An Eye for An Eye (PK)

[XOCO 502]

 

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yBuub4Xe1mw&ab_channel=LedZeppelin-Topic 

Black Dog (Remaster) by Led Zeppelin

 

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An Eye For An Eye

The Death of Montgomery Potte, better known as Pisspot the Foul, Goldbarber, and Monty.

 

"Fock or get fock'd"

Potte House Words

 

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“It seems tae me a Rivian chill jus’ passed t’rough,” The Rivian knight grinned, the telltale rasp of a blade leaving its sheathe immediately signalling his intent.

 

At once, the soldiers launched into action. The object of their ire? A certain Helton Helvets, the young heir to Cathalon. Steel cleaved into flesh, and blood painted the stone walls red. Men fell one after the other in rapid succession, either dead, or damn near dead.

 

But Pisspot did not falter.

 

Yet.

 

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Bastard.

 

That was what they called him, at first.

 

On his fifth birthday, it became Montgomery. A name chosen by his father, the Viscount Rivia - Phillip Galbraith. A decision spurred on by the death of his mother. A decision that occured out of mere chance, and yet, a decision that would set the boy on his sinful rampage.

 

By his tenth birthday, the Viscount Galbraith had deemed him fit enough to serve in the Rivian levy. The boy was unnaturally large for his age, and stocky from tending the fields. Yet a boy he still was - and the violence of the men around him settled deep into his mind.

 

By his eleventh, he had burnt his first man. Scalped his first dwarf. Sheared his first elf.

 

And on his twelfth, his name became Pisspot. When the last of his boyhood was strangled out of him through a stream of urine leaking past his breeches. Of course, the boy had gotten his revenge on the brigand, but the outcome still remained; This was no boy anymore.

 

The years blended quickly into one another. In his early adulthood, the onset of the Tripartite War sparked his infamous legend. His first proper victim: Gildroc Goldhand. Humiliated, belittled, and defeated, the poor dwed took his own life. But not before spreading the name of the foul demon that destroyed him; 

 

Pisspot.

 

And then, the Brother’s War. The sacking of Darkwood Manor. When Rivia was at its peak, with their greatest monster at its helm. As the manor burned, the sick beast could not help but grin. News spread of the Rivians who had destroyed the house, and at its forefront stood one man;

 

Pisspot.

 

And now, a rampaging creature cleaving through the Acrean meeting hall, hungering, craving… hunting. The child-killer known only as

 

Pisspot.

 

 

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Pisspot grunted as he brought the weight of his boot into the Baroness' chin. There was no remorse to be had. A simple gesture to remove a complication from the grand Rivian equation.

 

Not that Pisspot could actually do equations, mind you.

 

The soldier thundered forth, and with a mighty swing of his left fist, sent another lord sprawling over the meeting room table. Another obstacle removed from his path.

 

A wild slash tore open the Helvet’s gambeson, wetting his blade with crimson. Then, as if that brief taste could not satiate the rabid beast within, he drowned his blade in crimson. The peasant knight plunged his blade deep into the young boy.

 

It was not long, however, until his rampage had come to an end. As the boy fell to the ground, limp, those that had survived stepped forth to confront him. A knight by the name of Uther wrapped his arm around the beast, thrusting his blade deep into his exposed armpit. Enraged, the mad dog of Rivia fought back in spite of his impending doom. Armed with the dagger at his side, he thrashed about, as if in some savage trance, trying desperately to do something.

 

His blade however, would not be enough.

 

As he yanked his dagger out from deep within Ser Uther’s hip, a loud snap echoed across the room. Pisspot was dead, and he had died as he had lived; 

 

Cruelly and violently.

 

His eyes bulged from his sockets as the knight snapped his neck, and as his lips parted, only blood spewed forth. Crimson spittle flew through the breaths of his helm. Steel tore, rended, sundered his flesh, as the arming sword delved deeper into his chest, till finally, it pierced his heart.

 

But alas, a cruel smile spread across his lips, for the boy before him was undoubtedly dead.

 

“An eye for an eye,” He grinned, as the world before him slowly turned grey, “Makes the world blind.”

 

 

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Spoiler

https://youtu.be/90OFZQx_7xI 

POV: Pisspot fights through meeting hall (Warning: Gore)

 

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Shoutout my biggest hater

@UnusualBrit

You can rest easy now that Pisspot is dead.

[ImmortalShadowZ 1306]

Cynefrith Easworth would sigh after dragging the corpse to an open fire to be cremated, once the last rites were spoken... He would sigh after witnessing the corpse turn to Ash 

[Zakajaervi 259]

Lord Solomon Obediah would only cackle at the misfortune. He was not a fan of potte, neither any rivians or religion-extremists. "**** you and **** the rivians." 
 

[SimplySeo 6999]

Ser Uther staggered as the fight concluded, hand clutching the wound Pisspot gouged into his hip. He looked to the corpse of the murdered boy, and sighed. "I'm sorry I wasn't fast enough, lad. If I had my armor, I would've cut all of them down."

[HIGH_FIRE 5490]

Although the ghostly form of Sir Duncan Vuiller would never hear of the passing of Pisspot, he would find himself thinking about the man he once committed war crimes with. He did not know him well, but he did respect him, the shaving of the dwarf they captured being one of his most fond memories of his later life.

[Nord 346]

"Rest in peace Monty" Augustus would mumble, crossing the lorraine over his chest as he rode away, 

[sergisala 3451]

The Lord Regent lighted a candle for the fallen Marshal of Rivia "The best Marshal we have ever had. Pisspot shall for sure be remembered for generations to come." he muttered upon hearing of his sudden death.

[NouveauChateau 248]

"I should have been there."  Seaxburh states, reflecting over the news.

[Kaladin Stormblessed 668]

Sir George Obediah would maintain the same straight expression upon hearing of pisspot's death. "So he died too."  And with that he concluded his reaction, not putting much thought into the man that he had deemed as a racist and never really liked. 

[Buffsanta 961]

Dave 'Big Guy' Potte sheds a grand dirty tear for his fallen comrade 

"Ill miss yah lad, you were the best o' us."

He grunts accompanied by a large fart and burp.

"Luv me piss potte, luv em."

The man mumbles in a mournful liverpool tone.