The Last Crow [PK]

[CanadaMatt 873]

 

The Last Loyal Crow

 

 

-Anton Kazimar Ludovar-The Last Loyal Marian

 

 

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Goodbye Brother - House Stark

 

The Morning was frigid, the grass still filled with the morning dew and the streets still littered with puddles from a recent rainfall, a slight mist or fog hovered along the streets of Haense, as the Marian Squire did his daily patrols of the city. It was then he was stopped by his brother Robert, his brother confronted him to bring him prisoner to Norland to face Justice for a crime that was not a crime in the eyes on the Marian Squire, that crime being killing of Child soldiers who aided in the attempted capture of a hasense citizen. The Marian squire denied the request to come peacefully, he would come to quietly by the demands of traitors, so he drew his warhammer and as he did so a company of Othaman led by Istvan of  Haense came from the Brotherhood Court yard leading to a Last stand of the Marian Squire “ I will not go quietly I will not surrender to a horde of traitors”  Yelled the squire as he fought with a ferocity that complemented his dedication to his nation and his duty as a Marian. But it was all for nothing, the squire was outnumbered and lost the battle. Then he was thrown atop Istvan’s horse accompanied by two Othamans riding not to Norland but to Solgrad to face justice. Later as he awoke the Marian Squire awoke to be surrounded by Norns of Solgrad and Saint Raguel, the Squire was held by Istvan as they all conversed, then did the Norn Dragomir spoke “This was remarkably swift Laird” then another norn Haakon commented on the matter “ Surprisingly fast I must say lord Istvan” the Marian squire then spoke “ You betray your nation, the lot of you are traitors!” he yelled to be interjected by Istvan “It was not me who betrayed by nation, but my nation whom betrayed me” the squire then went quite as everything settled in realising what Istvan ment, truly loyaltys have been disregarded and this was a matter to kill those loyal to the Nation “ I die knowing I defended my nation” hed state to Saint Raguel as the saint was to give him his last rites “I die knowing that those I called my brothers, comrades and my King betrayed its people for Self preservation like the cowards they are” the Saint then asked “ and your confession?” the squire thought on his response then spoke up “ The only confession I have is that I should of stayed out of this bloody war if I knew I was surrounded by traitors”. Dragomir then dragged the Marian squire towards the chopping block where he was tossed down when he heard one of the Norn say to Istvan “ Safe travels and god bless Crows” a small bit of silence filled frozen Norn air then Istavn spoke “ Do not thank me norn, and I am not a Crow, not anymore” Anton the Marian squire then raised his head from the block “ My blood is on your hands Traitor”. After Istavna and his company left, for several torturous minutes was the Marian squire tortured and blood-eagled by the Norns to appease their god, much like the sacrificial Lamb, continuous chants echoed in the frigid Norland air the Squire slightly conscious barely clinging onto life as they did their ceremony, until they stopped to make a speech, one that the squire did not intent on listening on as he crept at the door of death, he would think to himself why would his Nation betray him, for what cost. Once the chants and speeches ceased from the Norns, the squire, with several gasps of air as he struggled to get words out, slowly spoke one last line of patriotism “ Krusae Zwy Koengzem”.

 

And with that that was the end of Anton Kazimar Ludovar, Marian squire and the Last Loyal Crow.

 

im not good at writing posts so thats what I got

[Pancho 4197]

From lands afar did whispers reach the ears of Antonio. Yet from there, he could do not but wait until the time would to avenge his kin, and restore his honor.

[GhostSHTR 1205]

Edvard Lother Ludovar would listen to the news and sigh. He disagreed on how this whole ordeal was handled, but at the end of the day....he didn't have the power to stop it, It was his brother's diplomacy, the Heir who decided to hand over their brother to the heathens. He'd walk into the chapel in Isaakev and pray for Anton

[Coronate 5519]

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Respect for PKing; I hope it was good for your characters story. Though I think it should be enforced in general, you’re goated for doing it willingly. <3

 

[Ryanark 2738]

 

 

[ TRIGGER WARNING. CANONISTS READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. ]

ÁLDRGANN, ÁLDRGANN,

Those macabre chants began.

“Áesr, vek míð blóð ak beinn,”

ÁESIR— WAKE, MY BLOOD.

Isleífr's hands rose in reverence

“Sker hjartit ór brjóst, rísti vængr í hauldi,”

SKEWER THE BREAST AND HEART, SLIT ARMS IN HOLDING,

"Áldrgann, gefe auss kraft ór i kvalum.."

ÁLDRGANN, ÁLDRGANN, GRANT US OUR QUARRY'S STRENGTH.

His eyes landed upon Anton with a command,

DIE.

 

With the beginning of the rite, Dragomir stood in reverent silence with a midnight blue axe brandished, in grim awaitance over the tied-down Ludovar, his bare and unblemished back exposed to the frigid air of the North. A brutal and gruesome fate awaited Anton.

 

The cracking of bones heralded the start of the ritual, precise slicing of flesh along the axe's edge, sliced and carved open. He would not die from this, not immediately, and by the time Dragomir had finished, the flesh of his back was revealed bare.

 

Isleífr began again, "Áldrgann, vi commend his soul to you,"

The squire's cries of agony from the butchering complimented his chanting.

"RUDUHR, leave time for his torn body to rot,"

"YRSYR, soften his flesh to carve,"

"VALDR, may you drink his blood,"

The Old Gods were called, and they surely loomed, waiting to claim the squire's soul,

The atmosphere is infused with the metallic aroma of iron and flesh making its debut. Sharp grind and rip of metal severing bones cut through the open air, as Dragomir remained the instrument of this macabre ritual.

"May you fly with your BLOODIED WINGS; over the halls of Vedrhöll,"

"May du fly high enough for Sól to brand your open flesh,"

"THOSE BLACKENED SKIES WILL TAKE YOU."

Isleífr cried out, chants growing increasingly fervent.

Spectators turned away retching. Anton was still alive.

 

Such was the grim fate of Anton Ludovar— blood-eagled upon a stump.

Such was the fate of the wicked.

The rite of the blotørn has set him free.

 

 

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thank you Matt for PKing to this and thank you for the great RP and effort you put into this!

 

[Gridlock 1033]

Lev was just following orders!!!