Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150301192956/@comment-5583506-20150307144742

SkyrimsShillelagh wrote: Perdix let out several gasps and surprised noises whenever Valkyrie was hit, and a triumphant smile broke out across his face when she killed Sturkas. Perdix jumped over the side of the pit's barrier and landed flawlessly on the ground. He proceeded to kneel next to the Matriarch and yanked the axe from her breast plate.

Why the hell was he the one doing this? By Sai, he was hungry.  Nevermind, more important things than your stomach at the moment, Perdix. He told himself.

He slid one arm behind Valkyrie's knees and another behind her neck and lifted her off the ground with a grunt, before carrying her from the arena, and laying her down on the first comfortable surface that presented itself.

He pulled the health potions Gisla had given him from his pouch and forced Valkyrie's mouth opened, pouring each one in turn down. Now, one might attribute this to kindness and caring. While that might've been partially true, Perdix also knew that if he saved her life Valkyrie's disposition to him would expotentionally increase. Which meant getting one step closer to reclaiming his title as Guildmaster. He didn't need the money. It was a matter of honor now.

As her wounds started to close Perdix held Valkyrie's cheeks with a hand and shook her head, trying to wake her up.

"Hey, pretty lady, wake up." He murmured silently, to himself really. I need you to make me important again. Torsdolk and the rest of the members of Clan Ghost-Wolf rushed to their Matriarch's side.

"The Matriarch has been wounded!" shouted Torsdolk to his companions. "I need healers and a stretcher! NOW!"

While the staff were too confused to understand what was going on, they just stood there and looked at each other worryingly.

"The fuck are you waiting for?! Go!" commanded Torsdolk and slammed his axe in the ground.

That was the sign that he was close to do something irrational in order to save his niece's life. Staff members and warriors leapt all over the arena in order to find nearby aid for their clan leader.

Torsdolk sat down eagerly by Valkyrie's side. "V-Valkyrie?!" he said with a trembling voice.

Valkyrie was in a daze. Even though her wounds had been healed she had lost a lot of blood and was suffering from anemia. She barely turned her head in her uncle's direction.

"No! No! No!" sobbed Torsdolk and squeezed her hand hard. "You stupid girl! Why?! Why did you agree to this?!" He drew breath. "Hold on, you hear me?! Don't you dare fucking die! Lovis is on her way!"

Valkyrie mumbled something incoherently and tried to focus her gaze on something. Her head was slowly twisting and turning, and her body was bathing in cold sweat. She looked up at the strange man standing over her.

She gave him a dazed smile. "J-Jack?" she murmured, before she fell unconscious.

-

When Armstark had seen his father fall to the ground with an entire greatsword run through his skull, he had roared in wrath and agony and killed one of his own staff members in a fit of rage. He knew what this meant however...

He was to be the new Patriarch of Clan Cave-Bear. He was to be responsible for the clan's survival. Something which looked even more bleak now. His father had confessed about Clan Cave-Bear's crimes committed against Clan Ghost-Wolf. Everyone had heard it. Every member of Clan Ghost-Wolf, Bone Obelisk and even people of his own staff who had been unaware of what kind of man Sturkas Cave-Bear had been. Things were not looking good for him.

He looked at his brothers. They all stood with their heads lowered in mourning, all save for Kettil, who looked just as indifferent as ever.

''Father always prevented me from killing that monster. But with him gone there is nothing standing in my way.''

"I... I suppose that we have to honour our father's promises now", said Gylfing somberly. "We have to release Lilja Ghost-Wolf." He looked at his younger brother Farvild. "Sorry, Farvild, but it looks like your marriage will have to be... postponed."

Farvild sighed heavily. "I know", he lamented. "However, it wouldn't be more than right. Lilja was just another victim of father's crimes."

Farvild was suddenly struck across the face by the strong palm of Armstark. "Crimes?!" growled Armstark. "How can it be a crime to kill werewolves?! They are monsters! Our father only did his god-given duty! And for that he was killed! Right before our eyes! By one of those... those freaks, nonetheless!"

Farvild rubbed his cheek indignantly. "It was an honest duel", he said to his defense. "It was he who challenged Valkyrie, not the other way around."

Armstark glared at his younger brother with restrained anger. "Perhaps you should come to respect your new Patriarch's opinion in time, my brother..."

-

Lovis came rushing across the fighting pit with a couple of staff members carrying a stretcher to Valkyrie's side.

The elderly Breton had tears in her eyes. "NO!" she gasped out when she saw the Matriarch, another one of those pups she had helped to bring and raise into this world.

Torsdolk looked at her. "Quickly! Carry her into Vargine Hall and put her on a bed!" He then pointed at Ma'Khenro and Halvar Wide-Jaws. "You two, retrieve the Matriarch's sword." And lastly he pointed at Juliana Nymus. "And you, you will seal the bargain behind this duel! Talk to those... fucking Cave-Bears and demand the release of Lilja!"

The three Ghost-Wolf members put a clenched fist to their chests and bowed. "Yes, my lord!"

As they carried the delirious Matriarch up on the stretcher and started to carry her away, back to the keep, she was still looking out for the stranger whom she had seen standing over her...