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[PK] The viking's last dying breath


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Saeed ibn Hamzah would hear of his friends death, he went to sit quietly by himself and shed tears "do not think those that have died in the cause of Allah are dead, but alive and being cared for by their lord.." he said to himself, as he wiped his tears, preparing to make jis way to haense to offer his condolences.

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Ser Ivan woke from a terrible dream as he layed in his bed in the clinic of Johnstown. What he saw was nothing less than a nightmare. Fire, ash, smoke and blood all over a familiar place that he had seen before. He had imagined losing something very valuable to him. No dream had ever affected the Knight as this one did. He had always had a few nightmares, but none that was to this magnitude. It felt too real for him. Suddenly, his eyes opened. As he looked to his right his one true brother, Bjornolf ,was there. He smiled and for a moment the memories of the nightmare halted. Ser Bjornolf and Ser Ivan had always been brothers. Even before the time that they were Knighted, they were always close. The two had spent over a decades time fighting alongside one another. In blood and battle, they were brothers. Even though Ser Ivan had two living brothers left, he didn’t have the same close bond with either of them combined compared to the one he had with Bjornolf. As Ivan opened his eyes, Bjornolf smiled down at him and said only this: “I’ll see you soon, Brother”. This brought a smile onto Ser Ivan’s face, though as he blinked his eyes, Bjornolf had vanished...

As soon he did, the memories started to return to the wounded Knight. He had remembered of the Battle that had taken place. It was Fort Buck. The fire, ash and smoke was caused by him and the blood… The blood was not that of his enemies, no, it was that of his Brother. He remembered Bjornolf’s body being carried away and the tear streaked eyes in Ser Marcus. He didn’t want to believe it. In fact, during the battle he fought as if he didn’t lose a brother because he truly didn’t believe that Bjornolf had passed. When fighting Bralt the Boar, Ser Marcus yelled out saying “I will not lose another Knight today!”. These words were sounded out by the sounds of screaming, fire, and fighting. Soon after, Ser Ivan was dragged away by Lord Marshal Erwin Barclay. He could do nothing but watch as his friend, Ser Marcus, had fought Bralt the Boar. Luckily, both him and Ser Marcus had made it out alive. As soon as Ivan was brought to safety within the construction place of the Wick keep, he finally saw Bjornolf. It had seemed that the others had conflicted emotions of sadness, fear and anger. Ser Ivan could do nothing at this point. He was wounded horrifically and he was going to die if he didn’t get treatment. Ser Ivan was dragged by Erwin through the harsh and cold woods of the Northlands. Finally, they had escaped the Boar and his hunting party as they reached Johnstown. The battle was finally over…
Ser Ivan had finally realized that his friend and his one true brother in this world was gone. He fell silent and his smile had vanished. No tears came from the wounded Knight, none at least. He had a lot to think about. He was escorted to Reza by Princess Alexandria and had soon returned to his home. As he entered, he saw his dog, Frost. The noise from the hound had caught the attention of his wife, who soon kissed Ivan. Though it was a moment of relief, Ser Ivan had the eyes of someone in mourning. After a few moments of silence on the couch, Ser Ivan finally spoke. He had told his wife that Ser Bjornolf had passed. The emotion from just saying his name made it clear that Ivan was heartbroken. Finally, after praying, he showed his tears. The sound of his cries would rival the time when he sobbed for his mother's death. However, this time he knew that he could have done something to prevent it. He knew that if he worked fast enough that perhaps he could have saved his friend. He knew this, and now that he had to live with the thought of what if. It was clear to his wife that Ser Ivan was now truly shattered, and it would not be easy to pull him out of this state…
And so, the Knight had gone to sleep. Although, the battle of that day had not left him just yet. As he closed his eyes, the events of the battle had repeated over and over again. He would have to go over the memories of that day all over again in yet another Nightmare. He would have to always remember the death of his one true Brother.Ivan had woken. His wife followed soon and he said only one word with much sadness… Brother...”

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Antar Ibn Kareem al-shams upon hearing the news fell to tears at a lost of another comrade “May we meet again my old friend....” he would mourn for his friend not wanting to eat his keftah 

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Prince Niko kneeled before the chapel in Reza, his head lowered for the lost comrade. He would not forget the day that the Haenseni Sniper had saved his life, nor would he forget his comrade. Haense had lost a great hero, and his loss would be felt by all, especially by the young prince.

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Ramon Emilio Lo’Reta Rojas would hear of his brother-in-law’s death, dropping to his knees. The only person left from his family that still wasn’t dead, crazy, a plant thing, or just rude and never talked to him, is gone forever. The young boy clenched his left fist as he stared at the ground, tears rolling off his cheeks. He would hear that Bjorn, too, lost his right arm, just as Ramon did when he was 13. He sighed, remembering Bjorn’s face when he saw the young boy, his right sleeve empty. Many memories went through his head, from the first time he met Bjorn, that same day he lost his arm, to the last, at the tavern in Haense, as they drank ale together. He wished he could’ve been there, even just to comfort Bjorn, but he wasn’t, he was in Helena, still sitting in the same alley he had been in for years, thinking on how to get a job. The boy would slowly stand up, leaning on the wall next to him, wiping his tears. He grabbed his axe, slowly starting to walk out of Helena, dragging it on the ground, his body weak. He quickened his pace, starting to walk fast, lifting his axe off the ground, running now. As he ran out of the gates of Helena, he darted into the woods, just needing something to hit. When he get deep enough, he started to hack at a tree, tears forming again. He’d continue until he cut it down, eventually doing so, falling to the ground, both in exhaustion and in sadness. The boy looks up to the sky.  ”May you find peace, brother.” He would look back down as he cried, praying for Bjorn. Many emotions would continue to haunt him for quite a few weeks, both awake and in his dreams: Anger, grief, sorrow, guilt, and pity for Gabriella, Ubbe, and Einar, Bjorn’s wife and children. The boy would make it his vow both to kill Bralt, or to at least help in his demise, as well as to follow in Bjorn’s footsteps, maybe able to become as great a man as him.

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Returning to Haense with a smile, Syvis would wander around, wondering where everyone was. An air of happiness would be around her as she bounced towards the palace, finally locating her friends once again. She’d tap Mio on the shoulder, gaining no recognition at first. However, she’d simply ask for Bjorn, having some tea with her that she wanted to share with him over a nice chat. As the news finally reached her ears that her best friend was long gone, tears would well up in her eyes, ”GODAN, why was I not there?” She’d yell out into the distance, ”I didn’t outlive any of vy.. I should’ve been the first to go.” She’d stare blankly at the adjacent wall, seemingly not hearing any of the next few words that were spoken to her. So many thoughts would course through her head, rendering her almost entirely useless as Mio kept talking to her as she sat on the floor in pure shock as she recalled all of her memories from the time she had spent with Bjorn, Jack, Mio, and Ionian. The memories were all fond, and she longed to have them all back, she wanted to take back the years she was gone and she wished she had spent more time with the four of them, drinking and laughing as they used to in their younger years.
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Later in the evening after most of the traumatic news she’d heard that day, she’d look up to the setting sun, taking in the beauty of the hues that were painting the sky tonight, ”I hope you’re happy up there, Bjorn. I miss you. Maybe sometime we could share some tea?” She’d chuckle weakly before she eventually fell asleep beneath the stars.

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