Death of Olaf Flaktreus ((Semi-Closed RP))

wolfsword · Post by **wolfsword** » Thu Oct 29, 2009 4:25 am

((Semi-closed, open to people who IG know Olaf, or heard indirectly from one of my chars, Ranek or Samuel))

A little, green-robed halfling and a tall, barbaric-seeming man, also clad in a green robe and smelling of herbs walked through the trees near the southern forest. The hobbit's green hood of his robe is drooping, and both seem to be sad and depressed. Behind them, trails a wrapped corpse, very large. The human spoke, "I do not think we should bury him here. We should go north where he thought of it as 'just like home' and sail him off to home. I don't know. You decide, Sam."

"Uh.. not know, not know. We should make funeral in library roof, he spend time there all time! Always hurt.." The hobbit mutters something else saddily, out of anger: "Why did he have to be crazy? He think he can take all those Salks by himself? Even he should know he have better chance fighting off those uh.. weird, colored skeleton army then fighting a regiment of the Salks!" He sulks and continues walking beside the tall man.

The taller man gave a shrug and looked around the forest, then smiled as he saw a wolf run nearby, rather than being alerted, he called over to it. The wolf ignored him, but the tall man still had a smile to his face. He turned to the hobbit, 'Nevermind, Sam. We will bury him here." They proceeded to dig a large ditch and gently, very gently, placed the body inside. The taller man seemed to murmur slowly a chant in a different language, and the hobbit paused and waited, listening. The man finished speaking the chant and then looked to the hobbit, 'Time to dig him up. He'd like it here, Olaf.. Too bad the crazy bastard had to go like this. He would be the oldest of our clan, now.'

The two took a longer time to dig up the filled hole, then the taller man put up a sign and rocks near the grave, the sign saying, "Olaf Flaktreus of the Thunderfists." with his signature underneath, and a strange writing underneath that. The hobbit tugged at the older man's robe, then pointed to the floor, 'Ranek, maybe we should stay here a bit. Oh! We should smoke and make a fire, like we did over there, in Kenhe. Can we, Ranek?" The man nodded, smiling sadly, and took out several pipes, and placed one on Olaf's grave. At the last second, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a wolf-pelt, and dropped it on the grave as well.

"Let's smoke, like then, as you said Sam."

Post by **Drakon Gerwulf** » Fri Oct 30, 2009 4:10 am

Drakon got word in Vanima that Olaf was dead, quickly he dropped what he was doing and ran to Trolls Bane with only one thought on his mind he kept repeating it " He can't be dead......he can't be..." as he ran his lungs burned from the cool air and his legs ached but all he could think about was how Ranek and Sam were going to take it. He knew Ranek would be strong but Samuel he was unsure about he only meet him a few months ago and quickly became his friend. Then things changed and Drakon became busy and wasn't around as much as he was.When he reaches Trolls Bane he could see a drag mark on the path where the dirt was brushed away that lead out the east gate. He begins to follow it till it reaches the end of the path and into the woods he continued on the trail of disturbed dirt as well as the broken plants and branches. He soon beings to smell the smoke from the burning pipes and rushes even faster through the woods some of the low hanging branches hit him but he doesn't slow as the smell grew stronger he could see a tall figure then a smaller figure moving beside the other. Drakon slowed his pace as he appoached trying to hear what is being said but only hears silence. Finally he can see what seems to be fresh dirt covering a human sized grave his heart sinks to his stomach when he sees it is Ranek and Samuel smoking by the grave, when he finally steps in to view and stands by the grave all he can say was " We went to Hellbriar and back, my friend but this adventure you have to take alone." as he looks to Samuel and Ranek smoking quietly not saying a word he bows his head and stands silently with them.

Gabriel Lylth · Post by **Gabriel Lylth** » Fri Oct 30, 2009 4:50 am

From beyond the burial site a man might be seen, watching the scene unfold with a hard gaze. As he sees the body lowered, a single tear may be seen falling from his eye, and he quickly blinks, holding back what may follow.

After some time, he speaks softly, his voice rough in the cold daylight. "One of the few... May his soul find a place better than our own."

He continues watching silently, his expression empty, his only movement the shifting of his weight to relieve his legs. After what may seem an eternity, he pulls a single coin from within the folds of his robes, dropping it into the scattering of leaves that form the forest floor. "May you be forever remembered, friend."

wolfsword · Post by **wolfsword** » Sun Nov 22, 2009 8:11 am

The same halfling and barbarian, months later, are seen taking out the body with the company of an old, almost ancient, barbaric man. The old man, named 'Hakon' chants quiet rituals on the body, now merely skeletal remains, and between the three they un-dig the body and carrying it to the harbor. They take a small boat and enter it, saying goodbye to three figures there, two humans and an elf.

"I.. we'll be back within a week's time or two. Goodbye, all of you." Said the first, druidic barbarian, to the three. The small hobbit nodded dumbly, sniffed a little and wiped tears away from his sleeves. "We'll be back, Drakon-er, and Idrandal, and Gabriel." A small crowd of other people also seem to watch, but do not get close.

((Just so you guys can say you were 'there' to say goodbye, atleast))

Post by **Drakon Gerwulf** » Mon Nov 23, 2009 6:57 am

Drakon nods at Sam's words his eyes filled with sadness, He replies to Sam in a soft sad tone. " Sure Sam, please be safe and be strong for Renak he is going to need you more then ever. " He places his hand on Sam shoulder before standing up to say his goodbyes to Renak as well.

Drakon Gerwulf

Rafael · Post by **Rafael** » Mon Nov 23, 2009 4:50 pm

The elf vagely looks as the boat start to depart, he had been silent as the whole ritual was made, in his elven face feelings were usually hard to read well, though clearly anger was the predominant at the moment, if a person who didn't know him well would look at him. Instead, if an attentive person would try to read his face at the moment, could see the true sadness that hided in the deepness of the eyes, in the part where the true feelings lay. After remain for a long while without even making the slightest move, he started to seem restless, and finally spoke some words, likely too slow for anyone around him to hear: "stupid barbarian, why the good one have to be some dumbly brave?" sighted, as the anger faded slowly. "who will save my life and be a friend than never asked for anything now?¨almost groaned, then slowly walked away, melting into the forest, as some last words could be hear only heard by the gods "they protect you, my good and true brave friend".

wolfsword · Post by **wolfsword** » Tue Nov 24, 2009 11:35 pm

Ranek and Sam, barbarian and halfling, are both seen returning in the boat, minus the old man that accompanied them earlier.