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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/27/2016 5:42:20 AM
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[b][i][u]Fall....[/u][/i][/b]
[b]The coming winter was certainly going to a be a cold one. There were already blizzards, and snow that blanketed the village and the dojo courtyards.
The trees were bare, and the crunching of snow could be heard.
Hawkwood raises his greatsword with his right hand, placing his left hand across his chest and touching his right shoulder.
Legion Etiquette he called it.
Standing some feet away was Kross, who had the same posture. [/b]
"I'm sorry it's come to this, Hawkwood"
[i]"I Am not My Lord. The ring is mine. The souls are mine." [/i]
"Hawkwood You're going mad. Can't you see?"
[i]"You're the mad one here..." [/i]
[b]Hawkwood suddenly rushed forward, slashing upwards with his greatsword.
Kross rolls to the side, slashing Hawkwood's leg and getting him to one knee.
Kross rolled again, getting behind Hawkwood and stabbing through his back, the sword exiting his chest [/b]
[i]"It's been an honour...."[/i]
[b]Kross pulled the sword out, dripping with Hawkwood's blood. [/b]
[i]"I'm a Deserter. Who fought til the end." [/i]
[b]He collapses forward, the snow becoming red with his blood. [/b]
[b]Kross kneeled down, the souls Hawkwood had were claimed by his killer, Kross.
Now, Kross had to deal with his death. A good friend turned mad with power. [/b]
"Farewell..."
[spoiler]Open! As much as I would have like to have kept Hawkwood, I decided to follow dark souls story. Where he dies and your character gets a bunch of shit [/spoiler]
English
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Hello, Kross. *Mortar slowly forms behind Kross, looking at the corpse* It's been a while. I see you've been busy
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[b]Hawkwood's body slowly disappears, drifting around Kross for a moment [/b] "I didn't want to do it Mortar. I didn't. He was my friend. I trained with him, laughed with him, drank with him. I bled with him, fought with him. He was my brother in Arms."
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*Mortar sighs* I know, Kross. You two were close, but it had to be done. It will relieve him to know that he was relieved by a friend rather than consumed by an enemy
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[b]Kross chokes, holding back tears [/b] "Why'd he have to go and do that? Become consumed with power the way Aldrich and Pontiff were? He had so much good in him."
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*Mortar notices him choked up slightly, and tries to comfort him by placing a hand on his back* I don't know Kross. As much as I would love to find out why, I cannot read the minds of people, and can only assume the reasons behind ones actions. *He pats Kross's back slightly* It's okay bud, let it out. No one else is watching.
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[b]Kross drops the sword that had killed Hawkwood, the Profaned Greatsword. Once the weapon of Pontiff Sulyvahn. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve [/b] "I swore never to kill again. Pontiff and his soul turned my lordship into a monstrosity." [spoiler]Such a tragic story for such an honorable man eh?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]yup[/spoiler] I'm really sorry Kross. But who know what could have happened if you left him be
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"Yeah. It was for the better. I understand that... I do." [b]He sighs, picking up the blade [/b] "I complain about Pontiff, yet I hold a relic of his. Hypocritical perhaps?" [b]He sheaths it on his back.[/b]
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Nah, it means you have a friend
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"In what way?"
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Well, you complain about him, and yet you hold onto something that he gave to you. If you weren't his friend you wouldn't have the blade.
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"I killed Pontiff. The way I killed Aldrich. The way I killed Hawkwood." [b]He sighs [/b] "I spoke to him true, he told me his story. But I took the weapon after defeating him."
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But you keep his weapon. You keep it because you want him to stay with you beyond his grave.
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"I suppose in a way that is very true."
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Yes... Why don't I help you cheer up?
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"How do you plan on that?"
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Well I have this one joke... *Mortar takes a deep breath before continuing* A tourist is backpacking through the highlands of Scotland, and he stops at a pub to get a drink. And the only people in there is a bartender and an old man nursing a beer. And he orders a pint, and they sit in silence for a while. And suddenly the old man turns to him and goes, "You see this bar? I built this bar with my bare hands from the finest wood in the county. Gave it more love and care than my own child. But do they call me MacGregor the bar builder? No." Points out the window. "You see that stone wall out there? I built that stone wall with my bare hands. Found every stone, placed them just so through the rain and the cold. But do they call me MacGregor the stone wall builder? No." Points out the window. "You see that pier on the lake out there? I built that pier with my bare hands. Drove the pilings against the tide of the sand, plank by plank. But do they call me MacGregor the pier builder? No. But you -blam!- one goat ... "
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"MacGregor the goat -blam!-er?" [b]Kross laughs and doubles over, trying to catch his breath[/b]
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I know! I got the joke off a youtube video too! of all places! *He laughs a little too*
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"A youtu.be video? Shame it's cancer now."
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Cancer? I found it off an inspirational video from TED. THAT'S the funny part
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"Ted created an inspirational video?"
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No, a company called TED. Someone from Pixar was on the video and made the joke. [spoiler]This is an actual video. Look up "TED talk Pixar" on Youtube[/spoiler]
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"Aha I see. That makes sense I suppose."
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Yeah... It's weird, but that joke killed me when i first heard it
