Death of a Soldier

[Birdnerdy 1539]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nRjLv1L0WF8

 

 

 

Osgod had always expected to die in battle. For all his life he had served the Empire dutifully on the front lines of every war she waged for his entire lifetime. From the trenches of the 18 Years War to the sweltering deserts of Krugmar to the rocky passes of Joren’s Spine, Osgod had waged war on all manner of foes. He had locked blades with dwarves and their Dunamisian lackeys, orcish raiders, Staunton expendables, and Dreadlandic marauders, each time putting his life on the line for the Orenian cause, but no matter what enemy he faced, Osgod had always lived to see the day. Having his family and friends beside him when he passed on was something Osgod had never dared hope to have. He casts his gaze around his candlelit chamber, pausing on each well wisher’s face.

 

At the foot of his resting place stood a cluster of his oldest comrades, Volero Havenson of Carnatia beside Haense’s Chancellor, Rickard Barrow. Behind them was a grey mass of northern soldiery that Osgod’s fading vision could faintly make out: Rolf Vyronov, Sergei Kovachev, Aramis Northbrook, and many more. Good men, to the last. He closes his eyes for a moment, a flood of memories cascading through his dying mind The deluge is interrupted by a soft touch on his hand. He cracks his eyelid, peering into the eyes of his young son, Cedrik. The teen solemnly lays a finely carved longbow of whalebone on his lap. Osgod smiles, the project had been the final task he had entrusted his heir. He turns to his right, locking eyes with Tuvya Berhal, his chosen successor and protege. The grim faced raev gives a solemn nod, finally feeling the weight of burden he would take up with the passage of the dying Colborn. As grey phantoms begin to tug at the edge of his vision, he turns his gaze to his ever faithful, red haired wife, Mira.

 

Mira rests her head upon her dying husband's chest with a shaky exhale. Her hand rests on his with the gentlest of touch, and her lips planting a quiet, loving kiss upon his chin. "You've done Cedrik and I well, love. I couldn't be prouder of the man I chose to drink with all those years ago."'

 

Osgod wraps his arm around her shoulders, closing his eyes and giving a final, contented sigh as he passes on.

((Had a lot of fun with this char, much thanks to all who rped with me over the year or so I played him.

[iris1612 1780]

"****," says Brandon

[Ark 2835]

Rickard was rarely a man of tears. However, that night he wept.

[Aedrabani 66]

Jon II Marbrand frowned softly, his mask on the snow beside him as he laid a wreath of holly at his grave.

 

Turning to the few legionaries who accompanied him, Jon sighed sadly, "Look at this grave, men.  Here lies a great man, few to rival him.  He did his duty and he did it faithfully.  He was loyal to the very end.  To his king, to his people, and to the Empire.  Learn from him."

 

Jon solemnly placed his mask once more upon his face, striding into the snow back towards Metterden.  It seemed colder now than when he had come.

[Imperium 3495]

"A hero has passed on this day, may GOD welcome him," Sigurd would say when news of Osgod passing reachs him.

 

[seannie 7443]

"Ah.." says Andrik, very shocked upon hearing Osgods death

[Stump 709]

Tatiana Barbanov couldn't believe her ears, neither her eyes once she laid them upon the fresh grave. At only eleven, she'd never experienced a death of someone she knew. Perhaps that was what hit her so hard that day, and the girl mourned alongside her family for Osgod, and for Cedrik. 

[whiteferrarii 123]

Maric cries.

 

[Pureimp10 5691]

A gray haired man would welcome Osgod into the Seven Skies, glad to see his friend again after many years apart.

[QuestPls 6]

Volero stands in the cold, staring at the fresh grave, a deep sadness ebbing from his face. "See you soon friend." he dips his head and removes his faded red bandana, tossing it to where his great ally now lies. He sighs, sweeping a loose tuft of gray hair from his view. Volero half-heartedly turns on his heels and glumly lumbers off, the rhythmic clanking of his plate adding to the Northern ambience.

[Heff 2460]

lucien 3 welcomes him to the skies! 

[Ticklem0nster 103]

Tuvya Berhal would give Osgod one final salute as a single tear ran down his face.  It felt as if a piece of him had died with Osgod.  The thoughts of Osgod's final wishes ran throughout his head.  Tuvya would follow every last order Osgod gave him, for even in death, he knew that Osgod was still the man who lead the Crow, whether it be through Tuvya, or through the other men that he had inspired countless times.

[HurferDurfer1 2979]

Coltaine mourns.

[yopplwasupxxx 5946]

His past liege lord would not welcome Osgod to the Seven Skies, but rather greet him in the cold expanse of the Void. It was no secret that Otto Sarkoz, Duke of Carnatia, was a sinner like every other man, and so was the fellow Ser Osgod of Colborn, the typical soldier, warrior, human. Within the desolate wastelands they met and the pair would roam like the rest of mankind: their former brother-at-arms, kinsmen, lovers, for they were all human. All sinners with their own stories to tell.

[Flapman 625]

"Haense lost a mighty man today..." Rasputin says as he lights a candle.