Exiled Family/Widfara/The death and burial of Widfara
It was a cold morning, and Widfara rose with a chill in his heart, knowing that what he fought for would decide the future of his family and even of realms.
He wrote to Ancelin, knowing that whatever the outcome her childlke belief in "Tor" would be what would carry her through, and so he kept up the deception, that he was the "prophet". He instructed his scribe to leave it for her when she was healed, and waked outside to the dueling ring to face his opponent, Glorawarthien.
What happened next was beyond Widfara's skill to predict, let alone counter. within a few mvoes, Widfra had been outsmarted, and as the blade cut through him he gasped his last words, knowing that few would ever heed them... "There is no hope for the heartlands of the east now".
The healers rushed to him but too late, Widfara had already stopped breathing.
Gorch arrived on the shores of the south east, in Bieth, and immediately headed to te stronghold. The burial of Widfara was a sad day; and he was the only member of his family to be here.
Looking around at the other nobles, he saw delirium and chaos, fragmented leadership, and his brothers ultimate killer. he knelt down by Widfara and wept for the pointlessness. He knew that his retirement was over as of now; it wwas tme to face the real world agin.
San walked out over the streets of Ortedail, stopping and looking over the ramparts.
He turned to face the city and it was visible that he had been crying lately; usurprisingly, he had a lot to deal with. The usual things with politics he could always deal with but Alex's reaction to the news had really driven him over the edge.
He headed into the nearest tavern he could find and ordered himself a drink. It would be a long time before he was over this.
