Last Howl [PK]

[Wulfery 832]

 

Spoiler

 

Last Howl

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It felt as if only yesterday they stood together, side by side in that massive groove. Holding hands, as they swore to each other their eternal love, care and protection. Friggr remembered nearly everything that had happened, but as the years passed, as two decades ran through, he found himself not not able to recollect any details. Her face only a blurr, words that he could even now repeat with deadly precision, seemingly lacked any strong emotions. Clearly not the same way, how it was on that day.

 

 

 

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Feeling how axe handle was perfectly fitting his hands, he had no fear. Finally, a chance to redeem himself. To prove, that this time he will be there, and won’t let his word given go to waste. With another loud roar, Friggr pushed forward to land a gruesome strike, which clearly connected, as orc tried to stop it with her bare hand. Splash of blood, cracking of bone, something he felt so many times in his lifetime. Something that had been a part of him, as so many souls have left this world because of him - both alive, and undead.

Suddenly snapping out of his thought process, gorundyrman noticed massive dagger going to strike his throat. Pulling up his left hand, he would use his own forearm to block it, hoping that chainmail will withstand it - but oh how he was mistaken.  Warm blood began to pour, his own bone clearly suffering a major crack. Yet, that felt right. Proper. He wasn’t afraid anymore, so even in that situation, why would he care about half-measures? He wished only to best his opponent. Give it all he has, no matter what. Find someone who will be worthy enough to bring him further.

 

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That dreadful feeling, when he returned. That was merely a short mission. Three Mimirs days. How could it have happened? By all gods, why? It didn’t make any sense. Being greeted with a letter that was placed atop of table in his hall. And absence of his wife - despite their promise, that they shall greet each other at the gates of Curon. It all felt surreal at this time.

And of course, once his hands broke apart wax seal, he didn’t need to read into it. Few words were enough to make him feel, how suddenly all seemed to lose its sense. How the weight of the world once more fell on his arms - reminding him of Arberrang. As if he was once again looking behind him, as town was burning, accompanied by begging screams of those, who were soon to be butchered.

Unable to comprehend what was even happening, with his mind completely lots, his legs began to lead him forward. Holding Ulfrikr in his hand firmly, soon, he found himself far away from Curonian walls. With uncontrollable hatred, anger that was spilling from within his soul, as Rahdonir seemed to gift him far more, than ever before. A worthy sacrifice was provided. Two souls - one of his wife, and one of his unborn children. Sufficient to bring him how much anger he only desired.

 

 

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With his hand cut open, now his hand was being slowly crushed. Orcish grip that felt as if steel clamp was forcing itself from both sides. But it was not meant to be over yet. No, it just couldn’t end like that. He still had blood inside his veins, still had rage that wouldn’t let go. Breaking free his axe, he would push himself off from his opponent, by placing both legs against her chest and forcing off his own body. But as they disconnected from one another, with ground meeting him once more, it became clear to him.

He might have not lost, but his time in this world was long due. Fate that gods forced to continue on, finally will be cut free. Once more able to take Danielle into his arms, feel how it felt to be at peace with himself. To once more have family by his side. The same family that he had left behind a decade ago. His adopted daughter, his uncle, sister… his own son. Truly. The best fatherly figure one could have. Never present. But… soon they will all unite again.

 

With screams and panicked voices around, Friggr would open his eyes to realise that he is within a curonian clinic. Hmh. Wouldn’t be useful anymore to him no matter what. But as he looked down, he noticed the same orcish girl that he fought. Extending his hand to her, Friggr waited until she would grab it. Once she did, and marched closer to him, a weak smile came to his face.

- Thank ye… for… bringin me… ta’ me wife… - Ah. Yes. The same race that took her away from him, now offered him to see her again. A good joke made by fate.

Last breath escaped his chest, his body finally relaxing. Hand that gripped Ulfrikr slowly opened up, and entire clinic went silent as heirloom of Skarpefanger clan struck wooden floor with a loud thud.

 

First Yagar of Gorundyr, Third Yfmidar of Skaprefanger, Grand Master of Curonian Royal Army, a Son, Brother, Husband, Father, Friggr “The Broken” Dainnsson finally met his end, joining his wife, father, grandfather, and hundreds of other Gorundyrmen in Halvengr.

 

[HurferDurfer1 2978]

“the best kind of Gorundyr is a dead one” smiles Ancientus Manus

[Thornz 549]

“Dirty Curonite

[Auriel_ 652]

"Now the only good ones past."

-some dirty elf

[Frosthander 44]

[!] A massive bell tolled somewhere.

 

[AnimeWolf0080 1509]

“Unae villi ungfru faer minn fahdon” was all that Ashley Cannell would say about the loss of a loved one