A Midnight Stroll

[Algoda 885]

 

15th of Sun’s Smile, 1593

 

It was a typically quiet night within Ostermark, home of the Norlanders and western coast of the Empire. Jarl Baldur patrolled his streets, watching the odd warrior bustle about, attending to mundane duties. Coming upon the end of the square, he blinked and did a doubletake. Indeed, upon closer inspection it was in fact the Grand King Algoda, standing behind the window of an Ostermark home, chatting rather loquaciously with one Katherine Astergaard, a fair headed northern lass.

 

A series of alarmed shouts echoed through the air. The Jarl Baldur promptly drew his weapon and burst through the hovel door, startling both the woman and the Grand King. A procession of Norlandic warriors would soon join their Jarl. The Grand King was tackled down and subdued after a brief struggle, furniture being shoved about the room like loose kindling.

 

Runners and birds were sent to all corners of the Empire. Elves, Imperials and Men of Haense were quick to respond and rally to Ostermark to secure their high value prisoner. Grand King Algoda would look about stoically, seeing no escape, he marched with the Orenian army as they carted him off to Johannesburg.

 

A long procession later, and the Grand King stood before the Imperial Court, soldiers lining all walls of the room. Jarl Baldur stood at the side of the Dwedmar, ensuring he would not escape. Pleasantries were exchanged before the discussion began.

 

“Have you come to make peace, Grand King?” The Emperor Philip Frederick spoke, gazing down from upon his throne.

 

“Not really.” Algoda replied flippantly. “This war has gone beyond the fight for our Northern Kingdom. This fight has become about the liberation of the Orenian peoples from tyranny.”

 

Shouts echoed across the hall. What tyranny?

 

With a quick gesture asking for permission, the Elven Prince Artimec stepped before the Grand King, he squared his gaze, and asked a question placidly.

 

“Your Majesty. Should it not be up to the people of Oren to choose their leader? You aid in a civil conflict as a foreign power. As such, you and your armies aim to set up a rebelling minority as kings over a loyal majority, who wish for no such thing. Do you consider this just?”

 

The Grand King looked back, then down. He pondered his words carefully. “I could care less for who rules Oren. Only that Urguan’s borders are secure.”

 

A silence pervaded in the courtroom.

 

The Emperor waved his hand, then rose from the throne. “Take him into the barracks.”

 

And so the soldiers carted the Grand King deep down flights of steps, torches ominously luminating the stony hallways with flickering light. Eventually they came upon a vast room with a dining table. Yet despite the presence of a delectable cake sitting at the table’s head, it was fairly obvious no feasting would take place this night.

 

The Emperor strode to the side of the Grand King, his gaze stoic. At his side were Ser Rakim Yar, Jarl Baldur Ashtyr, and Ser Leopold of the Westerlands. Philip Frederick offered his final decree.

 

“Algoda Frostbeard, for your crimes against Oren, witchcraft, and interfering in the matters of the Imperium of Man, I hereby sentence you to death.”

 

From behind, the Grand King’s head was grasped, and forced down unto the cake. Algoda gasped, struggling for breath as the men of Oren stripped him of his dignity. He was yanked out of the pastry, and made to face the Emperor once more.

 

“Do you have any last words?”

 

A brief silence pervaded, before Algoda spoke.

 

“This changes nothing.”

 

The Emperor swung his morningstar into the Dwarf’s stomach, apparently enraged by the words. Algoda coughed, blood splattering out of his lips. His vision began to blur. He had tried to utter out something, but was silenced by the blade of mercy from Ser Leopold driven through his neck, and all went dark.

 

Grand King Algoda Frostbeard had been slain.

[Beamon4 1690]

Dimlin upon hearing the news would Be shocked dropping his smithing hammer in disbelief. "He would say "He....Died for a....Noble caus' you will be welcomed into the halls of Urguan and teh gods. This changes nothing"

[ryno2 1285]

Daeron's eyes, usually closed in resting meditation from his sky-god imprisonment, suddenly flit wide as his mind registers the scenario. For a brief moment his thoughts shift to the ruin his own return will bring upon the empire, but he quickly settles his imagination with a disturbing stillness, punctuated by the simple phrase:

"This changes nothing."

[Pureimp10 5691]

"He may have been my enemy, but he was alright." says Lukas.

 

((thx for being a good sport bud

[Babadooks 566]

"Wise words." John would say in reply to receiving the letter. "We will have our revenge."

[Malgonious 2758]

 

 

Jarl Baldur stood tall amid the chaos that ensued as he sallied the Dwarven King into the courtyard of Svenheld, exposing the Norlandic ***** and Grand King for their pervish atrocities against their ilk.  "Sally forth, loyal men of the Empire.  We march to Johannesburg to give humanity the Justice it yearns for!"  Baldur would bark from atop the cliffside of his Great Hall, marching the Grand King to the Capital of Humanity.

 

As the proceeding went henceforth, Baldur stood face to face with his Imperial Majesty. "...Your Imperial Majesty, I ask no reward, for I bear the fruit of Ostermark to good people of Johannesburg.  The half-pup stands dead, and his ilk shall likely bear the brunt of such heinous crimes of their previous King.  Trechery, snakery, heresy, and interbreeding, all can be character traits of the boy king that lies dead at our feet, if the King of such mountain yolk acted in such mannerisms, such can be said for the entirety of the stonemen.  My duty to humanity is nae done, your Imperial Majesty. My host is being mobilized as we speak, the Rebel Cur shall feel the weight of Baldur and the yolk who would follow me to battle!  Hark ho, noble coz of the Empire!  Baldur's Host marches for the most vile of our ilk, the Courland rebellion will be brought to heel your imperial majesty, this I swear."

 

Baldur's Host would begin to sally, combining many pre-existing forces into an organized unit of Imperial wrath, led by Baldur himself.

[seannie 7443]

"This changes nothing." yawns an Elf loftily. 

[Mabah 156]

Shazul nods in respect of the dwarf King. "A bub'hozh Dwed.. He will beh avenged by da Rebellion! Diz changez nubthing."

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

Olenna would sit  within the Grand Palace, holding an infant beardling in her arms. She'd weep quietly as she is informed of his passing, the baby clinging to a small stuffed animal shaped like a whale. Her king was gone, her husband and the father of their child.

 

"He will be avenged, my son. I will taste their blood myself, and honor your father's legend."

[Thatpyrodude 2008]

9 minutes ago, Nazdus said:

{{mad respect for PKing lord knows Pyro is too scared

((What mate

[Pando_ 446]

10 minutes ago, Nazdus said:

{{mad respect for PKing lord knows Pyro is too scared

 

"This means nothing." Rorry remarks

[Pancakehz 2279]

Gror Ireheart watches from behind a bush in front of Johannesburg. He watches as the Grand King is dragged through the mud, his royal clothes being grossly defiled by the Orenian dogs. Gror rises from behind the bush, he approaches the gate as if to sneak in but is quickly shut out. Desperate to find another way in, he makes his way to the rear of the palace in time to hear Algoda's final words, "This changes nothing." the Dwed hears. Gror listens intently to the following silence until it is interrupted by a thud, followed by screaming. Algoda's cries of agony were like nails across a chalkboard to Gror. He falls against the wall, his hand on his chest as he listens to the thuds smash against Algoda's person until they cease. All the while, the screams echoing in his head.

[sullincollivan 141]

Erik would sit in his home, tirelessly enchanting an assortment of armanents forged by his honorable Jarl Baldur. Until, all a sudden, the noise of a door being breeched and a sharp shriek rang out through Ostermark's night haze.  Erik, without taking a moment to equip himself with armor, rushed outside immediately dawning his axe. But, upon seeing the stump of a man that was the Grand King of Urguan quivering at the feet of Jarl Baldur, Erik re-sheathed his weapon and exclaimed "So this is our enemy then?  Sniveling about in our lands and sotomizing our women? I say no more!" Upon this, Erik fell silent, doing only as the Jarl instructed throughout the rest of the following events

[Bobby123 115]

Sighs, hearing about his friends death "Oren whe' always weak, pry'in on ah meh when he 'es on 'es own. Day nev'a could fight an even battle." Sharr turns away, back to his work with a solemn face, he mutters "Dis changes' nuttin"

 

 

 

 

[Kardel 1054]

"What is more of a shame: the fact that this coalition is seemingly lead by complete idiots who would march into enemy territory without guard and compromise their cause, or the fact that the "great" Imperium of Oren shall be fragmented by such idiots?" quips Kardel saucily from his hidden perch in Khaz'Ardol.