The Black Prince of Johan

[Malgonious 2758]

 

 

 

 

Adalwulf Horen found himself surrounded in the blizzard that had enveloped the ruins of the heartland of Johan..  on this particular day upon the snowfields however.. A fur-cloaked soldier along with a sparse assembly of bannermen with him, slowly began to approach the the rocky ruin of humanity.

 

“Missur, how much further must we heft into dis’ wastelan’?  O’im not too fond of the cold!”  A servant would bark, hefting many quivers of arrows over his shoulders.  “Raheem!  Stop yer whinin’ and git movin!”  William would shout over the few men separating them in the assembly.  “Buh ees cold!  O’im real sore, my toes.. They ache with this weird blue snow.. Ees pretteh ‘ard too..”  

 

Adalwulf would slowly turn to his men, raising his hand for them to stop behind him.. He would continue walking.

 

 

“I tell you this, not to frighten you all.. Nor to discourage.  But you may turn around if you wish.  I know not how much further I must tread.. But I am resolved.  Where I go.. is further.  Into the heart of this cold hell..  I intend to see what was left behind of my people.. What they fought and fell for.. That is my path forward into this pain and agony..”

 

Adalwulf would continue, walking further into the blizzard.  His entire bannerforce followed suit, not a soul turned back around to leave their leader behind.  And so.. They tread on.

 

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Adalwulf slowly approached the crater of Johannesburg.. He could feel the thanium-dust in the air begin to thicken, his breath becoming short and brief..The fall of his father’s empire.. His passion, hopes and dreams all lied in the hole that appeared to open and expand evermore into his visage.

 

“Men.. hold.” the young leader would bark with a concern upon his tone.

 

Adalwulf would slowly walk further, the crater below would be described as follows

 

“A pit of what was lost, what could have been, and what will never be.”

 

 

Black Legion and coalition forces seconds after the thanium explosion of Johannesburg

 

The fallen of the Fifth Empire of Oren lay beneath the crater.. The surrounding Black Legion had encircled the city as the barrage of dwarven artillery shells began to rock the city and landscape already into a wasteland.  The blackened armor of those defenders, along with coalition armed berserkers, legionnaires, and courlandic infantrymen would be seen beneath the iced crater-side, their ruination etched into the icy block of solid thanium frozen into the rock and soil.  Crumbled stonework and decayed palisade would dot the thanium-drift, blown heavily around the crater of what would then appear in the visage to be the heart of the fallen empire, the Capital of Johannesburg.  The redbrick had stained a deep-blue.. Their scattering about the landscape would be ever-evident, along with massive amount of scorched stones and cobbles.  Black and purple would be evidently a strong color, as the frayed wool would sometimes appear strong, perhaps to the banners below that were incinerated in the frozen air.

 

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Adalwulf began to slow his pace, feeling his knee fall and slowly touch to the ground.  The dulled violet cape that he had dawned wrapped around his figure, cradling him as his arm began to sift through the snowdrift, pressing the thanium dust aside to reveal the permafrost that had overtaken the grasses below.. Scorched and burned were the small green speckles beneath the icy block.  Adalwulf closed his eyes, taking up a small pinch of the dust into his hands, and letting it fall back down the earth.  He slowly raised his knee once more, his figure outstretched and observant of what was before him..

 

“The past of my people.. My past.  All these stories of heroism, of bravery.. Those who stood firm to their final breath.  They lie before me, before us..” he would turn to the small collective behind him, a look of determination upon his face.  "I can’t let their sacrifice be for nothing.. I owe this to them.. To my father."

 

His hands would grip around his cloak, tearing it from his shoulders, tying it to a scorched fencepost nearby, letting it wave in the frozen winds that whipped the crater.

 

“I pledge this to you, my people.. Father!  This does not end with you.”

 

The few men that weren't busy shivering in the cold, and coughing gave a half-hearted cheer to their commander.  The enclave of soldiers and their aspirant leader would be seen leaving the blast site..

 

The dulled violet cape slowly blew in the wind, the sigil on the front being that of the Black Legion.. of renewed hope for a brighter day to come for the descendants of Horen. 

[Anisgar 585]

William the Dread marches with the Black Prince of Johan to seek their destiny.

[HurferDurfer1 2979]

Coltaines feels a chill wind from the east.

[Freischarler 421]

"Adalwulf is not a horen." Magnus says

[rukio 8924]

Elle cringes upon seeing people go to jberg. "You are going die..." she mutters, looking at the frozen wasteland. "All-Father guide you." She's then turns, heading away from the Norlandic people with her bow in hand. 

[OzYmandi 647]

7 minutes ago, cuckio said:

Elle cringes upon seeing people go to jberg. "You are going die..." she mutters, looking at the frozen wasteland. "All-Father guide you." She's then turns, heading away from the Norlandic people with her bow in hand. 

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"The thahnium there is as inefective as your brain." Says Raphaël.

[rukio 8924]

3 hours ago, Brazilianski said:

"The thahnium there is as inefective as your brain." Says Raphaël.

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Ten year old Elle Noctuid looks the stranger up and down. "Not heard you come up. Where'd come from?" She says, lips upturned and eyes crinkled in an annoyed way. 

[Legoboy7984 3155]

"Adalwulf isn't a Horen though." Joren would state

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