Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190505142549/@comment-17114085-20190515141924

"I did." Bakel replied. He put one hand on his daughter's head and petted her, a bit too strongly.

Durzha pushed his hand away when he pulled it back.

"Gah, look at her! She will grow into a strong warrior." Bakel said, downing the rest of his drink. "Mornz! Bring more ale!"

Servants and Mornz brought some dried meat and stew to the table along with more ale.

"You've met Mornz, my Heart-Wife." Bakel said. "My oldest wife. Been married to her since I killed her former husband and took this place for myself. Durzha here is her spawn, as is the champion you bloodied outside my gates."

Mornz avoided eye-contact with Lamush. "I'm grateful you didn't kill my Boruus."

Kal stopped his attack with her blades and got in between his armor, leaving deep cuts.

"Gah!" The Orc screamed and tried to move back. He was losing a lot of blood now, she had cut him on his wrist.

The Companions pushed the Orcs back and killed one of them, leaving only 3 left. The Orcs still thought they had a chance, so they didn't decide to retreat.

The Dremora's swing hit the Orc guards right on their shields, however, the two Orcs supported each other and their shieldwall held against the Daedra.

They tried to stab the Dremora in return, but their weapons could not get past the Daedric Armor.

"Aunt Mabil." Harald said greeting the old woman that was brought into the palace by an escort of guards. Beside her was her daughter, Harald's cousin. "Magna. Good to see you both."

Mabil walked up to the lad and hugged him. "I haven't seen you in years, look how long your beard has gotten."

"I should've stopped by Blekstein more often." Harald said.

"I should've been the one to come to Vindhelm more often." She said with a sad expression. "Where is he?"

"Olaf has moved him to the Hall under the palace. The priests are keeping him preserved until the funeral." Harald replied.

"Please, take me too him." Mabil asked.

Harald nodded. He didn't want to go down there. He had seen his father's corpse enough times the past few days, but his aunt had not had the time to mourn so he accompanied her to offer her comfort. "Follow me."

The guards stayed behind while Magna followed to the to Hall of the Dead. Sigurd's body was being kept in a small room at the entrance to the crypt, where the resident priest would clean the body and prepare them.

When they got there, Mabil approached Sigurd's side and grabbed his hand. "He looks peaceful, just like he's sleeping."

Olaf was there, he had hardly left his father's side since his death. A vigil, to atone for his sins against his father. "He is in Sovngarde now, feasting in the Hall of Shor with mother and grandfather and all the others." He offered kind words to his aunt.

Mabil started crying. Magna hugged her and the two brothers stood back and waited for their aunt to mourn.