It was raining in Mountumbria. As the rain poured down, Wulfric sat in an enclosed forest, sharpening his two blades. The rain drops slid down the Bastian steel, as the whetstone slid across it. Wulfric was dressed in his normal attire, with chainmail covering his torso under his tunic. Wulfric had been praying and sharpening his sword for hours, perhaps his faith in the spirit was too strong...
A few weeks ago, Johnathan Birkwood unboarded a small ship, he had an eyepatch on, he held a cane, and he shaved his beard. The disguise was good. He met Alfons Birkwood in a Forrest, where he was betrayed. Wulfric could picture it in his head, every detail according to what he was told; Frenzimar telling Alfons to Kill Birkwood. The sword going through his father, before he fell to the ground.
Wulfric snapped himself out of the trance, and resumed sharpening his blade. He thought that the spirit would allow him to win because he was fighting against Frenzimar Heinrich, to convict him for something he /did/ do. But he was wrong. If there was a spirit, it favored Heinrich for some absurd reason.
The rain has stopped by the time that the Young Stag reached the arena. Theon Birkwood, and Elora Birkwood were watching, along with his barons, and Frenzimar's. As he approached Wulf Gray, the Heinrich bastard, and Frenzimar's champion, he drew both of his blades.
Thunder struck, Wulfric woke up, he was in the hospital wing of the castle. He hesitantly looked down towards his legs, his right foot was missing, his stub now wrapped in bandages. He could feel the throbbing pain in his ribcage as the family words were stuck in his head. "He who passes the sentence should swing the sword," He fell back asleep.
Wulf Gray lounged at him with his spear, Wulfric blocked, testing the strength of the shaft, it was Bastian forged. He had no chance of breaking it. He backed up, blocking more of Wulf's attacks. He tried to get behind Wulf, but before he knew it, he was on the ground. He felt his ribcage break when Wulf Gray started kicking him...
The throbbing pain in his foot and ribcage woke him again. It was dark, he would have to punish Alfons for the crimes he confessed to on the morrow. The nurse soon gave him something for his pain, he fell asleep again, this time the dream was different, he was watching as Wulf Gray say on top of him, punching him in the face. He saw his dagger go into Wulf's back, as he cursed at Wulfric, backing up. He saw as the spear made its mark in his foot. He saw his sister crying as Theon watched in pure amusement. He watched himself yield, and his men carry him away, his foot on the ground.
"I loose my damn foot and you think it's amusing?!?!!" That is What woke Wulfric up. His own yelling at Theon. Despite the pain, Wulfric pushed himself out of bed, grabbing a crutch, and limping towards the Courtyard. The rain had stopped for the battle, but it had been pouring since he lost his foot. He walked on, towards Alfons, his hand was resting on a tree stump. "Alfons Birkwood, on this day, I sentence you to the loss of your hand. You will Also be called the Kinslayer for the rest of your days," Wulfric grabbed a sword that was being offered to him, he took off Alfons "Kinslayer" Birkwood's left hand, before his servants had to help him back to bed.
Alfons confessed to killing Johnathan, but never said anything about aiding Heinrich in his confession, he stated it before, in a letter. Heinrich demanded a trial by combat, Alfons accepted his punishment.
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A few weeks ago, Johnathan Birkwood unboarded a small ship, he had an eyepatch on, he held a cane, and he shaved his beard. The disguise was good. He met Alfons Birkwood in a Forrest, where he was betrayed. Wulfric could picture it in his head, every detail according to what he was told; Frenzimar telling Alfons to Kill Birkwood. The sword going through his father, before he fell to the ground.
Wulfric snapped himself out of the trance, and resumed sharpening his blade. He thought that the spirit would allow him to win because he was fighting against Frenzimar Heinrich, to convict him for something he /did/ do. But he was wrong. If there was a spirit, it favored Heinrich for some absurd reason.
The rain has stopped by the time that the Young Stag reached the arena. Theon Birkwood, and Elora Birkwood were watching, along with his barons, and Frenzimar's. As he approached Wulf Gray, the Heinrich bastard, and Frenzimar's champion, he drew both of his blades.
Thunder struck, Wulfric woke up, he was in the hospital wing of the castle. He hesitantly looked down towards his legs, his right foot was missing, his stub now wrapped in bandages. He could feel the throbbing pain in his ribcage as the family words were stuck in his head. "He who passes the sentence should swing the sword," He fell back asleep.
Wulf Gray lounged at him with his spear, Wulfric blocked, testing the strength of the shaft, it was Bastian forged. He had no chance of breaking it. He backed up, blocking more of Wulf's attacks. He tried to get behind Wulf, but before he knew it, he was on the ground. He felt his ribcage break when Wulf Gray started kicking him...
The throbbing pain in his foot and ribcage woke him again. It was dark, he would have to punish Alfons for the crimes he confessed to on the morrow. The nurse soon gave him something for his pain, he fell asleep again, this time the dream was different, he was watching as Wulf Gray say on top of him, punching him in the face. He saw his dagger go into Wulf's back, as he cursed at Wulfric, backing up. He saw as the spear made its mark in his foot. He saw his sister crying as Theon watched in pure amusement. He watched himself yield, and his men carry him away, his foot on the ground.
"I loose my damn foot and you think it's amusing?!?!!" That is What woke Wulfric up. His own yelling at Theon. Despite the pain, Wulfric pushed himself out of bed, grabbing a crutch, and limping towards the Courtyard. The rain had stopped for the battle, but it had been pouring since he lost his foot. He walked on, towards Alfons, his hand was resting on a tree stump. "Alfons Birkwood, on this day, I sentence you to the loss of your hand. You will Also be called the Kinslayer for the rest of your days," Wulfric grabbed a sword that was being offered to him, he took off Alfons "Kinslayer" Birkwood's left hand, before his servants had to help him back to bed.
Alfons confessed to killing Johnathan, but never said anything about aiding Heinrich in his confession, he stated it before, in a letter. Heinrich demanded a trial by combat, Alfons accepted his punishment.
@Aurumuld @xref74 @Nano_Kay @TutiDias
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