The continued adventures of not Vikings
04-27-2018, 07:54 PM
Frey's expression changes from confusion to realisation. Looking around at the walls he says "Then the Lich is not permanently felled. Our men will need to sweep this fort to ensure it's abominable spirit has not found purchase in flesh again."
Waiving one of the officers over he speaks tells the man to do a thorough search of the fort. Once the officer runs off Frey turns his attention back to Leewan "Those damned fiends always overstay their welcome with the living. The day the church supplies us enough Glass to slay them all is the day Themis descends from the heavens." The last sentence is said with poorly hidden bitterness and a moment of awkward silence follows with Leewan unsure how to possibly respond.
Snapping his attention towards the gate Frey nods and says "You wish to confirm the death of our King? Don't say I didn't warn you of the terrible sight he is." Immediately stomping off, Leewan follows quickly behind. The soldiers rushing through the gate make movement slow but with a few shouts from officers a path is made for the two lords of Acren to pass and Leewan soon thereafter gazes upon the mutilated corpse of the king. Upon seeing the disfigured body, Leewan realizes Frey wasn't exaggerating; eyes and tongue pecked out by carrion make up the least gruesome injuries to the body as the jaw gapes open having been broken similarly to the limbs, bent and twisted to unnerving angles. Most terribly the stomach was opened with a knife leaving innards hanging halfway but the intestines pulled out to act as rope used to hand the corpse from the gate. Were it not for Leewans experience with battle and the more... unsavoury elements of statehood he would be forced to avert his eyes.
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Opening the celler Gwain is immediately greeted by the unmistakable smell of rotten meat that emanates from the dark room below. The smell is so strong that it rapidly fills the room and forces everyone within to cover their noses in an attempt to save their sense of smell. Robillard, eagerly ready to leap down into the unknown, takes a moment to wonder what could be down below him and realizes that the hay on top of the entrance was likely there to seal the smell as best as possible. Perhaps a warning or simply the Lichdoms tendency to utilize any food, no matter how spoiled.
Waiving one of the officers over he speaks tells the man to do a thorough search of the fort. Once the officer runs off Frey turns his attention back to Leewan "Those damned fiends always overstay their welcome with the living. The day the church supplies us enough Glass to slay them all is the day Themis descends from the heavens." The last sentence is said with poorly hidden bitterness and a moment of awkward silence follows with Leewan unsure how to possibly respond.
Snapping his attention towards the gate Frey nods and says "You wish to confirm the death of our King? Don't say I didn't warn you of the terrible sight he is." Immediately stomping off, Leewan follows quickly behind. The soldiers rushing through the gate make movement slow but with a few shouts from officers a path is made for the two lords of Acren to pass and Leewan soon thereafter gazes upon the mutilated corpse of the king. Upon seeing the disfigured body, Leewan realizes Frey wasn't exaggerating; eyes and tongue pecked out by carrion make up the least gruesome injuries to the body as the jaw gapes open having been broken similarly to the limbs, bent and twisted to unnerving angles. Most terribly the stomach was opened with a knife leaving innards hanging halfway but the intestines pulled out to act as rope used to hand the corpse from the gate. Were it not for Leewans experience with battle and the more... unsavoury elements of statehood he would be forced to avert his eyes.
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Opening the celler Gwain is immediately greeted by the unmistakable smell of rotten meat that emanates from the dark room below. The smell is so strong that it rapidly fills the room and forces everyone within to cover their noses in an attempt to save their sense of smell. Robillard, eagerly ready to leap down into the unknown, takes a moment to wonder what could be down below him and realizes that the hay on top of the entrance was likely there to seal the smell as best as possible. Perhaps a warning or simply the Lichdoms tendency to utilize any food, no matter how spoiled.
