The Will Of A Northman

[Etherealxx 232]

It's the morning, the sun just rose, Most of the Dunamis camp is sleeping or in the halls feasting as Sivar walks outside going to head out to Oren, A plan on his mind before he spots his bror Berentorm outside of the gates and decides to say a goodbye to him.

 

Sivar then takes a slow walk, a rather fearless face as he heads south knowing he'd die but he didn't fear death, He knew that he'd go up to the halls to drink and feast with the gods, But more importantly he'd be able to see his fallen family and friends.

 

He then continued his pathway to Oren before he makes a stop at the square center of Petrus and letting out a yell for all to hear.

He then rushes foward attempting to hit everyone in plain sight with his axe, Chopping and Swinging hoping to kill atleast one or more of the oren soldiers only to then be hit in the back, Sivar falling to the ground and landing onto his knees with a bloody grin.

 

A voice then starts to echo through his mind as he falls, two words of what his brother Berentorm said to him earlier.

"Svidania, Bror." ((Goodbye, Brother))

He smiles afterwards, Awaiting his fate as the guards gather up around him. He is then grabbed, getting his legs and arms chained only to then after be taken by two guards and dragged up to the tower where they kept prisoners. While they dragged him Sivar would try to break free attempting to kick and punch them but it was no use. The chains kept him down and he had guards holding onto him as he tried to do so.

 

Sivar was then thrown into the jail, a guard coming in with him chaining him onto the wall.

Days passed as Sivar was in the jail, Having only stale bread given to him to keep him alive for the time to come later. He stayed there thinking about the gods, his family and friends up in the halls drinking and feasting hoping to die there to go and join them till a man by the name of Viktor grabbed him by his shoulder and taken the chain off and dragging him into the courtyard and putting him infront of a chopping board.

 

Sivar then goes cold as the blade whistles going down onto his neck, his head being chopped off falling down onto the floor, the crowd around cheering in approvement of the Northmans death.

[spartanred 58]

Heus Grandaxe frowns, sad to hear a northman slain by Oren hands.

 

"If ah jest couldah poked 'im one last toime..."

[Katiesc 130]

Though Azel Dexeruax knew Sivar Froydis for a brief moment of time and what she did know of him was not what one would wish to look back on; a frown ceased upon her lips as she'd mutter a silent prayer to the Creator for mercy on his soul.

 

(( -silent, dramatic sobbing can be heard in the background- ))

[CheekyNolan 5420]

​Audbjørn receives word of Sivar's death, his face shows little emotion as his friend speaks. Once alone, a frown descends upon his face as he lets out a sigh. He remains silent for a while in his seat as he thinks of Sivar. He speaks out as if Sivar were standing before him in the room. "Ya alvays vere von of dah dumbest people I knew, but I'll miss ya. Who vill kiss all the girls unvillingly now?" He stands, looking around the room as he chuckles to himself lightly. 

[Heero 4092]

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