GhostSHTR

“....a....Horen doing a...selfless, sensible act?......I can’t believe it...” Said a speechless Ser Bjolfr Nord

NAME: Ser Bjolfr Nord NOBILITY (Y/N): N if not, GENTRY (Y/N): Y RACE: Human PAST EXPERIENCE : Original Member, Former Commandment of the Royal Army, Knight Of Marian Retinue 

Ser Bjolfr Nord, The last living brother of Original Brotherhood of the Saint Karl smiles up at the seven skies. “Should I falter, my shield shall turn to ash, But I shall not falter. ” He quoted the oath after so many years he’d then start to hobble towards the Palace to explain the history of his beginnings.

Ser Bjolfr Nord signed the Lorraine “ Rest Well my friend, tell Rhys and everyone I shall join you all soon in the seven skies” he muttered looking at Ser Henrik from afar

Ser Bjolfr Stared at the motionless body of his young friend. “ I should have done something.....he suffered from the same condition. If only I knew..” his eyes begun to swell up “ my dear child...I COULD HAVE HELPED!!!!!!!!” He’d fall onto his knees sobbing at Urlic’s bedside. “I shall watch over your family, Our Primrose is strong she will endure but her heart will always be yours” takeing the knights cold hand into his “ I shall mentor your sons just as I mentored you....I swear” letting go Ser Bjolfr Leaned down to place a kiss onto of his head” Rest Now my Son, I shall see you in the seven skies” With that He’d step back placing his first to his heart as one final salute before exiting the room to comfort Primrose

Ser Bjolfr would toss the invitation into the fire angrily Peytr Ludovar would smile at the invite” Finally I can show my fellow haensemen that they were fools to insult me” he said to himself

Petyr Karl Ludovar would turn to his father” where the **** are we?”

“I think we need a slogan dear” The old Haenstic Knight said to his wife

“Never like that self absorbed ******” Peytr thought to himself

As the news reached the Nord-Nouaeux household, Ser Bjolfr would be found looking over the walls of His garden with the letter clenched in his hand. “ I served beside each and every emperor....I’ve given my sanity and body to them....yet the tried to kill my wife and unborn children, one of your ******* prince fucked poor analise the cut the child from her stomach killing her then have the child be loyal to them...what kinda of fool would simply go back to the same people but just of a different name...Renatus isn’t gone just evolved.” He throw the paper across the wall into the winds of the north” They aren’t the same honorable people I fought beside years ago...they are monsters who are obsessed with power death and cruelty....may the young generation forgive and forget but The North Will NEVER Forget.!!!” Ser Bjolfr rammed his fist into the wall breaking it on impact. “ Horens never change....”

Ser Bjolfr would read the letter and smile slightly through his withering beard. “My Primrose, I’m estactic for this day to have arrived even more so to such a worthy, young man like Ulric. I shall be there it is only right” he whispered to himself as he neatly folded the invitation and place it on the nightstand.

Ser Bjolfr world chuckle at the news thinking about what Rhys would say

“AVE HAENSE!!!!!” Exclaimed Peytr Ludovar

Spitting on ground shaking his head” Oh how the mighty fall. Never trust an Alimar” said the old man “ For fucks sake” exclaimed Petyr ludovar

Ser Bjolfr would be walking along an abandon route until his crow dropped a paper in front of him. Picking up the paper he would fall down onto his knees crying once more “ Oh Not my young Marius...Siegmund then Robert and now Marius....I’ve outlived the children I’ve raised are now dead!!!” Bjolfr would look at the sky and give a painful Scream “ GODAN!!!!....oh my little crow” he’d then curl up and continue to sobs.

Ser Bjolfr Nord would read the detoxified paper from across the Continent sighing” another gone.....my little leopold” The broken old man would silently cry upon the roots of a great tree, for he has seen his friends and now their children die. yet he lingers with a shattered mind. “Lord Leopold was a good man, shame to see him go so soon” the Young Petyr Ludovar spoke after the battle

I. Name: Peytr Karl Ludovar II. Age: 21 IIa. Date of Birth [If Known]:1697 IIb. Location of Birth [If Known]: Markev, Haense III. Race [Human/Elf]: IIIa. Culture [Heartlander, Highlander, Wood Elf, etc.]: Highlander IV. Status of Blood [Nobility, Gentry, Commoner, Former Nobility, etc.]: Nobility V. Place of Residence: Reza, Haense VI. Martial Knowledge [Trained in Weaponry, Archer, etc.]:Calvary tactician and Master Bowman VII. Skilled Labor [Farmer, Lumberjack, etc.]: OOC MC Name:GhostSHTR Skype ID: who the **** uses Skype anymore?

*A letter would be sent to All Denizens Of Reza* To the denizens Of Reza I, Ser Bjolfr Nord have given 45 years of my life to the protection and Preservation of the Haenstic people. My once Abled body is now degrading, my once clear mind has betrayed me and caused unspeakable horrors onto the people I swore to protect. Though I had no control or knowledge of the actions as they happened....it has shown me that even the strong shall break in time. I can no longer trust myself to be around my fellow haensemen without the possibility of me hurting them. With this said, I Ser Bjolfr Nord Proclaim myself Exiled from the kingdom of my birth, Haense. For this decision cuts me deep it is for the best. For ever Loyal, I Will Not Faulter. Ave Haense, Ave Marius, Ave Orenia, Ave Joseph Signed, Ser Bjolfr Nord

“Ave Orenia Ave Haense” Ser Bjolfr exclaimed

“Ave Haense Ave Oren!” Shouted Ser Bjolfr Nord

Ser Bjolfr would smile folding the note and sending to his wife in curon” Hopefully Klaudia and I can finally enjoy sometimes with the children away from all this misery and war” he said with a hopeful sigh

Ser Bjolfr would stand with the Kortreviches with a grim expression on his face” I brought you all here to haense, raise you all like my own. Only to be betrayed and forgotten by those who I served”

“I Remember being in that court when Sigmar Lothar bent the knee to Aurelius I’ve served ever since then. I have seen this empire deteriorate into chaos, Only a TRUE Horen can bring peace to the realm of man and that is not Pertinaxi Pretenders but the house of Horen-Marna. Ave Orenia, Ave Haense” Ser Bjolfr would proclaim

Ser Bjolfr would smile as he looked out his window in Reza” Ave Orenia Ave Haense”

“GODAN save the Emperor” Exclaimed Ser Bjolfr