The Death of a Legend

[KeatonUnbeaten 1103]

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

"That was fun." -Gared's response to the Dwarven charge.

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The siege was brutal; protracted and savage and without end. That rickety rope bridge which connected rock and rolling field was one moment the possession of the greedy dwed, then next that of the stalwart, brave and never-faltering Norlandic people. How many corpses littered the bridge after the great assault that day would forever be in question; what would not is the fact that each bore the arms and tabard of the people of Urguan, fierce in their desire for conquest. Roaring cannon and screaming men were their heralds, savage - if not heroic- fighters and the ensuing, horrible fight were their coming. Gared ducked suddenly in the face of a stoneshot, the great thing whistling exaggeratedly far over his head as if to signal his cowardice. It went far over the castle, and made a great spectacle of showering water over the amphibious dwed assault. They were advancing, dragging siege ladders from their rough-made boats and attempting to scale that titanic southern wall. They’d been scrambling about down there for hours, sometimes arguing and sometimes silently busying themselves about the entire scheme in hopes of finding a new method of assault.

 

Those new mercenaries, the Dunamites, had proven themselves worth the investment. When Gared had seen that lad - Luke, Gared believed his name was - go over the edge, those wings blowing about him, he’d thought he’d never see him again, except if the dwed had made a show of flaunting the captured dead. When the scent of wildfire and acrid smoke, and the sight of that man returning through it, had made its way to the camp, they had exploded with morale. Ale served plentifully and bread broken all around. The dwarves were much too focused on fighting the flames than continuing their already weakening assault and so the garrison took to celebration and festivities. The High King himself leaned from the balcony, Gared only steps away with notables of many a faction- names such as Revlis, DuFonte, Grimlee, Ruric - and began screaming jolly profanities down upon the dwarves. The name ‘Mythdort Frostbeard’ was thrown about more than a couple times. Their cannons, swift as lightning and merciless as the rain, fired once more; the volley struck time and time again and shook the very foundations of the fortress. The High King stumbled, his guards staggered about drunkenly and Gared? He had tumbled from the wall with the railing. Chunks of stone rained down heavy into the straits to explode in a frothy, bloody splash at the bottom. The legend had died.

 

A lone bird flew far and fast from the Krag’s walls to carry such news to the count’s heir, who was safely ensconced in the protection of his castle. But not for long.

[Pando_ 446]

"A shame" Edward would remark

[_Elrith_ 4525]

"Iron from Ice!" Shouts a proud Norlandic Man!

[Malgonious 2758]

 

Ser Hakon Ruric, his hair ever-graying, kneels beneath a freshly dug grave beneath the Ashtree.

 

"I will miss you dearly, old friend.  I hope you found peace in your resolve to my family's defense.  You went above and beyond the call-of-duty of your own volition... You laid down your life for what you believed in... You are a hero, Gared, my dear friend.  Hakon would feel his throat begin to swell, sadness overtaking him.  "You will never be forgotten."

 

Hakon would turn, his eyes heavy and weary.

 

 

[Crowbill 493]

"We shoulda put a fuken ball pit at dis camp cause dis was a shoite show" grumbles a dwarf, recovering from his wounds he gained AT THAT GOD DAMNED TUNNEL.

[Gavin_ 2027]

"Rest in peace." sighs Frederick Staunton-Baden, hearing about the death of the Courlandic loyalist.

[Cornivore 1292]

"A good man has died today, A great friend, may he rest in piece, he did his job fighting against the Dirty Dwed"Uther Grimlee says tearing up his friend dead

[Asylum. 87]

"You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become a villian" Ah'Silym pays respect.