The Taming Of The Wild Wolf.

[Delrof 381]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z0PvZGVPiJU

 

The day was a cold one, the winter winds swept freely through the mountainous Northern region of Athera, Nerezza stood high and mighty as always, and there stood two men, one of which's fate would inevitably be sealed. One of the men was Ragnar Fáoláinssón, who stood with axe and shield, his gaze locked upon the Konungur of the North, Thórvárdr Fáoláínsson. The two charged with zeal, Ragnars determination set on dying a Warriors death, tears were wept from those that loved Ragnar apart from Thórvárdr..

 

The battle waged on for some time, blows were taken and dealt, Ragnar took the first, taking a Sword slash to his left bicep, he took it with brute force, the fight continued to go on, Ragnar managed to disarm Thórvárdr though sacrificing his shield while doing so costing him the battle. As the battle come to an end, Ragnar took the fatal blow, receiving a Seax knife gash across his abdomen, causing him to bleed profusely, in a last attempt he hacked at Thórvárdr failing while doing so and being forced onto his back, he muttered the words "Thankyou, father." in his own tongue though having this returned with a dishonourable strike to behead Ragnar, Ragnar moved, wanting an honourable death, he asked for such and was then returned with a "Fine, *****."

 

At this moment a sense of betrayal grew over Ragnar, Thórvárdr moved away seemingly careless, Ragnar had realised he made a mistake. Instantly he regretted his decisions, though it was too late, he had finally realised who his true friends were when Glanril and Finnvard came running to his aid, assessing his wounds in an attempt to save him, alas, it was far too late.

 

Ragnars body was carried off, laid upon a softwood boat layered with hay. Ragnar was clad in the ceremonial armour of Gonthórían, his face smeared with ruined, smudged and distressed war-paint. The torch was struck, the two mourned, placing the torch to the boat, pushing it down the stream and watching with moist orbs as they viewed the flames engulf his body.

 

((Will improve another time but this is it for now.))

[lawnmowerman 3040]

Glanril straightens his posture, his eyes focused on the lit boat that slides down the stream, before he'd mutter to himself "May the halls keep you safe... brother."

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1k9E5KXDbM

[Imi 425]

Upon witnessing the death of her husband, Lillian would return to the keep at Nerezza.

She slowly lowered herself into her bed, tears flowing freely down her cheeks as she sobbed. Their children did not stir, but slept peacefully through the night, not yet knowing that their Father would not return home.

Lillian's pale fingertips idly ran over her wedding band as she sobbed, eventually sliding it off of her ring finger and onto the next, knowing it shall never again been worn.

[Savoyard 263]

A single tear rolls off Finnvard's cheek as he watches the boat flow downstream, he sits down lazily on the river bank holding his head in his hands,  reminiscing all the times he and his friend had. 

[Travista 1361]

Shreck'Dom frowns at the arrival of such dire news, muttering "Mey latz fynd peez ihn duh zpiret relhm, Ragnur," with sadness in his tone.

[Lita 677]

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