A Frozen Slaughter

[_pr0fit 3084]

 

Sven Ruric paced in front of his men, the true sons of Norland, the men were tired from rowing the longboats from the mainland and the opposing rebel forces awaited just west of their position. Sven stepped atop a felled tree trunk, standing tall above his men, looking each one in the eye before beginning his speech; “Welcome home, you are about to begin the greatest moment of your lives, the rebels lay just over that hill and are advancing on towards Seahelm, This house, our Emperor, our Nation has given us the opportunity to stop them where they stand and to defend the island of Norland. Forward against the enemy! up into the fray brothers, for Norland! for the Empire! Not one step back! Do not count days, Do not count miles, count only the number of rebels you have killed! ‘Kill the rebels’ This is your mother's prayer, ‘Kill the rebels’ This is the cry of your homeland, Do not waver! Do not let up! Kill! Death to the rebel Thorrson!” The men rushed forward, charging into the rebel army with a renewed vigor.

 

 

The battle was over within minutes, the orennian army quickly annihilating the opposing rebel forces, cutting down rebel and dwarf alike, the air thick with the scent of blood and brain matter, dozens of tiny bodies littered the frosted fields, the once pristine alabaster snow painted a deep crimson after the crushing defeat served to the rebel Beo Thorrson and his allies.

 

 

Sven Ruric sat on a crate on the reclaimed docks of Seahelm, a medic wrapping a bandage around his upper arm, “I’m fine woman!” he barked at her as he grabbed at a bottle, “All I need is some ale.” The rest of the Orrenian forces were carrying away the few dead human soldiers and piling the rebel forces into a pile to be burned, a soldier in a red and black tabard approached him, “Sir, your cousin has escaped with the retreating dwarves.” Sven scowled “I knew my father should never had sold that land to Beo, the Thorrsons have always been traitors, I don’t know why he thought we could trust this one.” He stood up and looked at the keep on the mountain, a massive stone building, but yet still not fully constructed “We are lucky he did not have the sense to rebel after he had finished that monstrosity, for more than a handful of men would have died if we had to siege that.” Sven turned back to the soldier, “Hoist the ropes over the tallest branches of the ashwood tree, The king in the north deserves a regal position after all.” Sven would smile devilishly thinking of his cousin swinging above the rest of the traitorous rebels, the soldier nodded and left to prepare the tree. Sven approached one of the longboats, jumping aboard and taking his place at its head, the men had already seated themselves and were preparing to row back to the mainland “Men!” Sven called to them

“Today we have secured our homeland! Today we have driven out the traitorous Thorrson and his band of brigands! this land was attained by the men who had the courage to die for it! make them your examples! We shall fight the enemy in the snow! In the sea! And anywhere else they dare to show their faces! IRON FROM ICE!” The men cheered and raised their fists upwards screaming “Iron From Ice!” loudly in the frigid Norlandic air.

[Jentos 9425]

Jentos grunt, a single tear going down his cheek, "Join'in t'dwarves... Stupid idea Beo.. Na'w me' young baron, Edward York will pay fer' yer' bad idea... A' don't want tha' 'ave tha' take lead O' Crestholme." He sighs 

[lawnmowerman 3040]

"That Beo fucker always was a bit postponed."

 

Ser Rhys Roke muses aloud.

[Lsuvsfar 255]

After the battle, Bastion would sit in on his bedside, pondering Beo's rebellion.

 

"We shoulda seen this coming," Bastion thought. "The Bishop of Courland warned us of the pagans in Norland, but Norland merely mocked him. Now look, the traitor has run off with the dwarves and surrounds himself with their women. Beo refused to tear down that pagan shrine in Valkyria, and Norland did nothing. Now Beo is a pagan puppet for the dwed." Bastion chuckled to himself, shortly as his thought "Shame the Norlanders didn't slaughter Beo like the fat swine they had the chance."

 

With that, Bastion would lay down and drift off into sleep, dreaming of how Norland must be kicking themselves for failing to heed the Bishop's warning.

[KeiaTypeBeat 3281]

The night after the battle, Millosm lays in bed next to his lover, Lixxis, thinking about the days events. He thinks of the blood, the corpses, the sound of steel clashing against steel still fresh in his mind. He ponders of how we could have let the man escape. What further battles could this create? How many more men will need to die? What needs to be done to Beo to make others learn from his mistake? He would chuckle, then wrap his arms around Lixxis. 

 

"Beo is going to wish he had stayed loyal. That ashwood tree is going to be the least of his worries." He says quietly, drifting off to sleep.

[Caranthir_ 2533]

Edward York stands at his balcony, sighing as he looks over Norland, the mountain top fortress shadowing his small Barony. "How did it ever come to this?!" He muses to himself, he then gasps as the wound in his arm grows more restless, splitting once again, allowing a flow of blood to run down his arm. "I was lucky I survived." He notes to himself again. He then sighs, the breath steamed as it touches the frost of the Norland morn. "How great we may have been...." He closes his eyes as a tear forms in the corner of his grey eye. "I only wished to make Norland great again..." He suddenly looks back as his ever loyal Regent Jentos enters the balcony from behind him. "Ah', Edvard.... I' will be time to go soon, otherwise you vill be executed...." He says solemnly. As Edward turns over, a tear escapes his now puffy eyes. "I shall not leave as long as there is blood in my veins, I shall see to this cities welfare for as long as I live." He replies woefully. "Leave while you still can Jentos, go, be with Duke Arthur." He turns away to observe the land he loves one last time. "If you see my father....Tell him I love him..." He says to Jentos, not looking back as he nods and slowly leaves the cold balcony. "May GOD, the Aspects and the All-Father save you my dear child." He says to his city, which he had built from ground up. He then slowly turns on his heels to find a place to lie down, awaiting the inevitable.

[MongolKhan 255]

A cavalryman from the battle would sit upon his horse, his eyes dart about the battle-field, his armour hardly touched from the battle. A wide grin would be shown upon his scarred visage. A small grin would perk up on his lips as he would turn his stallion around, riding off as the slain dwarves and humans he had slain would be carried off. 

[Salty Saradunan 46]

Lifts a dwarf body of him to see he is surrounded by the bodies of rebels, dwarves and humans. He stared at them thinking how it came to this. He wiped Te snow off of his armour and marshes towards seahelm once again looking among the dead. As he approached seahelm he saw a long boat on the horizon sailing to the mainland of Oren 
"Oh **** is that the time!" He runs quickly through the pale snow then he finds himself swimming in the freezing ocean following the boat for a dozen minutes. Saradunan catches up and is pulled aboard the ship.
"We thought you were dead Saradunan" a ruric bannerman would say to him 
"Just keep rowing the ship" Saradunan would say in reply as he falls asleep 

[Malgonious 2758]

"Iron from ice..." a weak Ruric would say from his bed, slipping into a deep sleep.

[LatzMomo 2088]

"Iron From Ice." Echoes throughout felsen in a ghostly tone.

[CheekyNolan 5420]

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