rep2k 2477 Popular Post Share Posted May 28, 2020 (edited) ✞ My friend, death is the only thing that can stop me in this turbulent time, nothing more .. ✞ Rainy and gloomy weather covered the sky of Haense. Dirty water dripped on the roofs, water poured down the ground, making awful mud,looking as gross as the scyfling’s face. As few Haeseni soldiers made their way to Fort Buck, they felt the air change as they approached the thick woods. Disguised Björnolf, Ser Osvald and Ser Marcus came across a hunting party, with a very good catch, a big deer with a few rabbits.”Looks like we will eat well today, eh ?” Björnolf said with a faint smile, chuckling at pagans while watching at Osvald and Marcus, swinging their blades at the scyflings. They took the opportunity and killed all scyflings in the tent, took the catch and stepped in front of Fort Buck, with the sweat on their foreheads, being nervous and scared, being in front of the pagan guards. ☩ Björnolf’s last dying breath, painted from the painter’s point of view, holding Haeseni shield and waraxe ☩ The pagans were not gullible, so they could see very wisely that the three knights were lying. They could tell it by their body language and their story telling. Honestly, Ser Marcus left with the other part of the army before the event, leaving Björnolf and Ser Osvald alone. They were spotted in the action,caught in lying that they were cousins, so the two knights ran away to the woods “OSVALD, how could we niet predict this sh-- ?!” However, Ser Osvald was shot by scyfling archer in his poor wrist. Björnolf shot himself with rage and anger, his eyes would be constantly red and frowning. All these years, he had imagined meeting a pagan, but he had never encountered it this way. After some time, he successfully met with the rest of the team. Björnolf, Erwin, Manfred, Mio and Alaric studied a very narrow tunnel and then entered it, one by one, with a plan to detonate a bomb at Fort Buck, leaving the process of detonating to Ser Ivan. The weather was abnormally bad, the rain was making loud noises, the wind was blowing from all sides, and a small team of brave soldiers were in a narrow, cold tunnel, afraid of being attacked by a monstrous force, yet they were focused on the main task of that damn mission.. The moment of judgment came, and at that moment, they could only hear - BOOM! The bomb that Ser Ivan detonated successfully exploded inside the camp, killing the vast majority of scyflings,leaving their bodies to the judgement of God, or whatever the pagans were worshipping. Entering the dilapidated camp full of fire and smoke, the soldiers could see the dead, the living and also the burning guards sobbing and yelling for help. Alaric and Björnolf held together most of the time, their axes in their hands, sharp and ready to go through anyone's body. They passed a few scyflings, exchanging a few words with them.”Fu-- this sh--, this armour is niet what I am used to..” Björnolf stated, sighing as he goes through the heat. They seemed to disguise themselves well, but there came that big moment, the moment that decided whether or not the mission would succeed. Through the thick smoke, smog and soot that flew through the air, they could still find the watchtower, which was the only one that stood out in color from everything around them. Going inside, they could see Johann's unconscious body lying on the bed, and next to it, another scyfling, but woman. Björnolf felt a great hatred for her at first, but little by little, he realized that she didn't really want to slaughter that day either. He looked at her with cold eyes, and went to pick up Johann to get him out in time. However, Alaric was wiser and killed a horrible pagan. Everything was sweet, until they heard a loud knock on the door … Björnolf could hear a very dark and cruel voice outside, with a few other people around. No one but Bralt the Boar burst in the door, breaking the door with his axes.“Just fu----- leave ! Our bloody goal is to ensure that Johann is alive niet DEAD!” Björnolf yelled, full of anger, looking at the doors as the two were going up. Alaric and Johann got enough time to take the rope and go to the top of the tower, just because Björnolf wanted for them to leave. He knew that the only goal was to save Johann and nothing else! He didn't ask for help, he didn't give up, but that's why he got an answer to his courage and bravery.“So, it is ye ? Mighty Bralt, the fat boar” Björnolf chuckled, holding his axe in his right hand as he was looking at the big scyfling in front of him entering the tower.Bralt burst into the room, hit Björnolf with a spear directly in the stomach, causing him great pain and howls. It wasn't enough for him, so while Björnolf was defending himself, he took his axes and played with Bjornolf's body, making a miracle out of his stomach. Still, Björnolf found the strength to try to pull him by the leg to fall, but without luck, because there Bralt intercepted him and cut off his right arm. Great pain ensued, huge sobs and howls could be heard from the small room. All of a sudden, passing through the pain and thorns of the scyfling attacks, Ser Marcus successfuly spotted Björnolf going down the stairs, so he followed him.The stairs would lead to the underground bunkers which haeseni builders built in case scyflings try and go up the hill, coming from the sea, but sadly, the bunkers were used only to settle poor Björnolf on its ground. Seeing the dead body of his fellow knight, Ser Marcus let some tears go down his cheeks, but the sadness could not crush him as he immediately took the body of the knight and carried it up to the other soldiers.Good friendship could be seen in this very moment, as Ser Marcus carried the dead body all the way up, but as soon as they approached the gates, Ser Marcus decided to take things in his hands and revenge poor Björn by going to fight Bralt with other soldiers, letting Mio to carry the dead knight’s body all the way back to Haense. It looked kind of funny from a different angle of view, one big and strong warrior and so much crying and pain… How could someone not cry at that moment? How would anyone survive this anyway? There are many questions, but few answers … Many good memories went through Björnolf's head, many beautiful memories settled in his heart, a mountain of bad and good moments he lived through, but he also overcame them. Many people grew close to his heart and became one big family, which made him extremely happy after the loss of his real family. He visited many places, which also remained etched in his mind, with many people he met… “I am a father lads, A FATHER!” Björnolf shouted in front of his fellow soldiers, having a big smile on his face as he ran from the direction of hospital. He hugged everyone who was present, letting some tears go down his cheeks.. “Let’s go and raid Rubern, on me aye !!” he said, looking very drunk, holding the bottle of the wine and the axe in his other hand. He’d run towards the gates, laughing as he does so.. “Sensei, teach me how to handle the greataxe, will ye ?” he chuckled, looking at Ser Jonathan, holding his training axe that Jonathan gave him. This would be one of his best memories.. “Ubbe, remember this my son, be ruthless, do niet show ‘em that ye’re weak. Always push things harder, try to get the best outcome of everything..” he’d place his hands on Ubbe’s cheeks, placing his forehead on Ubbe’s forehead. He’d tell him the following sentence in quite calm voice, slowly and with no hesitation. “Boris, this axe is for ye, as ye showed yerself capable of handling the mighty weapon like this !” he chuckled, giving young lad an axe, as a gift for his courage and bravery “Great ! When we get rid of these scyflings, we will gather up on our mighty ship, make a plan and go for that bloody sword, am I clear !?” he looked at his crew, sitting in the tavern. Björnolf would have a big smile and he’d also chuckle while looking at them. Though, he didn’t know that he will never go on that trip... ☩ A few memories that went through Björn’s mind before he passed away ☩ And so ... another soul has gone on a long journey, on a journey to infinite light, which - as many say - should take that soul to the better place. Björnolf had something to live for - children, wife, many friends and full days of everything that made his life very, very beautiful. He didn't show much emotion, which could be seen on his doomsday - not a tear was shed, not a single sad face showed, only pure courage and insolence.. Another crow flew high into the sky, spreading its wings wide and defiant, with the aim of finding peace and composure in, perhaps, a new, wonderful world. Never forget and always remember… “People fear death even more than pain. It’s strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend...” Ser Björnolf “The Viking” Stjörn 1727 - 1769 Edited August 2, 2020 by repl1ca 47 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Porkgasm 266 Share Posted May 28, 2020 Cardinal Wilhelm prayers for the soul of this brave, noble warrior. He is surely deserving of a place in the Skies. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Twandhi 384 Share Posted May 28, 2020 "Why do we always lose the good ones" Ivan would say. "He is at peace now, I hope that he's happy and looks down on us with a smile" 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MissToni 3487 Share Posted May 28, 2020 Karolina opened her arms and welcomed the man into the seven skies. Her usual cheery grin could be seen. "It's a pity they lost such a great fighter as you, but now you can finally rest!" 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
NotCube 48 Share Posted May 28, 2020 (edited) “The goddamned Scyflings will pay for this..” Daniel would raise up a glass to toast for his fallen comrade. Edited May 28, 2020 by NotCube 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harald 2465 Share Posted May 28, 2020 Johan would just have finished writing up the speech that was planned to be held at the next gathering for the Holy Knights, as he signed the papers looking over the names of his list he would smile thinking of all the memories he treasured in his heart. Looking over at Bjornolf’s name he’d get a wide smile thinking of all they had been through and all they had done, the time they went and raided Rubern, the days of his wedding where Bjorn was his closest friend, the coronation of Bjorn to be a Holy Knight under the Church, when Bjorn first met his children after many hours of intense waiting for the them to be born. and last but not least when they carried Harald to his last resting place. As he put down his feather pen, he’d smile saying to himself “Many good memories, and more is to come Brother.” he’d then start walking down to Bjorns home to ask him to join him and Ivar on a hunting trip, but when the no one opened the door he became worried. Johan would run to the stables jumping on his horse and ride to Haense. While riding to the city a Eagle would come and land on his shoulder with a letter telling him of Bjorns demise, with tears starting to form from his eyes he would let out a massive shout that could be heard all the way to Haense, as well as the Palatine State. he’d throw a knife into a tree standing by as he started galloping twords where Bjorn’s body was, as he needed to see this with his own eyes. Entering the room where Bjorns lifeless body was the large man would wall to his knees next to his body grasping Bjorns hands “Brother, how could your life end so sudden? what am i to tell the others? and what am i to do without your help?” Johan would sit there for a long while before placing a golden cross in Bjorns hands signing the Lorraine. “You rest now brother, with all we have lost and loved. and give the old man my a word for me eh?” he’d smile looking over at Bjorn knowing he would now rest in the Seven skies with his father. “for the last time, GODspeed brother, may GOD welcome you with open arms to the seven skies where we shall meet again” Upon his return to the Palatine State, Johan would return to the keep where he would hang up a painting he had gotten made for Bjorn 40th birthday, the painting would be of the two during Bjorns coronation and would hang inside the keep upon entering. “Forever and always brother” 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Coolcod77 586 Share Posted May 28, 2020 Ser Robin Kartyr slammed his fist against the table as he heard the news. “He died too soon..” Robin then let out a hefty sigh, remembering meeting Bjornolf upon his recruitment into the Brotherhood of St Karl almost two decades ago. Manfred Barclay gripped the wound on his shoulder, letting out a pained sigh as he glanced upon the woods surrounding Fort buck. “Your sacrifice wasn’t in vain.” Manfred said, the guilt of not being able to save Bjornolf despite being so close, weighed on his mind. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rudi 1736 Share Posted May 28, 2020 Johann Peter couldn’t get rid of the uneasy feeling, even though he was rescued and getting treated now. The pain in his ankle and shoulder blade painfully reminded him of the heavy burden that has been lifted on his shoulders. Whenever he rolled on his side or dared to close his eyes, he continued to hear the sounds of Björnolf’’s final words echoing in the back of his head. Each time, before Johann dared to sleep, he reached for his rosary and started to mutter a prayer to the man he owed his life to: “Thou, O Lord, have mercy on our dearly departed, for the sake of us sinners all who greatly hope and trust in Thee. For Thy mercy can turn bittering weeping to joyous fanfare, for Thou alone judgeth the living and the dead. Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord. And may perpetual light shine upon them. Saint Kristoff, who died a noble martyr, pray for him. Use the merits of thine own glorious death and advance his cause, and grant him a courageous and faithful end. Amen.” His nightmares consisted out of running through the forest in the midst of night, while a mixture of rain and white ash landed on their heads. The sounds of dry branches breaking under their feet and the desperate grunts and screams of his companions. An endless death march, with their pursuers about to bite their ankles and whenever they were about to reach salvation they were interrupted by the arrows penetrating him and the rest of the knights, forcing him to wake up, soaking in his own cold sweat. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
GMRO 5247 Share Posted May 28, 2020 (edited) Silence filled the mind of Boris Ruthern’s as the death of Bjornolf reached him while sharpening his at Metterden. A frown formed upon his face as a wave of gloom washed over him. He leaned the axe against the wall, putting a hand to his head in thought. The silence was soon replaced with the sound of memories coalescing of his effective mentor. Their first meeting of asking Bjornolf to be his squire. Being given the axe he now fought with as a gift by Bjornolf. Learning each method of swinging against a tree. The final time he saw Bjornolf who had welcomed into the tavern with such good spirits, before walking out to his final mission. The man who had inspired him to use an axe was gone. He picked up his own axe, slinging the weapon over his shoulder. “May he rest well and those who did this face retribution in kind.” Edited May 28, 2020 by GMRO 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aidoro 464 Share Posted May 28, 2020 Demetrius would remember the day of his Knighting, a still small fourteen year old. Riddled with excitement, he had looked over to the man next to him- a giant, Bjornolf. Smiling as Bjornolf was knighted, it seemed as if the man could never die. But alas, all men do. "Rest well, old friend." 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
NLThomas 1066 Share Posted May 28, 2020 (edited) As Jack hears the news, a single tear would roll down his cheek as he looks up into the sky with a small smile ”Long may the sun shine upon you my Friend, my Brother..” Edited May 29, 2020 by NLThomas 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarven 1695 Share Posted May 28, 2020 *Marcus ran to Bjorn, as he was against the wall, throwing off his bucket of a helm he ran to him* ”BJORN!! Bjorn!! GET’A MEDIC’ERE! NOW!!” *He’d hastily say as he’d run to his comrade shedding a lone tear as he’d go to raise Bjorns head, he then accepted, saving Bjorn was beyond his ability. To ease his friends suffering he would reach for a small canteen of wine and offer it to Bjorn, and though he accepted, the wine just flowed down his neck.* “I-its alright, dear friend, comrade, brother-in-arms, I shall be with you soon, in the seven skies...” *He’d go to lift up Bjorn, proceeding to carry him out of the tower, though his mission still to be completed....* 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Miniguy15736 398 Share Posted May 28, 2020 (edited) Erwin woke in Johnstown, sitting upright and scanning the frantic scene before him. The members of his party were scattered around town, each receiving some sort of treatment. He did a quick headcount...one was missing. It was true then, Bjorn really was gone. Various emotions welled up inside him: Grief, anger, guilt. ”You were one of the best Bjorn.” he whispered as he stared back into the woods. ”Bralt will pay for what he has done.” Edited May 28, 2020 by Miniguy15736 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
GhostSHTR 1002 Share Posted May 28, 2020 Upon hearing the news Stefan Ludovar would step back in greif stunned at the reality of his friend truly being gone. After a while his glazed over eyes became filled with rage, Stefan would march off towards the War room. There he’d spent the next few days planning their next move 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThatDutchFellow 1054 Share Posted May 28, 2020 Jacques De Beaumont welcomes his fallen brother into the seven skies remembering Bjornolf from his earlier days in Haense ”Welcome in paradise Brother, Here we prosper without pain” The old warrior stated with a smile placing his hand on his chest Philip De Beaumont sighs a bit as he heathes word of Ser Bjornolfs fall placing a fist on his chest looking up into the sky “May your pain end up there Brother” hed state with a small smile wishing his fallen comrade well into the Seven skies 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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