Death O' A' Brigand.

[Delrof 381]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwNTQO50bQE

 

The forest fell eerily silent as the injured young lad Fenrich, blood pouring from his wound as he pressed his digits along the steel trigger, though it was evident that the crossbow was in fact empty, and his opponent was the victor. A look of horror spread over Fenrichs face momentarily, at this age he didn't think it would happen so soon.

 

"Jus' kill me.."

 

His eyes flicker shut as the cold northern blade trims the hairs along his adams apple, everything was silent for what felt like years, Fenrich pondered over all the times he'd robbed, drank and gambled, all the times he was within the warm embrace of a fine lass, all the moments so long ago with his brother on the streets of Petrus, everything came back to him though he knew, this was it. All his life his luck was poor, and of all days it was this day that it was at its worst.

 

Crows fled as the blade finally made its move, Fenrichs head falling clean from his lithe shoulders, for the northerner had mercy, and Fenrich was left to a better fate then what may of been bestowed upon him should his opponent not have shown the same mercy.

 

[Halsi 381]

Mabel found herself quite upset upon hearing the news. Silent sobbing echoed throughout the cave, as the Frost Witch was devastated by his death, even if he would be a good man to feast upon.

[CheekyNolan 5420]

The lowly Northerner's armoured forefinger prods the newly added slice across his countenance gently, wincing as the cool of the metal makes contact with the ripped flesh. A clear scar beginning to show from his cheekbone upwards in a puce hue and various parts of his armour dented, in particular his upper plackart where it would break into his flesh; the wound made by a bolt. "Little ****." He'd groan in irk, chuntering along out the woods and back to Peremont. His breathing erratic and heavy under the morning's sun.

[Catarrh 720]

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwNTQO50bQE

 

 

  ((Ralph Stanley sang it infinitely better.)) 

[Delrof 381]

  ((Ralph Stanley sang it infinitely better.)) 

((I just used this version because it was the only one I knew of and the accent suited Fenrich quite well))

[lawnmowerman 3040]

 

Gondryk, Fenrich´s older brother, would've been sauntering down the path, his eyes darting towards the crow's abrupt departure, before he let out a small grumble, trotting into the treeline.

 

After a short search, he'd gaze upon the headless corpse, quickly recognizing his brother's clothing, falling to his knees. He brought his hand towards the stock of the cross-bow, taking a hold of the firearm, a few drops of tears hiding down his mud covered cheekbones, a muffled drawl heard beneath his rum-scented breath...

 

"Whoever did this..."

 

"You're fowkin' dead."

[Altiak 1648]

 

It was a day like any other in the wartorn plains of Drusco, the House de Bar's cursed duchy - where the fields of green were painted a bright red; where towering oak trees stood but stumps in the distance; where the smell of death clung so firmly in the air. 

 

Guy de Bar strides toward the entrance of his battered holdfast, gauntleted hands clasped together behind him. He surveys the horizon with an expectant, wary countenance, as a corpse wagon trundles into view. Such carts returned daily, filled to the brim with the bodies of stragglers  - their tales left forever untold. The rider brings the horses to a halt, addressing his lord with an inclination of the head and a muffled synopsis of his trip eastward.

 

The Duke of Drusco glances over the corpses stacked upon one another - too numerous to count. But amidst the plethora of mortal remains, he recognizes a familiar visage, despite its detachment from the rest of his body. The war had stolen from him yet another loyal servant once in his employ.

 

The Lord Chancellor smiles morosely, quipping before he takes his leave, "The man never did use his head."

[James 425]

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