ISSUANCE OF CHALLENGE: VICENZO

[M1919 2298]

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"Hark! O' Devil Prince! Damn that quill, damn that parchment, and draw your steel!"

"Remember, Varyag, the weight of your words; you cannot disparage this contract's holder."

"Then observe as I disparage your entrails, cur, with the weight of my tooth and claw!"

- Fourteenth stanza, Björnsöngur (Songs of Björn)

 

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TO THE ONE HAILED AS VICENZO:

 

 

Perhaps your survival is a miracle, given your consistent manipulation and abuse of the weak. So few people notice your actions, and those who do lack the integrity to hold you accountable. Your soul is a festering blight upon this world, oozing cowardice and deceit—a miasma of wickedness. The maliciousness in your soul mingles with utter foolishness in the wasteful rhythm of your life with extraordinary skill. 

 

You have stalked my wife and daughter; you insult the latter and declare her a demon and no greater than what you would have seen as Iblees. Disparaging her, attempting to coerce her into following you, and yet you flee the moment I arrive. All that declared righteousness before you went off, vanishing into what is likely your chambers of torture that you’ve embedded yourself into. You are a creature, lesser than half the wicked souls whose barrows I have sacked, and you carry yourself with fewer reasons to consider your presence anything above what a poltergeist might contribute to this good earth.

 

This disdain towards your continued existence extends beyond my people; even others of your faith, which you profess yourself to champion and spread, loathe and despise you. You do naught but raise issues for your own church, knowing that they lack the means to put a stop to your instigations without bringing trouble upon themselves.

 

I challenge you to a holmgang where we will fight to the death. Sharpen your steel until it gleams, don your armor, and prepare your soul for judgement; the powers that be await to claim your withered soul.

 

May it be that the Archaengul, Saint Raguel, oversees this fight on the soil of his choosing so that you might not die in the shadows.

 

This will be your only chance to die as a warrior ought, and refusal will declare you to be weighed as no man, but to be hunted down in Norland and treated as no more than a wolf’s head.

Make peace with GOD, for I will do the same.

 

 

Konan-Thegn.

 

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[Werew0lf 24180]

 

“Some unruly pagan is attempting to challenge a knight of Canondom, favoured by the light of GOD?” St. Raguel, the Archaengul of Justice, declared proudly. “The pagan will lose,” he seemed almost certain… right?

 

“I will observe this battle,”

 

Perhaps, the celestial was so bored and apathetic in his godly duty, that he would entertain himself to observe a simple bout amongst warriors. With a snap of his gauntlet, which croaked akin to a rusted door-hinge, streaks of light conjured a large spherical orb in which he would stand to spectate. The Archaengul blessed Vicenzo, hoping that he would come out victorious.

 

“Though, as a benevolent messenger of His will, I would obviously recommend others not to stalk another Man’s wife,” Saint Raguel clarified, so that he was not de-canonized by cancel-culture, or cast away by GOD as a fallen aengul; his clarification was to nobody in particular, outside of fourth-wall breaking spectators, as the Archaengul was a loner and had nobody to talk to. “Obviously, all fallacious claims from a pagan! I will allow the blade to speak the Man’s truth,”

 

 

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[helldiving 5793]

Haakon prepares to watch his father, Konan-Thegn win. 

[DahStalker 3692]

Ljúfvina silently cheered for the Thegn, though briefly did she ponder the quality of argentum made from a soiled soul. 

[milksoda 2884]

shits wild, my thegn.

[Nectorist 12869]

Thordredd reads the open challenge issued by his father, then he reads it again, again, and again. There are a few words he cannot make out, but the ones he can tell him all he needs to know: his dad is on the grind.

[FenrisTyr1998 22]

A nod of approval of the HOLMGANG that has been announced. Contemplating her next move if such request is denied. Coursing through her veins, a feeling she's had ever since her youth. To spill the blood of a Canonist zealot. 

[DancingZebra267 1626]

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[lemonke 6014]

"KONAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!" Screamed a templar, cheering for the viking.

[Ryanark 2738]

"Pappa will split the weak spine of the Canonist. I only hope it is quick for him." said Isleífr, as he eagerly awaited to watch this sacred holmgang.

[Laeonathan 5889]

A certain canonist priest named Vaysl prepares to watch the fight. "Let us hope this does not happen past bedtime. I need my beauty sleep."

[Tide1 4535]

Somewhere, someplace, a bannerlord smiles.

[GMRO 6186]

“GOD works in mysterious ways. Sometimes it takes a man outside of GODS influence to strike down a wicked man that hides behind the clothe. Religion is the last bastion of a cruel man.” Remarked the aged knight, Ser Rickard.

[KidKrinkles 2043]

"Sucks te' be Vincenzo."

 

Victor did idly tune as he read the challenge to himself, the glow of his cigarette illuminating the words.

[Calise11 841]

"How unwise of the canonist. I wonder if Ivoria is as cursed as Hokmat? After all, they did take home in the ruins" - "Perhaps they will both burn..."  Remarked a certain kin of Freysson