The slashing of Swords

[Andustar 4143]

 

On the 11th of the Deepcold 1572, Orenian forces engaged the Dreadland forces in a skirmish outside the capital, as they pushed forward they were met by the fierce offensive of the Dreadland marauders. William pushed forth without support into the enemy lines, slashing his longsword at the enemy before him, with no protection from his comrades William was hit full on with the enemy offensive, The Axes punctured his armor, the swords slashed his limbs the lances pierced his body, there were many times like this that the northerner survived but this time he would not, this time he would fall.

 

As he dropped to the floor he stared up at the sky now filling with crows, they circled the bodies and of course himself. As he lay down on the ground bleeding while the battle was still flourishing nearby he thought of all he had done, what he had achieved and what he had lost in his short life, his Golden Crow that he wore was now stained with blood, his helmet came free revealing the tortured shell of a once proud man who fought many battles and died for the empire that he loved and swore to protect.

 

As they searched for the bodies after the battle William was found, drained of life and moved on to the Seven skies, they took the mans frame and put it in a cart to be transported to the north where his sons would be able to mourn his death and pay their final respects. As they looked at their fathers corpse, Nikolai Worix the first son of William Worix took the helmet from his body, tears running down his eyes as he strapped the helmet to his head, with that Nikolai's sadness was replaced with silence and the snow fell around him, he had dawned his fathers title and he was not going to let him down.

 

This is where William Worix, warrior of the north, bannerman of House Barbanov and loyalist of the Holy Orenian Empire stood his ground this final time and this is where he fell.

[Man of Respect 5471]

Ron Jasilus shall pay his respects.

[Taketheshot 3834]

Walter Sighs a heavy sigh as the body is brought back to the north "He survived pushing back the threat of those bandits and saving the citizens, what a good lad."

[winterblood 11181]

Nemir solemnly lowered her head at the news of her acquaintance's death.

"A good man, he was." She murmured to herself as she gazed out the window of her room.

 

[Pav33 101]

A man in a black robe would wander the far north, making his way to William's graveside. He sat next to it, the veteran wiping off the newly fallen snows from the engraving on the shrine. He takes out a bottle of vodka, unscrewing the cap. Oleksandr drinks for a moment, before pausing and pouring the rest on the stone. "One last drink, old friend". He sighs as he gets up, brushing off his worn garments. He looks at the stone one more time, both hatred of his killers and lament for the loss of an age-old friend. William was more of a father to him then his own after his untimely death, and he had time to grieve. He takes off his faded cossack uniform, throwing it to the ground in a fury.
"I guess I've taken my time to do those errands... I think I shall give Lord Barbanov a visit and ask if hes looking for an old veteran...." he whispers before walking off.

 

[Andustar 4143]

4 minutes ago, WalrusGames said:

A man in a black robe would wander the far north, making his way to William's graveside. He sat next to it, the veteran wiping off the newly fallen snows from the engraving on the shrine. He takes out a bottle of vodka, unscrewing the cap. Oleksandr drinks for a moment, before pausing and pouring the rest on the stone. "One last drink, old friend". He sighs as he gets up, brushing off his worn garments. He looks at the stone one more time, both hatred of his killers and lament for the loss of an age-old friend. William was more of a father to him then his own after his untimely death, and he had time to grieve. He takes off his faded cossack uniform, throwing it to the ground in a fury.
"I guess I've taken my time to do those errands... I think I shall give Lord Barbanov a visit and ask if hes looking for an old veteran...." he whispers before walking off.

 

Nikolai would notice the black  hooded man by his fathers grave, he'd smile underneath the helmet that he now wears that was once his father, happy that his father even after death is respected.