Wolfs Howl

[Wulfery 832]

 

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Wolfs Howl

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Broken mind, broken body, broken hope. Single soul that suffered much, and lost all. Yet in all of that, hatred burns deep and burns eternally. So many have fallen, their last dying wish unanswered. This day we return, we take our axe and march onward for we have sworn and Skarpefanger always keep their promise. Vows made in Ash, Heil’ja buati ir aska.

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With hands gripping Ulfrikr, the great heirloom of Skarpefanger clan tightly, he was merely a shadow of his former self. Having lost all, returning into wilderness, giving up all of his fate to gods hands, he had no regrets. All that gods have brought down upon him had broken who he was, and with it, his aspiration to fit shoes that his grandfather left behind. With no family, having lost his wife and two unborn children, leaving behind his only son who gods only know what is doing now.

 

But Skarpefanger always keeps his word.

 

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Observing walls of the town he had lived in for so long, his jaw clenched. So many painful memories. So many things that will feel forever empty. Family that he had left. Promises that were made, and never met their end. Yet he had to do it. He promised, and so he will return again, how he returned first time. Despite years passing so relentlessly, he is still alive and willing to quench blade of his axe in blood of Curonian enemies. Hopefully for the last time.

With short prayer, slowly unstrapping leather from his forearms, his gaze went up to skies. So many thoughts rushing through his mind, yet not a single bit of doubt. Always be certain in what you wish to do. Always push onward in your path with no fear, for it has been foretold already long ago, and nothing will change it. And this day, he will bend and break all the steel that will try to stop him, until his last dying breath.

 

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So hear all of you, as here returns the Great Wolf of Curon. First Yagar of Gorundyr, Third Yfmidar of Skarpefanger clan, son of Dainn, grandson of Wulffrey “Drakeslayer”, Kingsmith, no one else but Friggr “The Broken” Skarpefanger. Whether to see his last battle, or once more walk away victorious on pile of corpses? Time will tell. But know, that blood will be shed.

Sons and daughters of Gorund. Those who are true to their path and culture. I call upon you to join under banner of Skarpefanger again, to once and for all settle grudge with those who caused The Great Slaughter of our kin. Break them, the same way they broke us. Make Haense pay in blood.

 

[Blanchables 528]

Graham smiles fondly as the Friggr reappears, nodding his head in approval. “Men and their oaths...it’ll be the death of us both.” He’d chuckle, returning to barking out orders.

[PosidonX7 269]

Somewhere, she still wandered in those harsh snows....lost, and broken from her people’s destruction.

[Inferno_Ougi 1454]

Glottgut'Raguk grins from Stargush'Stroh, knowing that blood will flow.

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Hannibal rubbed his chin. "More pagans? Ah, well. I was hoping this war would last longer, but now the odds of Haense winning are nigh impossible"

[Vindicant 642]

“They’ll finally pay.” remarks a red man far away from the human realms because icky human rp.

[KosherZombie 1772]

Wilhelm smiles in the seven skies. Puff puff pass.

 

Arty welcomes the famed warrior back home, smiling as the pagan forces file in.

[Legoboy7984 3155]

Ser Henrik Ludovar hears upon the news of this as he’d take a sip from his mug giving a shrug showing he doesn’t care.

[blago 1602]

“Uhhh uhhh, didn’t Renatus also kill you?” a circus freak would drool out

[Tigergiri 3073]

Lotte hears upon the news, a soft smile on her lips about his return, before being snapped into realtiy.. “If an axes goes through my head at least i know from where. The one person i trust to kill me with honour.” she whisper to her blade.