Round 7
The Men of the kingdoms stood around the body of the law speaker and didn’t quite know what to do. What was that oath he made? It was a funny wording and it reminded them of something a hovgod would say at a blot, praising the Gods. Warmaster answered them. “He was a follower of Christ, but I can’t exactly say what his prayer meant. It was strange to my ears too”. The man called Sarathos stepped out of the ranks with an accusing finger. “What do you mean about a follower of Christ? Who is this Christ you speak of?” One of the Rus men answered: “White Christ was the only son of the Jewish God, or so they claim those down in Constantinople. A few of the Swedes and Norwegians stirred and spat on the ground. One of them had something to say: “Odin and his sons, yeah our God have several sons, will not approve of this. I think it might offend them to learn that we had a White Christ follower as the law speaker at His Thing”. The other Norse shouted hear, hear. “Odin might even smite us with soot or weak arms in battle for this offense”. The warrior called Sarathos turned on Warmaster, “You seem to have known that the law speaker was a white Christ follower, how did you come to such knowledge?” Sarathos grabbed the tunic of Warmaster. A small wooden cross attached to a leather cord around Warmaster’s neck spilled out of the tunic. “What have we here? I think we have another one”. Sarathos let go of Warmaster’s tunic and grabbed the pommel of his sword. “I call you out on a Holmgang. Let’s see whose God favours who. Your God against mine.
Sarathos stepped away from Warmaster and the crowd made a clearing in the throng. Warmaster stood with his head bowed and someone threw a sword at his feet. “Come on Jew, show your skills with the sword. Let’s see if your faith is more than sucking thumb” The others laughed at the jest. Warmaster looked defeated and would not take up the sword. One of the Rus chimed in: “I heard that master of yours were a man lover, is this so?” More laughter was heard. Warmaster seemed to not care. He knew he wouldn’t stand a chance against a Norse battle hardened warrior, besides his master did forbid it. Turn the other cheek was the mantra and his followers had done so and were murdered. Warmaster looked up towards the sky and calmly spoke: “My Lord my God, I give my soul to thee.” Sarathos exclaimed: “Not another weakling… I remember having seen this display before. How could I have forgotten? There were many fine and barely ripe women on the isles south of Hjaltland that did that display of meekness. I thought they were giving their maiden head to me as a gift and it was me that they called Lord. HAHAHHAHAA it was actually a prayer to that White Christ? This is too good to be truth”.
Warmaster finally reacted: “Those were innocent nuns, you bastard!!” Warmaster grabbed the sword and with the strength of faith slashed at Sarathos. Sarathos did not expect this and was caught off guard. He received three wounds from the frantic slashing of Warmaster and was bleeding much. Sarathos was losing strength but he was the better warrior and countered the next attacks giving Warmaster a few wounds too. Warmaster made a final attempt to get back at Sarathos, but this time Sarathos was prepared. As Warmaster tried to use the sword as a spear, Sarathos twirled and lopped Warmasters head off by a well placed blow to the neck.
Warmaster was floating in darkness and hurried to a light which made him feel comfort. In the light he found friends waiting for him and he was at peace.
In the Rus camp, Fenring felt much better, surprisingly much better after yesterdays Holmgang. The healing process was nearly unnaturally fast. The wounds had closed and his muscles weren’t sore. He could nearly function as usual. He walked over to his tent and picked up a skin of mead. As he gulped down its contents he saw a small man standing a little way up grinning at him. Before Fenring realised his mistake he was on the ground with stomach cramps. “Damn that dwarf, he has poisoned me”, was the only words he could utter before slipping into darkness.
Fenring felt a little agitated when he found himself in a field of flowers. He was killed by the worst thinkable and cowardly way, and by a half man. This didn’t bode well for the place at Odin’s table. A woman’s voice came from behind him and he felt two lithe arms snuggling around his waist: “Hello there stranger, I am to take you home. Do you mind spending some time here first?” Fenring turned in the embrace and answered when he saw who stood behind him: “Not at all, I believe I have an eternity waiting. A few moments in this place shouldn’t matter at all”. The woman laughed and kissed him deeply.
Killed: (8)
Twilightblade (R1)
Caius (R2)
Rythmic (R3)
Eliit Tuhkur (R4)
shlin28 (R4)
Proletariat (R5)
Kukrikhan (R6)
Fenring (R7)
Killed in Holmgang: (6)
makaikhaan (R1)
FactionHeir (R2)
Andres (R3)
woad&fangs (R4)
GeneralHankerchief (R5)
Warmaster Horus (R6)
Lynched: (6)
CountArach (R1)
Tratorix (R2)
glyphz (R3)
El Diablo (R4)
Seamus (R5)
Crazed Rabbit (R6)
WoG: (6)
scottishranger (R3)
TevashSzat (R4)
Quintus.J.Cicero (R4)
Kagemusha (R5)
pevergreen (R5)
Omanes (R5)
Living: (10)
Craterus
discovery1
Gaius Scribonius Curio
Husar
Ichigo
LittleGrizzly
Motep
Privateerkev
Sarathos
TinCow
Vote people... Deadline at 2000 GMT on Freya's day the 22nd of August