dandan1350 479 Share Posted March 1, 2016 It was over in less then a second, to any bystander but a simple flash but to him it felt eternal. The aged knight has brought his steed onward as he lined himself among his fellow cavaliers with his lance held loosely in his grip, armored digits drumming the shaft as he tried to fight back the fear of battle no man could escape. His right hand tugging on the reigns as the sudden call was made and the lines of cavalry set off in a blazing charge down the hill and through the sandy dunes, their hooves kicking up a trail behind him. Battle cries of joy, rage and some fear sounded out as the elder knight followed suit alongside his cavalier brothers, pulling down his visor to shadow his aged face and lowering his couched lance forward towards his enemies. A grin crept the elder knights lips as the heat of battle began to consume him. Arrows whistling past his head and crude orcish projectiles firing back in return, his shield raised ahead as one of the projectiles embedded itself into his cover causing a spray of splinters. His heart began to beat faster, the race of battle driving the adrenaline filled elder as he continued on alongside his younger brothers. But within an instant it ended. The lines collided at the mass of orc hordes and Orenian cavalier met, shields splintering, lances piercing, blades biting down. The cries of men and beast alike, the shrill noises of terror escaping the beasts the knights rode upon as they reared up in fear stomping their heavy hooves to the piling bodies. Battle broke out and the ringing sound of metal clashing against each other in heated combat consumed above all else, even past the confusion of the first charge. However for one there was only a muffled background. Couching his lance and readying himself, the elder knight lowered his body further to his horse as the two sides drew ever closer. There it happened and there it ended, his lance pierced one of the green-skinned beasts to the floor leaving it to heave and flail in useless attempt as the knight was showered in a wave of splinters. His hand darted down to reach for his blade but the flash of sun reflecting from iron blinding him as the heavy war-axe found its mark and a second lumbering beast sent the elder flying from his steed and to the floor, a flash of crimson coursing the air. Blood seeped heavily from the heavy wound embedded the knights chest as he gasped for air that would not come, his hands clutching weakly where his chest sat torn in near two. He had no valiant death, no peaceful end by his friends side. He had only a warrior's death if one could call it that. Unable to be heard or seen, beneath his visor he wept with fear as the pain consumed him and finally his weeping was no more. The elder knight let a final breath escaping him as he fell limp among the masses of the already fallen troops around him. This simple skirmish saw the end of him and many soldiers around him, for what cost? Hopefully a better Oren. And so the elder knights oaths were finally ended, free from his failures of Guy de Bar and Olivier. "Brann Marwood died as he lived, in service to Ashford. Protecting his liege." ((Wrap up to one of my favorite characters I've RPed on and developed, he became a lot from what was only suppose to be a one week temporary character. I'll miss him.)) 26 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Salvo 1852 Share Posted March 1, 2016 "Goodbye, friend. May we meet again, one day, in the Seven Skies." states Edwin, departing to Aeldin on a ship. ((peace every1 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Katiesc 130 Share Posted March 1, 2016 (( Do you want us to cry? 'Cause this is how you make us cry. )) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
idiot 502 Share Posted March 1, 2016 "That guy had a sexy moustache! How could he die?" Exclaims a young orener. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
GloriaPreussens 798 Share Posted March 1, 2016 John would make the lorraine as he heard of Brann's passing, writing into the Book of Knights "Ser Brann the Steadfast, let us all take example from him." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
lawnmowerman 3040 Share Posted March 1, 2016 57 minutes ago, LevitatedPotato said: "That guy had a sexy moustache! How could he die?" Exclaims a young orener. Rhys Roke cringes and pukes. He wipes his lips, stating. "Loyalty in its' truest form." Samuel embraces Brann in a brotherly manner as he enters the Seven Skies. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Porko 397 Share Posted March 1, 2016 Veryn offers the graying knight a warm smile as he sights his brother within the seven skies. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
CheekyNolan 5420 Share Posted March 1, 2016 Athirius' eyes bore into that of the winged Ashford helm, that the late Brann had imparted on him. The subdued Knight continued to regard the armour piece with a sullen pout for a few moments longer before scoffing and lurching up from his seat. "You told me to give this to the person who deserves it and I'd know them when the time came." "**** them, I'm having it." He declared, affirming the announcement by sliding it over his head and briskly withdrawing from his Keep. --- Upon Brann's 'ascension', a dark-haired baseborn would greet him with his typical amiable smirk. Allard Fournier thumps his hand down atop the Knight that was like an uncle to him, walking alongside him through the dark gates. "Welome to hell!" The bastard announces upon entry. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
sneLf 314 Share Posted March 1, 2016 Blake waves hello as the knight enters the seven skies Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
mmat 7460 Share Posted March 1, 2016 2 hours ago, LevitatedPotato said: "That guy had a sexy moustache! How could he die?" Exclaims a young orener. "Have a little respect." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ricky 321 Share Posted March 2, 2016 A lone Kings guard stands in the palace of Savoy surrounded by shadows stood in silence. He is unable to talk unable to confide, his friends are dead, his king’s are dead, now his mentor and only farther he ever had is dead. A broken Kings guard sits in the tome of savoy hounded by memories. ((Veryn and Brann RIP, my post on here is a good prelude to this https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/138190-mortem/)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cracker 4570 Share Posted March 2, 2016 John II etches the words Ser Brann the Steadfast into an old leatherbound tome in his sickbed. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vrarrdata 205 Share Posted March 2, 2016 "Ser Brann." Amethu murmers the name softly when the news reaches him. He would slowly move to his basement, opening a chest containing his rusty Ashford armour."May 'The Creator's' peace be upon you, my brother-prefect" A tear would fall upon the black & white Ashford tabard. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
CheekyNolan 5420 Share Posted June 30, 2016 Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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