"TO THE GATES OF TOR-PRAETH," || Declaration of Challenge

[M1919 2298]

 

 

 

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AN OPEN DECLARATION OF CHALLENGE.

 

 

 

"Gaze onto thy companions, Björn, and see to them. For you are their keeper, as they are yours,"

"And if it is that any one of them should fall?"

"Make use of your steel, or someone else will."

- Eighth stanza, Björnsöngur (Songs of Björn)

 

 

 

A storm had rampaged through the heavens above the brutally smitten halls of Sólgaard, with embers long-settled against the charred rock and soil which had found itself set upon regularly by the demons and brutes- what the Norns would refer to as the ‘ilk of GRENDEL.’ Still, they had all persevered- they had pushed on into the land they worked and cared for so lovingly- that which they, and others, had fought and even died to keep safe. 

 

The tundra remained unforgiving, yet one man found the taste of frost evermore sweetened for him. The loss had forged a sensation of wroth inside him, spurred not by religious conviction or aims of zealous veneration—but by the loss of a soul most cherished to him. It had taken root within this dour manifestation, fortifying the establishment of a void that imbued him with such hate. He took to writing, as he rarely did, and set off when it was done. This was a task he'd seen addressed personally.

Thus are these words written and nailed before the imposing doors of Tor-Praeth:

 

 

 

“In all my years, I have now come to find

That there is, from the Southron, a great prejudice against your kind.

 

At first, I thought it was excessive, and still, I see no reason to scream and weep- 

To decry and sing with those who claim you devils- damning your soul for GRENDEL to keep.

 

I confess I do not understand your very nature beyond the smoldering brimstone and mastery of fire,

And yet it was upon a man whom I loved as a father that's now come to beholden a righteous pyre.

 

Revenge is an endless cycle, a curse that forever imbues the human spirit with a luscious harvest of blood and sweat.

For us mortals, it consistently becomes the standard theme in songs of love and regret.

 

Under the traditions of my blood as Ruric and as the honor of my bones of Norn, may this serve as a challenge to whoever it was of this pack that has claimed the life of Sir Ailred.

You may name a second—you may name a third. I will fight one, I will fight dozens, and just like him, we will fight until we are burnt and struck dead.

 

We, the sons of Sólgrunnr, serve but one purpose: to live and to die

And it will not matter whether it is against Southron knight or decadent ghoul- my blood shall never shy.

 

Slay me, and in turn, will vengeance be reaped and sown

Yield your soul to me, and vengeance will be all our gore has ever known.

 

ʞonan-Thegn”

 

 

 

 

 

Spoiler

 

this is a challenge to a crp duel for whomever wants to claim they killed ailred and accept it from the azdrobros

& if u wanna reach out to me & metaplay a time for setting up then my disc is @ herkulean 

 

 

[Xarkly 17299]

 

"Fight well, Conan of Solgaard," Villorik bid unto him from afar.

 

He knew well the might of the Dragonkin, but so too did he know the strength of the Thegn. 

 

 

[wolfdwg 2677]

A letter finds itself to Konan, Thegn of the Norn.

 

It reads as follows

 

"I will shed the blood of serpents with you, name it so, you have my band, my thegn."

 

- Signed Faenor av Isklandt -

 

ps. Smooches

[Frawlic 1602]

Amari watched as the Thegn prepared himself for yet another battle. Would this one be his last? She truly doubted it. "Ysmir..." The Dragon of the North versus dragonkin.

[Holyland 3650]

 

 

 

"O Partha, happy are the kshatriyas to whom such fighting opportunities come unsought, opening for them the doors of the heavenly planets."

- The Bhagavad Gita

 

"So too do you know the fight, ʞonan; so too shall you make it your own."

 

"The wheel turns, as it always will. The blood will sanctify - it will cure."

 

"Accursed is the pretender."

 

[_Elrith_ 4525]

"And the old ways had died, and the wheel awakened. And weak men had ruled, so the wheel awakened. Now, the old ways return, and the wheel turns. Strong men now fight, so the wheel turns." The High Keeper knelt before a shrine of flame. "Regret nothing you do, Konan-thegn."

[ProcaPro 557]

A 'ker, in self imposed distance from the storm ridden lands of Sólgaard, would have offered anything she could had she known of this.

 

But alas, unknowing she was.

[King_Kunuk 3022]

The Sorcerer of Tor'Preath reads the poem nailed upon the front gate's mighty stones. He does not feel anger for this, but finds a deep and mesmerizing respect for the challenge. It is a worthy one, born of love and blood alike.

 

"This is his Asioth."

 

And thus, he saw the good in it, despite the blood it will bring, and tears that will fall.

[DahStalker 3692]

4 hours ago, wolfdwg said:

A letter finds itself to Konan, Thegn of the Norn.

 

It reads as follows

 

"I will shed the blood of serpents with you, name it so, you have my band, my thegn."

 

- Signed Faenor av Isklandt -

 

ps. Smooches

Houri of Chaldees found herself quiet at the man’s flank, ready to pursue whatever her newfound family bid as foe. The Mihyaari remain silent, though soon readied arms if beckoned to do so.

[Ryanark 2738]

Beówulf grinned, despite his smoldering cairn of a soul fighting over his senses to bestow protection over his kith of ash.

The giant relented, shaking his head. A holmgang ritual is as sacred as the stone of his flesh.

 

"Neh. Their actions are their own." The man left, returning to his tent.

[don dada 579]

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“

Advice given by others

 

is often ill counsel.
 

Cattle die

 

Kinsmen die

 

All men are mortal.

 

Words of praise

 

Will never perish

 

Nor a noble name.

—  the Hávamál

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Striding side-by-side were a man wrapped in weathered wool and leather

and a creature whose scales trapped the sunlight in a jet black shade.

 

"What say you of this?" The man read

the rewritten words addressed to those

of  'the EITR,' relayed by a young scout.

 

Stirring flurries of snow, the creature folded

its wings with a soft thud, tilting their head

towards that man. "You understand the weight

of these words, yes?"

 

Surveying the lands to scour hidden paths

and glacial formations, that man stuck that

blade of a fading light into pounds of snow,

"I do. ʞonan-Thegn believes it is the only path."

 

Gone unnoticed, it was only until a low, rumbling

growl did they gather the attention of that weathered

berserker. It wisped snow away to behold a singular

stone, where a name is engraved in a lower draconic.

"Vengeance. It takes a dour manifestation, there."

 

Sharp eyes of a dull hue fixate on the man. It spoke

similarly, "Re wux kepla'nasa for wer owrropoqui?"

(Are you prepared for the consequences?)

 

It hadn't been long since that man were returned

to life, and found further emboldenment in his

master's company, his people, his culture.

 

Too before, did he recall a part of that among few of

the Redmont, through a former lover's confidence, and

the tutelage of a favored son.

 

A deep rumination birthed of that man's silence, staring

at the Dragon-Priest's grave.

 

"I am." The Norn spake, "If my thegn falls, so

shall I carry the weight of that honor forward."

 

"Very well." — "Return to them. And do well to

remember, strength not only lies in victory, but

of the wisdom of your choices." A quiet hover

of their head lingers toward that grave, to gesture

to that axe lain against stone.

 

"The thrill fades quickly. What lingers long after,"

amber eyes stare at that name inscribed.

"It is always ugly."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“

 

Someday,

 

my name will be on this stone,

 

or it will be on another.

 

Someday,

 

Yours will too.

 

—  the ʞonan-Thegn

 

 

Edited September 28, 2024 by southside

[helldiving 5793]

haraldr supports thegn conan and too gets ready for combat, for their evil deeds, these fiends shall pay! >:(