On The Wings Of Death

[ayresalex 517]

The order came. "Charge!" screamed the Emperor, and thousands echoed him. Aedric Ulfhaedyn was in the front lines, watching as the orcish arrows felled men to his left and right. The catapult opened a breach small enough to let men in, single file. Aedric huffed air as he ran across and up the orcish-held hill, being slowed by his armour. Even slowed, Aedric was the first one through the breach, sword and shield in hand. His Norsemen trailed closely behind him, shouting cries of, "Aedric!" and "North!" The sound of such cheers only envigoured Aedric, pushing through the nasty orc falling pit, hacking away spears and swords attempting to push him down to his death. Cries of anguish were behind him, and only glory was in front of him. He pushed through to the door, trailed by his Huscarls, Halfdan and Leonhard. The trio raised their sheilds, and all charged into the Orcish sheild wall, pushing a salient into the orcish lines. That's when the carnage ensued. Men and Orc were locked in mortal combat as Aedrics Norsemen pushed through. Aedric roared, spotted a target, and pursued. The Orc he eyed made short work of the now-short-a-head half elf, and turned his attention to Aedric. Aedric trudged forth, meeting blades with the orc midair. They parried and sparred, roared and growled, shouted taunts and insults, until one of the combatants stabbed his opponent in the belly...

 

"Well f*ck me..."

 

Aedric looked down, falling to his knees whilst dropping his sword. He whimpered and clutched his stomach, his breath became ragged and painful. The carnage still was thriving. He saw Halfdan take an arrow through the eye, and fall limp. His sword sticky with orc blood. He noticed Caspian be shoved off the narrow bridgeway, down into the pit trap. He saw Leonhard get stabbed through the neck, his eyes wide with pain. All these things Aedric noticed. He thought his death would be different. He thought it would be different in general, truely. More sense of honour and glory. He felt none of that. Only that cold feeling spreading through his body. He failed the Old Gods. He failed his dead father, Ydain. He failed his little sister, dead in the crib. He failed everyone, as he died. He failed even himself.

 

"How sombering..."

 

Aedric frowned, glancing up at the orc. The orc was looking down at Aedric with malicious, hungry eyes. With a final heave and a heavy swing, Aedrics head rolled off his body, staring at the ceiling with unblinking and cold, grey eyes.

 

 

 

((Elves and haters of OOC terms! Rejoice! You broke me. I grew tired of the OOC hate, and decided to PK Aedric. Rest easy now, darkies. And tell your children of the evil northmen if they don't behave.))

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

[[ No. ]]

 

Somewhere in the wilds, Svengal gnaws on a piece of raw meat.

[ScreamingDingo 20568]

[[You are not going to give in, just cause you have an interesting character doesn't mean you have to PK your character bro!]]

Monks revive Aedric since no-one actually dies in war, the monks don't discriminate

[Garrett 62]

Tance had thought the man invincible. He had known it as simply as he knew a wound would bleed, or a winter would bring snow in its wake, but now? Now Aedric was dead, and that was undeniable. The cornerstones of Tance’s perceptions and ideals had been severed with the swing of a sword.

 

Tance glides a finger across the edge of his axe. Aedric was strong, honorable, a courageous leader and most importantly, a true northerner. Aedric deserved better than to die at the hands of an orc, he deserved to be more than a lord. Aedric deserved to be a king, an emperor, and he would have been! But the orcs had taken this grand future away, and by Tance’s honor he’d see them regret it.

 

 

((NOOOOOOOOOOO!))

[ryno2 1285]

((you perma-killed your character because of OOC hate?))

((look, if you like playing that character, don't kill it just because some people are upset - find out what the people are upset about, and fix it from there without killing your character off))

[Knighty 18]

Caspian, Friend and Commrade to Aedric, recieved word after he had clambered out of the Orc Trap, barely holding his life. With a look of anguish and hate he turned away from the fort and limped back to Fort Ironholt to lick his wounds. Losing a fight was bad enough, but failing to claim vengeance by losing to Orcs, that was far worse.

 

Upon arriving back at the Fort, the whole place seemed deathly silent. The place would never be the same again. After bandaging the wounds roughly, he found a stone shovel he fashioned into a cane. He was crippled and torn. He was no use to anyone, yet alone as a warrior of the Norsemen. A few Huskarls had not joined the siege, so Caspian delivered the Grave news as simply as he could. They were horror stricken obviously, but de-moralised. Caspian turned away as some grew with anger, some tore off their emblems, and others just walked away from the Fort.

 

Upon entering his chamber, seeing the bloody rags and badages used, Caspian sighed as he took out a vial of spider poison and poured some into his flask of ale. As he drank in memory of his fallen Leader, he began to drift off into sleep eternal, joining his Master in Valhalla...

 

(Pked Caspian after long thought and saw his effectiveness as an old man, wounded soldier and member of a soon-to-be dead group to be not that inspiring, Ive started a new character as a Human Rogue. Alden Raventail. Nephew of Caspian as a matter of fact).

[Caln McHarnish/porkchopp2 71]

Adreonel and the Stolistes bannermen follow close behind the vanguard. There were not many left for the Norsemen had done a great job at killing most of the orcs. Adreonel shot an orc in the eye off the walls and charged in. He takes out his Shilkah and finishes one of the orcs that was wounded from the Vanguard. He looks up just in time to see Aedric's head roll. Yelling in rage, he runs over and trades blows with the orc. Grunting in pain from a shoulder wound he spins and cuts down down the orc. He stops for a moment while the battle rages around him and looks at Aedric's head. "He may of been my rival, but he was the best rival and fighter a man could have. May you rest in peace Aedric and may you dine in the halls of your men." Adreoenl sheathes his blade and walks over to his men. ((Funny thing is I actually killed that orc. Hope you don't leave because of this. It was fun))

[ayresalex 517]

((Yolo I'm bringing him back

[Avacyn 1712]

((Yolo I'm bringing him back

dont you dare, tallick

[Gemmylou 484]

-Isabella laughs hearing about Aedric's death.-

 

Good. What goes around comes around. 

 

-She then goes back to sewing up someone's wound.- 

[SkyyoBee 249]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.