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Wrath of the North
The city was a beautiful place. Even in the aftermath of the successful raid. Many houses were burnt most had been looted, but it was a beautiful city in spite of the carnage of war.
Gylkryst strode down one of the larger streets of Cair Cirban looking up at down at the architecture and the layout of continent cities. It was much nicer than any city ever built in Dugar. He hated every man woman and child that called this place their home, but he was ready to accept their homes as his own.
He walked with an escort of five of his most well established warriors. All of them wore the red tunics and cloaks of the Bludvargr, and now carried many jeweled strands and golden chains of jewelry about their necks, and tucked into their belts. The wolves were now rich. But to Gylkryst, riches meant nothing. He had enough back home if he so wished. He wanted more continent blood.
The 6 warriors found a larger building, maybe at one point it was a brothel, or tavern. It no longer mattered, it was the new wolves den, and Gylkryst's new home. A few of the Cirion were inside the building, looting the treasures of the fantastic city. The Bludvargr,and these continent pirates had a very uneasy alliance. The Thronar brothers had it in better with the continent people, but the Bludvargr had been prepared to hate them, no matter the cost. The pirates weren't looking for a fight with 6 heavily armored Dugans however, and they took their spoils and left.
Gylkryst's men did what they were paid for and went about plotting out the building, seeing if it was a suitable hall for the brotherhood. As the afternoon faded to evening more wolves staggered into the new 'den' and made themselves at home, with wounds, riches, stories, and more than a few women. Gylkryst sat on a throne style chair stolen from another building by one of the men. He pondered over the battles events. Every man he killed, every scream he heard, every bone crushed, played back before his eyes. He had inflicted pain on the ones he hated, but did he feel satisfaction. To think on one's emotions too much was folly, and so after a bit he gave himself to drink. A bottle of a clear liquid, like the color of fresh water was brought to him. A man said it was stolen from a cash in one of the jewel hunters places of residence. He took a long drought and felt his throat swell. It burnt like ice water, and made his eyes warm. And then his brain was quiet, so he drank more, and more, until the hall became a merry place, and the spirits of the dead rested.
The next morning he awoke to the faint yellow light of continent sun coming through the high windows of his new hall. His head throbbed, but he was used to the pain. He walked out the door, undoing his baggy pleated trousers, and pissed on the road outside the building. The town was coming alive. in spite of the warfare, the people of Cair Cirban, and now it's new occupants were going about life as if it were normal. War was a strange thing he thought. He walked back into the hall to see the men now stirring from beneath benches and tables, and naked slave women cowering next to their new owners, fear, and tears in all their eyes. He scanned their frightful faces, and found none to his liking. They were scum-born women.
Then a hail came from the door way, and in strode the Thronar Brothers, in their lordly regalia, and with an entourage of fine looking warriors.
"Hail and well met." said the brother known as Nafien.
"Hail." he replied.
"I see your men have made a good haul in their loot, and slaves. Are you satisfied with the spoils?"
"It is enough." he said.
"We are happy to hear you are satisfied then." Nafien said, and turned to leave. He was stopped by the armored arm of his brother Rathis.
"You say you're satisfied, but i see you long for more." Rathis spoke boldly, and without much of a diplomatic tone. Gylkryst admired his forwardness.
"Truly. I seek vengeance, taking their riches is one thing, I want lives."
"You tasted many in the fray yesterday lord," it was Nafien that spoke this time,"I saw your exploits myself."
Gylkryst had been in a frenzy that day, but had time to notice that the man who spoke to him now was a very fine warrior in his regard. Gylkryst enjoyed the compliment silently.
"We've come to ask you another favor red-wolf." Rathis spoke again. "It took us much money to get our ships from Bubar to this site, and with our re-building project, we are short on men as it is. We made great profit off this raid, but we must return to our new home. Cair Cirban is yours now, for all we care, but we do not want to lose our alliance with you, your men, our this city. So we need you help. We need more money."
"What do you have in mind friends?" Gylkryst asked. He led the brothers to the throne where he passed around a bottle of the water liquor. The Thronar brothers called it Vodka, but didn't care for the spirits. Gylkryst sipped the vodka, and listened the the proposition of the Thronar brothers. They had the raid planned out well. the town, the strategy of attack. He liked it. He also found out a small time lord would be involved. Killing a lord would do a lot for his blood lust, so he agreed. At twenty years old, Gylkryst had seen many battles, but never killed like this, out of pure hatred and rage. He wasn't sure what the feeling was in him when he killed, but maybe killing someone more important would show him.
He told the Bludvargr the plan, and had his huskarls plan out the trip accordingly. it was what they were paid for. And he grabbed a full bottle of the vodka, and strolled into the street. He did not take his shield, but instead strapped his great sword to his back, and put his long dagger, called a saex in Dugar, onto his belt.
He drank deeply from the liquor, and in a flash heard the screams, and saw the faces, felt the bones crush, and saw his face; full of hatred and malice, snarling like a beast. He drank more. The sun was nearly a quarter of the way into the sky, before midday, and Gylkryst felt the effects of his new drink start to take hold of his body. He wandered into the city, deeper into it's beautiful heart. At one point he heard a man singing a song. The words were only 'lai lai' but the melody was foreign and beautiful to Gylkryst. Full of sorrow, and happiness. A strange combination for music, but one that he now loved. He saw strange fabrics in sacked traders stands, and he felt them. He had heard of silk before, and wondered if the liquid cloth in his hands might have been in fact silk.
Men and women hurried into alleys and door ways as they saw the tall young warrior shuffling down the cobbled roads. He began to sing the song he had heard earlier, but forgot most of it. so instead he sang the part he remembered over and over. And he drank more vodka.
His walk took him into a dark alley, where the buildings were close together, and higher than two daub houses stacked on each other. He looked up at them in wonder. And saw a sign. He could not read the strange language written there, but recognized the picture, and style, as perhaps a tavern. He stumbled in the open door way. The room was large, with wooden tables and benches in long rows. The walls had beautiful tapestries, not yet stolen by raiders, and the bar was stocked well, and had many goblets and glasses. The wolves had obviously not found this place yet.
There was only one patron, and the tavern keeper, who was an old man. The patron had dark skin, and a black beard he wore long. He was dressed in long robes of white, with decorative trim in gold and blue on them. He wore a hat on his head. But it was unlike any hat Gylkryst had seen, it looked like a piece of cloth wrapped many times around his head, and then made to stay put. The man was nervous, and didn't look at Gylkryst. The bar tender, who looked as if he were strong and agile, when he was young, just watched.
"Wodka." Gylkryst said, his accent heavy with drunkenness. "Wodka, now."
The bar tender took a bottle from the shelf and walked out from the bar where he handed it to Gylkryst. He took a silver coin from his purse, and handed it to the old man. The old man took it, and Gylkryst noticed thick wrinkled forearms, with black and blue pictures stained onto them. He Walked over to the bench across from the patron, with the strange hat. He stood behind it, and stared down at the man. The man sipped his drink, and did not look up. obviously trying to hide his fear.
"Eg drepa minandrengur," Gylkryst said to the man in his Nordic tongue. The man did not move, or look up. "Eg drepa minandrengur." He said again, a little more forceful. The man did not budge. "EG DREPA MINANDRENGUR!" Gylkryst yelled, and threw his old bottle to the floor, sending glass shattering everywhere. The man jumped and started to shiver with fright. "I like your hat." He said, then sat on the bench his back facing the man.
"It is called a turban, friend, it is the traditional headdress of my people." the man said his voice shaking, and his breath bated.
"Where are your people from?"
"The dessert of the Parparth."
"On the continent?"
"Yes?"
"I hate you."
"I'm sorry to hear that sir, i must be going." The man with the turban stood, and made to leave. Gylkryst rose quickly spinning on the man. With a drunken, and lazy swing he buffeted the man upside the head, knocking his turban loose and sending him sprawling into a table. The man whimpered like a child, gathered the loose cloth wrapping in his arms and ran out the door. Gylkryst watched him leave, and then took a long drink from the tavern keepers vodka.
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"Who the hell do you think you are?" a voice, that did not come from an old man, greeted Gylkryst in his drunken head. He turned clumsily, his cloak wrapping about him oddly, to see a woman standing, hand on her hip. She was beautiful.
She wore dark clothing, and the trousers of a man, but they did not hide her feminine qualities. Her tight bodice, and pants showed every curve of her figure. She wore a dark coat over these, it had shiny brass buttons, and a wavy trim that was strange to Gylkryst. She strode forward, her boots snapping down with each step on the floor.
As she got closer he noticed her height, she came only just up to Gylkryst's chest. But she was not afraid. Then Gylkryst noticed her hair. Red, like his cloak, like his ships sails, like his wolf shield, and banner. Never had Gylkryst seen red hair like this. Deep, and rich. it cascaded down her shoulders and fell playfully around her face. And her eyes, like the north sea after a storm.
"We are trying to run an honest business here, even after this damn raid, and you have to scare away our only PAYING patron. I ask you again, who the hell do you think you are?"
"Rjodr...vald...red..." Gylkryst was drunk, and caught unawares by this fiery beauty. He laughed to himself at his inability to speak properly. So instead he looked at her again, and noticed her strange ruffled border on her coat. He reached out to touch it, and just before his fingers brushed the frills, she had moved. She threw up and arm to brush his own away, and then placed both hands on his chest and shoved. He was not expecting to be pushed, and not expecting this small woman to have as much strength as she did. He stumbled backwards and felt the back of his legs touch a wooden bench, and he fell backwards, unable to stop himself. He landed on his back on a table top, his sheathed great sword jamming into his spine. His bottle of vodka dropped and broke on the floor.
The woman stood there fuming, ready to fight again if he went for her. But he looked at her face, and did not want to fight. The screams came back to him. Women and children, and his snarling bestial face spattered with blood. And his hate melted from him in that instant.
The red haired woman looked at this younger warrior. She had not expected him to fall as hard as he did, but she was now proud that she had bested him. She was braced for him to run at her, hands ready to draw her daggers. Then the warrior in red sat up, and laughed. He looked up into her eyes, his clouded with liquor. She saw tears there, and in the green and gold rings, she saw sorrow. His laugh turned to a mumble in a language she did not understand. And then he stood. Slowly, his eyes on the floor. When he had regained his full height he looked up at her again, the tears gone, but the sorrow remained.
"Eg drepa minandrengur." he said. And then he reached up and wiped a broad hand across his face. And a mask of stone came over him. He now showed no emotion, his skin stretched tight over his strong face. His eyes no longer green and gold, but dark, like the fur tree. He started Singing, a melody that repeated itself over and over. And then, readjusting his cloak and weapons, and marched with long strides from the tavern.
Gylkryst left the tavern, filled with a new found sobriety. He walked quickly and proudly back to his new 'wolves den' and right to his throne. He sat in the seat, and then held up a hand to all the men there, still planning his new trip.
"Wolves, brothers, and friends. I trust you all are doing you duties, and planning our new endeavor well. Tomorrow we will set off with the Thronar brothers to raid and pillage more of these filth continent dwellers. The screams, and the blood, and all the death we dealt here, in this last battle, will be nothing compared to what we will do to the folk of the country side. We will show this continent that we aren't here for gold, or cities. We are here to kill kings, as well as peasants. Women as well as men. The old, the young, and the defenseless." he paused and looked down to the ground. a tremor went through his body, but he growled to himself and did not let it take hold. "Let our sails redden the rivers of this continent, our tunics redden the shores, and our blades redden the soil that these worms call their home. Let us show them the Wrath of the North!"
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I like this a lot. It gives a deeper look into the dimension of Gylkryst's character.
That and I'm pleased you know me so well.
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haha! my bro.
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check out this ****! seriously 30+ views and only two comments? lemme know what you guys think!
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Words just can't describe the sheer awesomeness that is this story. Seriously, it had me on the edge of my seat the whole time, and when the person calling you out ended up being a woman, that's some M. Night Shyamalan **** right there. Gyl, yet again you amaze me with not only your fighting prowess, but also the beauty that spills from your fingertips and weaves itself into the work of art that we are all lucky enough to gaze upon today. My only comment/criticism is that it's not up in enough places. The national boards is the only place were it can be truly appreciated.
Your biggest fan,
Marathos Wilhelm
P.S. Are you going to be at the event? I'd love to get an autographed copy of this.
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speaking of M. night Shyamalan...
THE LAST AIRBENDER WILL BE SOOOO GOOD!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9W1dhqc-JBs
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MarathosWIlhelm wrote:
Words just can't describe the sheer awesomeness that is this story. Seriously, it had me on the edge of my seat the whole time, and when the person calling you out ended up being a woman, that's some M. Night Shyamalan **** right there. Gyl, yet again you amaze me with not only your fighting prowess, but also the beauty that spills from your fingertips and weaves itself into the work of art that we are all lucky enough to gaze upon today. My only comment/criticism is that it's not up in enough places. The national boards is the only place were it can be truly appreciated.
Your biggest fan,
Marathos Wilhelm
P.S. Are you going to be at the event? I'd love to get an autographed copy of this.
this is almost too much of a compliment, haha. yeah i'll be there, that's why i wrote the story.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7FTZPkdM084
musical aid...it's in the story. listen while you're reading, you may have to repeat it.
i may have some visual aid up this week too.
seriously roleplaying is really important to me. i want you all to share in what it means to be gylkryst the rjodrvaldyr with me. you after all make it possible for me to live out these stories, and i can never truely repay that favor...
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