a tabbard. From the distance you would notice that the tabbard is a multitude of greys and the unmistaking marking of a black hammerhead shark in the middle.

 

Once the man has been retreived from his place of death, it is undenyably the once proud knight of House Ruthern, Viktor. His dirty blond hair seems almost black now, his once sparkling eyes are now dead to the world. Though, he seems perfectly at peace for such a hideious act of suicide. Despite knowing full well that he will not be joining those in the Seven Skies, he didn't have a look of regret on him. Shortly after removing his belongings and burying the body, a note was found in his pocket and those who read it or even was told about it, would know it went like this.

 

"I am, or was, Ser Viktor of a once proud house. My lord cousin beheaded the King of Carrion in lands back, to which tainted the blood going through my veins. To kill a liege lord, no less to kill the King is something that I can undo from the family's reputation. I was looked at as a traitor, not only to the Carrions but as well to my own blood and this, hurt more than any sword or mace. I will find solace in the face of this, for I do not deserve a spot in the Seven Skies and neither does my family, and for this... I shall reunite with them in the nether and reap what I have sown."

[Galendar 631]

Alexander salutes the last Ruthern as the house finally dies out.

[Rig 17591]

Rowan scratches his head, "Eh, t'ese the fella's tha' fought in te' Fringe War?" 

[Kardel 1054]

Kardel gazes at the silhouette on the banner, squinting. "Is dat un o' dem phalluses? Da feck be dat! Luuks loike un o' dem fancy syreenges, er loike un dagger! Aye, ehts un weird dagger! Moighty small dagger. . .maybe ehts suggesting at sumefin! Hurhur" The old dwarf laughs at his own joke. 

[Glyc 234]

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