The Fall of the Harrower

[ShinyB 567]

 

The Fall of the Harrower

 

Last Ashen day, on the 20th of EDVARDSAWND, IAÁ 525, AGE OF DRAGONSFYRE, the Harrower was slain.

 

 

It has been three decades since the Harrower descended upon Solheim, sieged our homes and enslaved our brethren. It has been two decades since the north was plunged into a seemingly eternal darkness. Now, there is no more darkness and no need for further fear or trepidation. Upon the battlefield we waged a war of our own, sieged the forts obscured by the dark and met our brethren on opposite sides of the battlefield. These years of conflict have worn down many souls and taken many lives, but each victory brought us closer to ending the Harrower’s reign upon the north. In the final siege upon the Grove, where the sun finally showed over the snowy plains of Ailmere once more and the Harrower’s army of thralls was laid to waste, the Harrower broke free from his realm and into our material plane.

 

Norlandic forces, in collaboration with warriors of Urguan and other valiant Outlanders, tracked down the whereabouts of the fleeing Harrower through the Father’s Will. It was on the northern banks of Ailmere where we fought the last of the Harrower’s thralls and foiled his plans by forcibly landing his makeshift escape vessel and setting it ablaze.

 

During the bloody battle, the coward jumped from his own vessel before scrambling upon the icy shore. Surrounded and without his army of thralls to hide behind, the Harrower took the weakling’s escape and slit his own throat. 

 

 

The North stands free from Long Dark once more.

 

 

It is with great pride that I announce the freedom from the Harrower’s forces to the nations of the north and to the native Ailmerans; with a heart heavy from both admiration and sorrow do I thank those who fought and those who died for this freedom.

 

To our Norlandic forces: 

Farian Malto-Gylldene

Vicnan Hawkins-Gylldene 

Váli Freysson Ruric 

Iosefka Anarórë

Keeper Orin Vel’venest

Skadi

 

To our fellow Outlanders:

Obok Metaldrinks

Slith Cobbett

Tatsu Toji

An unnamed warrior

 

To those of Ailmere:

Inger, the former Chieftain of the Gnaefa

Lamonte, for her guidance and gratitude

Gath, for taking his last breath fighting

 

 

 

 

Spoiler

Thank you so much @Miniguy15736 and @Sarven for the wonderful eventline! And thank you to everyone who participated.

 

[ichigomaster98 966]

The 'God'slayer of Norland exhales a sigh with a decidedly dissatisfied breath somewhere in the snowy wastes of the liberated North. "Wasteful." They said bitterly of the Igba to their metal companion Dargon. "I suppose it is a theme of their kind however." A foot kicked over the edge of the rock they sat upon, a smaller rock tumbling down the mountain until it disappeared into a snow bank. "I suppose it is almost over however. Plenty of time to show Lamonte all the cute things I can find, though it would have been good if Gath could see them as well." Another rock is sent rolling down before they stood up and dusted the snow off their pants. Then, simply, they went home as they always do.

 

Spoiler

Thank you for hosting the events! Some of the first Norland has been able to be a part of in the entire time I've been on the server. Looking forward to more like it!

 

[satin 7600]

"A good omen," Phillipe decided, "for what is to come."

[Qaz_The_Great 1394]

Ægir reads of the actions of his fellows

 

"Well done! IRON FROM ICE!"

[Nimbus_Strike 271]

Skadi, who was hard at work from reforging some of her weapons and instruments, would smile a little as she saw her name on the poster. "Iron from Ice - may the years to come be fruitful and tranquil."

[Althea_ 381]

Said 'unnamed warrior' would sit down beside a campfire inside a cave after the battle. He who was they all along would undon their horned helm, unveiling organic ones beneath; tossing it onto a small bag of possessions. Within it was a book dubbed 'The Tale of Earendil', which spoke of a mortal man who supposed sailed across the heavens to seek aid and blessing from the gods to combat great darkness - an inspiration for a guise, perhaps, especially seeing the stolen lightstone dangling at their necklace.

 

They washed their face, and set meat to a stick to roast upon flame; a hefty, worn out and uncertain sigh exhaled. "Guess the Harrower also was the sort to run away..." ungauntleted, reddish and inhuman, hands taken to rub their temples. "Can't blame him. Shame he couldn't trick one who does just the same, it would take a way-bigger ruse." A curt and dry chuckle given, swiftly washed away as brooding took place.

 

The 'warrior's' gaze turned to a mural in the cave, showcasing a myriad horned figures dressed in runes "Damage's done, they'll remain away... and the dipshit didn't even pay." In frustration, a hurled rock cracked against stone. "Maybe I shouldn't myself, then..." They would take time to consider, for now but eating and laying their head to rest away, upon the black furs of their lupine-friend.

[simpleglitchbro 529]

Váli steps away from his training for a brief moment to address the missive laid out on the table. Panting with exhaustion, he unfurls it, and smiles at the contents within. "Aye, another darkling down. They thought they could snuff us out within eternal night." Letting out a small snicker, he leaves the paper on the table and returns to his work "Pity for them. Trying to snuff us out just makes us burn ever brighter."