Death by lance

[mmat 7460]

A sudden and strong thrust of his longsword cut down his third opponent of the day. He stepped back twice and twisted to meet the oncoming melee, swords clashing with the barbarian hordes. He looked to his right, his horse having bolted away back to the city. He was falling back slowly with the line when an opportunity presented itself, an enemy unprepared, he battered the now-dazed Ruric over the head with a hard smash of the shield in his left hand before finishing him with a slash from his right.

 

Turning around, he tried to retreat but found himself surrounded, he had been sucked into a trap. Raising his shield and sword to meet the challenge, he glanced his forces falling back towards the city, hope leaving him. All of a sudden, a horseman galloped past and threw a spear, piercing Oscar's shoulder and forcing him to drop his arms. He fell to the floor, injured and dazed. He left a trail of blood behind him as he crawled away from the melee and back towards the city.

 

An attempt at healing the middle-aged commander came too late. Oscar Lancefeld died on the 11th of the Deep Cold 1572, at 48 years old.

[Jonificus 2741]

"You were right, my old friend.. I never did beat your imperial deck.." Mithius would chuckle mournfully, placed in a gloomy mood rarely seen by most. The sad elf makes his daily round to the flower merchants of Johannesburg, today returning to the Lancefeld estate with 48 red roses to place upon it's steps.

[Malgonious 2758]

Ser Hakon Ruric, bloodied and battered from the recent engagement would receive a raven detailing the death of Oscar Lancefield.  "Oren has lost one of it's finest."  Hakon would raise the mug in his honor, nodding.

[shortchangehero 4217]

Corporal Arthur Amador IV would struggle to hold his posture, his fresh wounds aching in pain as he stares silently towards the corrupt Judge holding court against himself, a guard whose put his life on the line in more then one occasion to keep the city safe. While everyone argues and yells over pity affairs, Arthur's mind is only locked on one thing, the loss of Ser Oscar Lancefield, a great  man.

[mmat 7460]

"FELD, NOT FIELD!"

 

Scream Oscar, Drake, and their entire line of ancestors from beyond the grave.

[Andustar 4143]

William Worix would lay beside Oscar Lancefield after sharing a similar fate.

[Thatpyrodude 2008]

He better of wrote down the tax I paid him..."

[EndCallCaesar 484]

*sighs and hakes his head, then turns to the Steward beside him and with a tone of distraught, says*

Another man of great potential, felled before his time.