Living by the Blade

[lawnmowerman 3040]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwYX7Neu69U

 

 

Death of Thire, as depicted by Bronis ve Brionne,  1563.

 

A harsh wind licked the prominent walls of Felsen, a large band of Orenian patriots summoned outside of them, surrounding, Thire, eager to capture the man and bring him to swift justice for his accused crimes.

 

The bountiful retinue of loyalists pushed Thire along to Anpalais, home to the royal nobility, stuffing him in the cell of the Nauzican barracks. After but a moment, the grizzled Ser Drevin emerged into the room alongside his fellow knight, Ser Michael, conversing with the war-yearning Thire. The young Pertinax descendant demanded a fair trial; a trial by combat, Ser Vitallius soon stating afterwards, “He who fights by the sword, dies by the sword.”

 

Captain de Sarkozy skimmed about, asking for a volunteer to face the former Prince of the Dreadlands.

 

The flaxen-haired knight presented himself to Ser Drevin, well acquainted with the Nauzican Commandant, claiming boldly, “I do.”

 

The well-mannered Master Buron, son of the late Ser Bruno, offered Thire his plate and blade, seeing as the renegade carried none. Folk were summoned in the gardens as the two combatants stripped on their plate and unsheathed their swords, tense gazes locked on one another.

 

“An honourable opponent.” mutters Thire in reply to Vitallius, his hand gripping tightly around the foreign sword. “I came to clear my name and If I die, I die on my knees in a fashionably display of blood and gore.”

 

The weary Baron of Kraken’s Watch counted down, crowd waiting silently in anticipation, before the two men finally lunged at one another, parrying blows and trading meaningless hits. A sudden swipe struck Thire’s knees, causing him to lurch back and fall to his feet. Vitallius scowled for a mere second, jabbing the tip of the arming sword directly downwards, sinking it quickly into Thire’s throat, granting him a merciful demise. The crowd clapped and cheered as the crown’s champion won, Thire’s limp and deceased figure soon moved out of the palace to be buried at his home of origin, the Dreadlands.

 

[Zhulik 3559]

Leopold cheers on his master, clapping as he sees bravery that he will one day try to emulate. "If only his bite was as big as his bark!"

[ooooowee 559]

Ser Abram smiles as Ser Vitallius finishes off Thire, bowing his head in respect to his fellow Larian. 

[EddyTheBrave 643]

"An upright duel." mumbles Drevin de Sarkozy. 

[Taketheshot 3834]

"Seems a fitting death." Comments walter to the Baron Vanir 

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

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[colovian fur 8360]

Willem de Denesle, the imprisoned Larian soldier, stares out the bars of his cell. Several Felsen Watch members spoke of the duel between Ser Vitallius and Thire. Willem listened intently, attempting to gather every detail of the fight.

 

Willem wondered if Vitallius would visit him so he could properly congratulate him.

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2466]

"An honourable death for an honourable man. We were on opposing sides but there was no shame in his death. I will record Thire in the book of the dragon." remarks Maric, hearing of the duel