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Cardinal Wilhelm prayers for the soul of this brave, noble warrior. He is surely deserving of a place in the Skies.

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"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"

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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!"

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“The goddamned Scyflings will pay for this..” Daniel would raise up a glass to toast for his fallen comrade. 

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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”

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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.

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The Waking Woods by Blake Rottinger


 

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. 

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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.” 

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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."

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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..”

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*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....*

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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.”

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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

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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

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