Feeding the Tree

[Narthok 10416]

 

Feeding the Tree

(Fair warning, this post contains death by hanging, if this is an issue for you please do not read further)

 

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Conall had struggled, Conall had fought, Conall had screamed, and Conall had died. The petty mountain bandit had betrayed his oath. Had spit upon the majesty of the Thorned Crown. His death had not been kind. There was no place for oath breakers, for traitors in the halls of the All Father. Those Hallowed halls were to be reserved for the brave, the bold, the honoured dead. This.. offal was not welcome among their ranks. Yet he would serve a purpose, even in dishonour even in death. The Grand Ash Tree, growing defiantly in the midst of the bustle of Ruriksgrad, it appeared, peckish.

 

Conall wept as he was marched towards the tree, a fresh noose waiting for him. Its freshly woven twine being clapsed by the gauntlets of a man bearer a crown of shattered wood and thorns. There was justice to be done, and it would be carried out by the highest authority in the Kingdom. Even in his disgrace this foul scum of a man was to be graced with a death at the King’s hands. Those about gazed on silently, refusing meet the eyes of the shamed man, as he cast furtive glances about the procession.

 

Tears streamed from Conall’s eyes as he was wracked with silent sobbing, a gag muffling the gasp and cries of a dead man walk. Taking a grand horn, Jory blew deeply blasting the city with a deep sombre tone before the capital fell to silence. Death had come to Norland, and it was to be greeted with silence. The rope was placed around his neck, and the gathered Ashguard heaved on the opposite end, tugging the man into the heights of the tree as the twine bit into the flesh of his neck. Conall kicked feebly, urine staining his breeches before he finally went limp. The air in his lungs spent rather than his spine snapping.

 

With the death of the traitor life returned to Ruriksgrad, folks resumed their business and the bustle of the Norlandic peoples struk back with a vengeance. Folks living their lives with extra vitality having been reminded of death. With the seditious rebel hung Jory placed his lips to the horn once more, blasting another tone across the southern marches. The banners were called, they had a keep to burn.

[L0rdLawyer 2272]

'Dukes' shakes his head.

[rukio 8924]

Elle Noctuid sharpens her sword and gathers the fuel for her flames.

[Arhbi 181]

When news came to Thomas about the death of Conall MacGaradh he laughed joyously, having recalled the time where he had slain Connals bandit troop that was encroaching on Dominion territory and preying on the feeble. "What fools these people are. Do they truly believe that their rag-tag forces can plague the people of Atlas without punishment?"

[AGP 3169]

"Death to the bandits!" cries Constantine.