Savoyard 263 Share Posted March 14, 2015 As Nerezza fell one man, already being wounded from battle stood in the open, awaiting whatever his Gods had in store for him, though to his surprise he was found by a familiar face, but little effect did it have as he was bound and forced to give up his supplies and whatever knowledge he had. Tired of the conflict between him and the South, tired of taking sides, tired of losing his loved ones and above all, tired of himself. Hours past as him and his captor walked to the Oren Capital before inevitably meeting a chopping block, his will was strong but he trusted he would see the Halls and that he had done what was right. Men, woman and children crowded around him as his executioner drew his blade, but before he met his fate he spoke the only thing on his mind, "Gods, hear me now for before I am judged I vant ta speak." The crowd around him would shout words like Heathen and Pagan but Finnvard payed no mind to them, his gaze and attention being glued to the open air but to him, he would see his Gods watching stoicly, "No matter vhat fate or Hall I am taken to, be it the Dungeons for eternity or tha endless quarrels and feasts vith my Brors and Sisters in Gonthorian's Halls, let it be known that I had the best intentions for my people even if that makes me a bad man." He'd blink, hearing the longsword whistling as it'd strike his neck, his head being cleaved off and into a bucket and his corpse falling over meanwhile the crowd shouts triumphantly, yet another being slaughtered by the iron fist of Oren. (( Good RP, this is my first RP post so xD Anywho, see you all around :) )) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKltawQoeVc 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Etherealxx 232 Share Posted March 14, 2015 Sivar Volik looks up to the sky in sorrow. "You vere a good man finnvard, I remember sailing across the North sea's vith Ja.. soon to join in on your new clan. Perhaps soon I vill be up in da halls vith you drinkin' vith da gods." He gazes away from the sky going to walk out the steps of Nerezza for the last time and spread the words of the Clan Leader Finnvard's death to his brothers. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vanir 693 Share Posted March 14, 2015 Regent Vasili stands stoically, watching with contempt as the Northman's head rolls across the stones of the Petrus square, only to be kicked aside moments later. As he heads deeper into the city with his contingency of guards, he murmurs only one thing: "Hail Vydra." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ragadorus 113 Share Posted March 14, 2015 Alister's mouth tightens as the man's head topples to the ground. Such is the fate of those who oppose the forces of Oren and the Creator. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ricky 321 Share Posted March 14, 2015 Athelstan II. Stafyr would note that the oldest House in Oren are Northmen so it is ok to Genoicide you for the real Northmen will always live on. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Delrof 381 Share Posted March 14, 2015 Ragnar would be sat firm in a chair of his humble home, a courier would arrive with a note, Ragnar would take the note from the courier with a stiff nod before returning to his chair, he reclines, holding the letter between his digits as his oceanic eyes study it carefully. After some time of reading, now aware of the young mans death, Ragnar arises. He would pad over to the window with a deep, pained sigh, his right digits coming to clasp around the lorraine cross that hangs firm around his neck. He mutters a few words, his accent now being visible due to the emotional pain. "Finnvard.. you vere a good man.. vun of my closest friends.. though.. you didn't see the light.. I varned you, I varned you many times.. but I guess et es too late.. I hope for you, Bror.. I hope thad you reach your heathen halls.. and can dine vith my father.. your ancestors.. and all those you have come to love.. farevell.." He'd dip his head a final time, aged mahogany locks hanging over his visage as he would clench his teeth which chatter together, a tear drips freely from his right eye. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heff 2460 Share Posted March 15, 2015 False Northmen! The North for Blackmonts! Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
RyothGaming 14 Share Posted March 15, 2015 Algarath Walks the battlefield sword drawn a northmen comes out no where, Algarath kicks him and then twirls the blade straight through his neck the head rolling and body falling blood oozing out he gazes muttering* HAIL VYDRA Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rayna Star 167 Share Posted March 15, 2015 Chirr gazes at the body from afar. Turning, she lowers her head and walks away. As the shadows swallow her up, a single rose falls to the ground where she once stood. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heero 4092 Share Posted June 15, 2015 Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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