The twins were up and on their feet in seconds and rushing up the stairs. The twins rushed for the front doors and threw them back.
It had been raining hard outside, not quite thundering but hard enough to make it look black and bleak outside. They twins peered through the thick veil of night and rain and saw two figures approaching Jorvashkr. As they approached they saw that one was holding the other up, or rather dragging their limp form along.
"Help, please!"
They got closer and the twins saw that it was Gunnar and Skjor and both had red rain dripping off them.
"What happened?" Farkas asked they approached.
"Help"
Vilkas stopped and saw that it wasn't rain pouring down Gunnar's face, but mostly tears from his good eye, his handsome face contoured in agony.
"Gunnar?" Vilkas asked.
Gunnar got closer, working his way up the steps and the twins saw the reason for the old warrior's pain.
There was a sword and several arrows jutting from Skjor's chest. And the old Companion wasn't limp... he was dead.
(Skjor's death made me bawl, who knew that a punch of pixels could do that to someone? Anyway, I'm booked for the rest of the week but I'll try and post this weekend, until then laters)
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timeasmymeasure
Old Scales 31b/?
Date: 2013-03-05 11:29 pm (UTC)"You heard that right?"
The twins were up and on their feet in seconds and rushing up the stairs. The twins rushed for the front doors and threw them back.
It had been raining hard outside, not quite thundering but hard enough to make it look black and bleak outside. They twins peered through the thick veil of night and rain and saw two figures approaching Jorvashkr. As they approached they saw that one was holding the other up, or rather dragging their limp form along.
"Help, please!"
They got closer and the twins saw that it was Gunnar and Skjor and both had red rain dripping off them.
"What happened?" Farkas asked they approached.
"Help"
Vilkas stopped and saw that it wasn't rain pouring down Gunnar's face, but mostly tears from his good eye, his handsome face contoured in agony.
"Gunnar?" Vilkas asked.
Gunnar got closer, working his way up the steps and the twins saw the reason for the old warrior's pain.
There was a sword and several arrows jutting from Skjor's chest. And the old Companion wasn't limp... he was dead.
(Skjor's death made me bawl, who knew that a punch of pixels could do that to someone? Anyway, I'm booked for the rest of the week but I'll try and post this weekend, until then laters)