A Bear Falls

[Anderssn 1115]

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- Royce Bonehill

 

 

 

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[_Stigwig 1510]

Denis had watched as they fought - the man that had served him and his uncle for so many faithful years finally slain at the hand of his hated enemy, the Vladov. He had watched as his men clamoured for the blood of Kazimir, urged on by the jeering voices of the crowds above. Yet, he had forbade them. His mother was a Vladov, flaxen-haired and kind. He remembered little of her caring face, yet could he condemn one of her cousins to death?

 

It did not matter - Kazimir died. The bears had slain each other, and all men who had served and will serve the Ashford sun would know the name of Ser Ragnar. This time, as with the previous deaths that had wrought his life in misery, Denis did not seek solace from the grief in the arms of his wife, but rather on the battlefield; as Ragnar did in his lifetime:

 

"To the bitter end, Ragnar."

Edited October 11, 2015 by Stigwig.

[Endovelicus 613]

Jürgen frowns deeply, as he looks at Ragnar's body laying in a pew in the Geldren Chapel. He sighs, as he does the sign of lorraine and mutters a silent prayer. "Zhe last great northmen as fallen...Gott have mercy. May he feast on zhe seven skies." He closes his eyes slightly, his head hung low as he relive Ragnar's demise.

[Stump 709]

Ceriwyn de Bar of Drusco recalls her musings of Ragnar while she sits in the castle Geldern, having respected the man even when they no longer spoke.

[zaezae 1098]

She came to visit her younger half-brother. As a way to pay her respects to her passed father. She found it difficult to grow upset. This difficulty wouldn't be reserved only for her father. Much like him, it was difficult to bring harm about to her. Still, to crown her father's son with her hand, if only once, felt like a certain sort of kindness and respect. She was sad about her father's passing, just not, upset. She thought, maybe, it was because he died as he lived, as he wanted to, and with all the freedom to choose his way as any man can hope for. 

The Kadlin pulls hair behind her ear. He died, she thought, just how he wanted. Maybe, she should take after his example. To do precisely what drives her, and as such, enjoy the freedom of such.

Edited October 13, 2015 by zaezae

[Elad™ 560]

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