March of Wolves

[Wulfery 832]

March of wolves

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    Treading through snow drifts, kin of Gorundyr knows well how defeat tastes. Not the first they have had to run, nor the last time they will have to do so again. But even in the worst war, few have survived and marched onward. This time by bears side, as they were taken in, despite all the history that happened between them. 

 Putting pride aside, wolf has bowed down before mightier foe, accepting the harsh punishment that had befallen at first. And by that, foe turned to ally, and ally to guardian, protecting weakened and standing up for those who were of right heart and mind.

 But many of the pack who refused it have met more cruel fate. Many of those who had big dreams in past, now were dead, either feasting in Halvengr or marching in Ankous Legion. Lost in the snow, or suffering due to loneliness in the wilderness. For pride has been the worst in all that happened - sense of strength that was in reality far weaker than expected, and light that had been taken for a distant hearthfire, instead being merely a match that had been put out fast. Pride that brought doom on legacy in creation, pride that few had warned about in past. But no one listened.

 Wolfpack was no longer what it had a chance to turn into. But patriotism shows itself not in will to die for your home, but in will to preserve culture and save lives of your kin.

 

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    Feasthall was silent. If not for blazing fire from forge, one could think it was completely abandoned. Sitting on the main chair, slouching and resting his head upon raised left fist, pale and drained figure would seem almost like a ghost. With black hair and thick beard contrasting to his skin tone, one could think he was just another victim of blizzard, oddly enough frozen in such a warm place.

- Brodir. - Silence from the hall would be pierced by strong voice, coming from a figure that entered through the open gate. Now approaching the table, it would become clear that the two were twins. - Time ‘as come. I thin’ it will be best tha’ ye get prepared. Ursus waits.
 Those words were not something he wished to hear. Mostly, because it meant that yet another of his homes shall be burned to the ground, and all that he grew up with, will turn into ash. 
 Slowly standing up from his seat, he would tower now over woman in front of him. With fine bodybuild, years spent on smithing and fighting would be showing. Despite bags under his eyes, pale, almost sickly skin tone, he would seem to be far from a frail or prone to illness person.
 - Aye. Prepare ye’self too sitja. Blo’ the horn. Those o’ us who stand ‘s kin ‘ave to be there together. - And with those words, man marched down the hall, grabbing his wolf furs, gorundyr bearded axe and round shield. Placing furs over his arms, axe behind belt and shield on back, now he seemed prepared. - Rahdonir, brin’ me yer strength. I ‘ad done that many times in past, now be time I do it again. Cleanse ‘n purge this world o’ the undead ‘n corrupted scum. Legion awaits, ‘n those who ran from it shall be dragged back there.

 And with those words, he would stop in the gate that was almost always open to whoever was seeking warmth and safety from everlasting blizzard. Turning his head back, he would give one last quick look on the dark room. Despite how much it reminded him of what they have had lost, it also was a place where they had reunited. Place in which he had met unexpected allies, and was defended by same people who before killed many of his brethren. Place in which he put his full trust and loyalty, expecting swift death, and yet, in return being granted home. Time has come that they venture. Curon was about to march, and Skarpefangers never break a promise. Friggr had promised to keep Curon and royal family safe, and he shall uphold it to the last day of his life. Same as his grandfather Wulffrey did.

 

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    Watching town in front of him, Friggr was not showing any emotions. Calm gaze, proper stance, appearance that was meant to demand respect from those who were serving under him.
 Hundreds and thousands of citizens ready on the boats. Navy in full might, proving itself to be bigger in numbers than any other in world, no doubt. And Ursus - barely a handful of what it was long ago. How oddly befitting for Friggr to be right hand of its leader. One tragedy brings another, once could assume.
 Horn that had been blown be that already hours ago had brought in the wolfpack. No longer were Gorundyr split into clans, no longer were they fighting for position. Now it was clear and blunt, Gorundyr as kin were one, and only one man shall hold all titles in this world that give him right to it. No longer will they divide, no longer will they do as they please with no one to stop them. Now Orvar and Skarpefanger stood together, arm to arm, and all of them watching Friggr. Those that survived the war and what came after it. Handful, and yet more than young Skarpefanger could have ever expected.

 - We stand united. We fight ‘s one, ‘n serve only one. Loyal to Curon. Do nei forget ‘bout what they did for us. Do nei let ye pride blind yer actions. - With strong voice he spoke. Looking at his brothers and sisters, seeing Freya and Saoirse, witnessing even some who were meant to be long dead. - We fight so our pack may survive. To bring honor on our ancestors and redeem evil that we did to this world. No longer plagued by demons or undead, no longer turning blind on what happens around us. In service to Rahdonir, we shall cleanse once more this land and all that is south. - Bringing his axe out, he would point in direction where Last Hope was. Each breath taken making his heart beat faster. - We will avenge our brethren who died in war with undead! We as Gorundyr shall stand first in line and clear path for those who deserve to live another day in peace! REMEMBER MY KIN! VOWS MADE IN ASH! FOR WE FLY HIGH TODAY, AND FLY FAR! - With thunderous voice, he would bring his axe up in the air, letting out a wild roar. Eyes of Curonians turned to the group for few moment, as after him went more and more of Gorundyr, announcing far and wide that war has come once more.
 Now it was up to those who are still alive to cleanse the world. For those who can fight to find new home for those who no longer are able to bring blade up. As Gorundyr and as warrior of Ursus. As loyal vassal to Curon, in debt to their mercy. 

 

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    Despite defeat, loss of many and broken morale, main part of the target has been achieved. Ursus and Navy had bought enough time for citizens to finish evacuation of time. And as armies were returning, boats were ready, so no more lives had to be taken by what Vaeyl had brought. Each life lost at fields of battle will be mourned, no one shall be forgotten, even if only a nameless figure. Once again the sea called for descendents, and the call has been answered, as yet again it was time to seek new home.

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    And now here I stand. Friggr Skarpefanger, third Yfmidar of Skarpefanger clan, son of Dainn, Rahdonirs son. Smith, warrior of Ursus, loyal to Curon and its king. One who had witnessed great war, saw my kin slaughtered by Empire. One who now stands in defense of the same Empire, and serves under it. Call me traitor or coward, brothers and sisters who are scattered across the world, but I have no regrets, nor doubts. Ancestors shall watch over me, as I stand to reunite our brethren, and cut once and for all any ambitions that had led to our demise in first place.

 Thy’ who travels through wastelands lost and in fear, rejoin under my banner, and serve for greater good of our kin. Join to aid in forging better fate for Curon, same way how they protected the last few of us who survived the war. Seek your brothers and sisters, so we may once more be present in this world.

 

 So hear me world as I say that.

 I, Friggr Skarpefanger, claim the title of High Chieftain - Yagar of Gorundyr. No longer shall this culture have no representative, no longer shall it relay on clans that fight over power or position. With this title, I set my target, to unite all remaining sons and daughter of Gorundyr and lead them to better fate.

 I renounce all ties that our culture ever had with Faroes, proving many times that both undead and demons are foes of my kin.

 Furthermore, I swear loyalty to Kingdom of Curon, as well as loyalty to Empire of Man. With hope to redeem sins and evil that our kin brought to the world two decades ago.

 Lastly, I promise to serve in Ursus for years to come, until my body won’t be able to bring my axe back up. To restore its greatness, and to ensure that it will be a pillar on which Kingdom of Curon can support itself. 

[Venym Nyx 87]

« ᛍᛚᚪᚾ ᚮᚱᚡᚪᚱ »

 

 

« Fleyja Sevlla, Fleyja Fjarri. »

 

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Unae huksa faer ro heimskur til gera slik en vetna, Brodir; vit unae einnig skilja faeryd thurf na desire til gera fit. Unae villi aldrig beygja fe aukja til fe keisaradaemi, vit unae villi avalt stol fyrirutan faer ir sveit faer gera laeta ert kyn. Ef thaeti er sveit faer trutu er beztr laeta ert fyrdar, tjal unae et behind faer. 
 
Vit vita thaeta ef thaeti gerir aptr eldur, unae efni fit er ull onae til stingur uppi sveit piece'ja thaeta unae kan. 
Sem vig Orvar, fit er minn faeding rettr til velja fit aptr uppi. Unae gera ki vijane til, svo instead unae villi hjalp faer talr aptr sveit vi hafdi, na meir.

 

 

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~ ᛜᛡᛜᛡᛜ ~

Ungur Hundur’de – Saoirse Ungur Ravja af Orvar

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Translation:

I think you are stupid to do such a thing, brother; but I also understand your need and desire to do it. I will never bend the knee to the empire, but I will always stand beside you in what you do for our kind. If this is what you believe is best for our people, then I am behind you.  
 
But know that if this does back fire, I feel it is upon me to pick up what pieces that I can.

As an Orvar, it is my birth right to pick it back up. I do not want to, so instead I will help you take back what we had, and more.

[Vindicant 642]

“When the horn calls, we will all answer. Imperial or Rebel, it matters not when the greater comes into play.” remarks a blind demon man who long since withdrew from the politics of the realm, briefly pawing at the Golden Sun upon his tabard.

[Slothtastic 761]

“They took our home. I will not listen to the Imperials, nor will I listen to a traitor.” Asbjorn remarked. 

[Tide1 4535]

ᛃ ᛊᚫᚷᚫ ᚫ ᚢᛚᚠᚠ ᛃ

~Grey hairs~

May not want to believe, but everything grows old. Blood grows old, and hair grows. Of admit we must, lest be caught with inability to fight back. Do not carry the weight alone the whole journey, for fight awaits at the end – a fight one shall not miss. Old blood is not as strong as new. Old blood is old. Hair is grey, time to pass the axe.

Accept the old blood.

 

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Dainn Skarpefanger peered through the cracks of the old wooden door whence the roaring outside came upon the log cabin. The wind hit the walls with a loud and thunderous crash that shook the snow littered earth. The leave is soon to come my boy.

The leave is upon us and you shall lead like I once did. But take an old man’s advice boy. Beware the folly of your father. 

The man sat down with his old knife in hand, the steel tinted red by the iquor once spilt with it’s edge.

Friggr.

Temptation and uncertainty.

Beware the folly of your father. Be better than him. 

Or be worse shall you desire but bring forth pain upon yourself and your people.

Grey hairs turn feathers quick. Loose, grey, hairs.

 

ᛜðᛜ

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ᛃ ᛊᚫᚷᚫ ᚫ ᚢᛚᚠᚠ ᛃ

 

Dain Skarpefanger

[!] The signing would appear to be smudged away, crossed over, and ripped by the parchment’s corner. Unrecognizable.

[StarGazzer 287]

 Many thoughts clouded her mind , Although she continued to tie loose ends in the feast hall. Packing bags,and saying goodbye to her home once more. As she followed her brother footsteps in the snow, and with each step she recalls her life in seclusion. often feeling like a vermin, scavagening, and surviving by any means she could. Many cold nights she would dream about a day her people could live they had use too, but she that those dreams were only dreams. she had almost given up, to die out in the cold, and to be lost underneath the snow, but she remembered the promise she made to her brother, and too herself . "Never give up, never back down, stay strong, stay proud" these words echoed in her mind , and drove her to leave the wasteland.  She arrived to her family, and was welcomed with arms open wide, and clear mind. al the feelings of love, and self worth would rush to her like a flowing river. So now as she walks, she walks with hope.  A New wolf was born that day

[Papa Rock 2400]

  

       Hakon sat in the back of the crowd as Friggr stood up to speak, his head raised while ears listening. “I will fight only for you and our blood, not the empire. ONLY alongside you like I once did with your grandfather... My brother.” He huffed curling his hand into a fist, raising it into the air before slamming it down onto his chest. Hakon stood up from his seat inhaling deeply ”But that day will only come once I have served my purpose and completed my one objective as Rahdonir’s pack, I will pick up my staff and wield my flames beside you as my four limbs replace themselves with wide wings of fire rising from the ashes returning to my former self.” His neck begins to tense as he spoke while his chest slightly raises ”When the box within my heart breaks open revealing my old name and when the wolf of Rahdonir dies as a bird raises it’s self from its corpse setting ablaze and with all the weight lifting off its shoulders the wings will flap raising itself from the ground and reaching the skies with its freedom...” Hakon sighed pausing for a moment allowing his fist to drop back down to his side. ”On that day is when I will carry the Skarpefanger’s symbol onto the battlefield for I will fight beside you until our final breath.” He sat back down breathing for a moment before muttering his words into the wind ”Vows made in ash.”