In Memory of Fallen Wolves

[Wulfery 832]

 

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In Memory of Fallen Wolves

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Decades have passed. Old quarrels have been forgotten by many, wounds long ago healed and now are just a grim reminder of past in form of scars. Hundreds of souls that had met their end in most worthy way… and many more that had been slaughtered out of hatred, sheer sadism, senseless frenzy. Elder. Women. Children. All alike. Burnt, put on crosses, slaughtered on streets. The great genocide of Gorundyr kin.

 

But those who caused it, now payed in blood.

And more blood is to come.

We remembered.

Fear howling of wolves, for we are coming.

 

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As armies have prepared for the fight, great might of Renatus, Curon, Norland, Courland, Haelun’or, Krugmar, and remaining of the allied units, one might have realised how grand this alliance truly was. Camp that seemed never to end, wherever you looked more of tents filled with soldiers of various race, culture, gender.

Amongst all this cluster, remaining five hundred of Gorundyr under Skarpefanger banner had finished their prayers and offering to  gods. Their reason to fight was deeply rooted in them. All know of the rebellion. All remember sins that had to be redeemed.

Their undoubted loyalty, strict rules, path that was chosen to repent for what had happened. All remember how it began, when those who Gorundyr kin called “liege” decided to bring down their blade with no warning or talk, onto the village  causing everything to spiral into war. All remember genocide that came after, even when weapons have been put down, last of the warriors slaughtered, and only harmless remained. And all remember the joy of Haensemen as they were burning those people, killing children, showing no mercy.

 

This was their chance for revenge. So they grabbed swords, axes, spears. Prepared for slaughter that was soon to come. For they vowed, that one day butchers will pay.

“Vows made in Ash.”

 

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Standing amidst of battlefield, Friggr was panting heavily. Ulfrikr, battleaxe, heirloom of Skarpefanger clan in his hand covered with blood that was dripping onto corpse of his enemy. Still shaking from adrenaline rush, he felt connected to gods and ancestors. Feeling no fear mid fight, for his wife was awaiting him in great halls of Halvengr. And yet, he was not destined to die here. Gods have different plans for him as it seems.  He is yet to see his beloved family again.

 

- Friggr. - Delvins voice had caused him to snap out. Gorundyrman looked at his uncle who same as himself seemed to have slaughtered Haensemen in great numbers. - Yer grandfather would be proud. All those who ‘ave been killed now can feel pride in Halvengr, as we ‘ave avenged them.

Friggr offered in return but a brief nod, lowering his axe to the ground. He had returned only because he swore. And Skarpefanger do not break their word. Even if death is to come, they will repay all that Curon had done for them. Even if they had done so already many times, it never feels like enough. Not until Friggrs last breath.

With his brethren standing next to him, sight before people of Gorundyr kin, for many of hearthlanders would only bring words as “cruel, gruesome, unnecessary” spread far and wide. But for children of Gorund, only one word befitted it. Just. And soon more justice will be done.

 

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Those who care enough to listen. Those who are affected by things that had happened decades ago as well as in recent days. Hear my words. Words of Yagar, High Chieftain of Gorundyr people. Words of Friggr Skarpefanger, third Yfmidar of Skarpefanger clan. Words of a child who saw his home burn to the ground.

 

I shed blood of Haensemen with joy.

 

Those who swore to be loyal, those who always spat on others that dared to show doubt, trying to be a role model for all vassals of Empire, now lay dead in ponds made from their own bloody. Because even most loyal of them was blinded by ambition. Seeking with madness to claim title of Emperor, to become free of oaths that they had placed long ago, time after time.

Those who always tried to be saints amongst common men, devoted to church, always ready to protect it, now will burn in hell. Because even most righteous of men is blinded by greed, ready to turn faith which was meant to bring peace and hope, into a weapon and use it against enemies of their country, even if they are of the same belief.

 

I will shed blood of Haensemen with joy again.

 

For I am Friggr Skarpefanger, son of Dainn, first Yagar of Gorundyr, Third Yfmidar of Skarpefanger clan.

We swore, and Skarpefanger do not break their word.

Vows made in Ash.

Ave Curon.

 

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[rukio 8924]

Ingrid wipes at her eye with a finger. “Edgy.” she says aloud.

[Auriel_ 652]

(now don’t let ethots ruin gorundyr again)

 

Auriel breathes as he remembers fondly these axe-wielding berserkers.

[CaptainHaense 1154]

Captain Haense would stare blankly at the missive for a moment, blinking, before retorting “Any nation with a title called a ‘Yagar’  or ‘Yfmidar’ are wack, they need a good title, like a Captain” He’d nod to himself, satisfied

[osumanduas 1442]

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