Sirion (Realm)/Death of Brom Vats

The following commemorates the death of Sir Brom Vats.

Red Like Igneous Blood - The Death's Dance

The Bard: "Listen the sound of the march and battle horns. Straw and food burning in pyres gushing in the sky spiraled black smoke. The fires licking the sky. A red sun contemplated in the wings of a dragon. Many dragons. Red Dragons. Roaring to the enemy. In that evening of calm winds where the death danced her favorite dance. Ahhh, Montijo..."

"Wake up..."

Erik Eyolf: "And I woke up in the world of shades. Perhaps the death. The bard's words echoed in my head as the clang of a powerful bell. Until I open my eyes. And by the Elune, I don't know which powerful magic exists in the presence of Death himself. The sky was red with vivid fire, but the black smoke darkened the earth in a realm of terror. The soldiers died in battle were kneeling and looking their mortal remains to follow a long travel while another ones tried to fix their own guts. A small army of deformed ghosts they still joined in some endless fights, probably without noticing that the death had already danced there. The crows was still there, flying between the worlds, existing at the same time in the two. And in the eyes of a crow that savored a delicious banquet of human eye, I saw. I reminded.

The Stormwalkers marched to the battle. The arrows flying over our heads. Captain Karl walked at my side with a powerful shield. I could hear the first pain grunts of the soldiers behind me. The arrows bled us, but we moved forward. My swords began the battle dance of death.

Diving in the abyss I shimmered the worlds behind the world. When I looked at my sides I saw the fall of the first two dragons. Bleeding against the enemies swords the first wounded was Sir Edward of Limbar and Lord Uther Von Dingerlood. They took with them Sir Norman of Fontan. But I moved forward and it was necessary to preserve our wounded friends. To kill our enemies. But that damned bad luck. I walked in the field among the ghosts and I saw again the fall of the dragons. Sir Talius I got to see. And we dragged with us other two enemies to the profundities of unconsciousness. The most disturbing went to seek Sir Brom. When I looked at him, the crows attacked me and robbed my vision. Swords crossed my armour and bit my body.

I see myself covered with blood, feeling my onw blood flowing hot under the armor. I fall and many Red Dragons fell with me. Of the shades of death I saw my brother Karl running and sliding to kneel down at my side. The enemy horseman moved forward. Some few horses. Manticores. Katsuyori Takeda's sword tried to reach me, but a powerful shield protected my body. Captain Karl held the blow and attacked the horse, rotating the sword in the free hand to open the belly of the horse. The Stormwalkers bled the cavalry and everything that remained was a drunk ride in the direction of the arrows. The last Dragons that resisted bravely: Morgan, Mauricius and Fluturn. Guardians of the battlefield."

Erik looked at the General of Sirion and Marshal of the Red Dragons. He raised the mug and had a good sip of beer. He still felt the new scar burning a little. Cauterized with dragon fire in a silver blade.

Erik Eyolf: "That was what I saw in my insane dreams during my unconsciousness. Now tell me what I didn't get to see..."

The Red Dance Continues

Ryu looked at his Lord, his Judge and his good friend with a look of happiness and joy. Tired from the intensive battle and not able to speak with his powerful voice the Samurai answered...

Ryu Hinamoto: "Well my friend, Not many were able to see what happened but here it goes..."

As the battle advanced, many Dragons fell against the Fontanese heavy infantry and cavalry. Ryu was in the middle of the battlefield. In one side he had Erik Eyolf and the mighty Stormwalkers and at the other, Brom and the great Lashers. Even when many commanders were down, the battle was controlled until the worst happened...

An arrow crossed the entire field just to impact in Brom's chest. With a creeply scream Brom fell on his knees.

Ryu immediately turned to aid Brom. Many heavy Fontanese infantry was still in the middle. The Samurai ordered his men to make a circle around Brom as he was still on his knees and the Lashers were getting slaughtered but suddenly Ryu saw the Stormwalkers with Erik and Karl covering the Lashers in an attempt to avoid the General of Sirion enter in such area. They fought bravely but a big cavalry force stroke the Stormwalkers and Ryu could saw Erik felling on the ground from a fatal blow.

For a moment, the Samurai saw himself, deep in the shadowlands,watching his old time friends dieying for him, for his cause...

The General of Sirion didn't had more strength to keep struggling but then a roar was listened from everywhere. Brom was standing up and yelling like a raging Dragon. He broke the arrow that had hit his heart and with a look on his eyes full with courage and bravery charged the remains of the Fontanese cavalry.

Ryu seconded him and with the rest of the Dragons they finished the battle. Brom fell on the floor with a sword on his hand and smile on his face. Ryu aproached to him...

Ryu Hinamoto: "Brom! Brom! Stick with me my brother! There are many more battles to win!"

Brom Vats: "This was my battle Ryu, just never forget it, TO WAR AND GLORY!

And Brom's eyes closed just with the beginning of the rain...

The Tale

As Ingvarr heard the tales of the bard telling the story of how his son died, he held the grip of his sword with tremendous strength, he was in pain and in awe of how his son had battled till the last man.

After the bard finished his tale the only thing you could see on the old Ingvarr's face were tears, tears of joy, tears of anger.

Clearly in pain the old man asked.

Ingvarr: "You there, bard... what else can you tell me of this so called Sir Brom?"

Bard: "Well, to begin with, he was a brave man, completely dedicated to his companions, he was one of the leaders of the mighty Red Dragons, an army who is said that never lost a battle. He and his former companions are feared by the enemy, they say that this Brom never hesitated, he raged into battle as if it was the last one. A man to be remembered some say."

Ingvarr: "Such a stubborn. Always rushing, never thinking, he acted more by instinct than by common sense."

He mumbles to himself "That's my boy."

A grin was slowly showing at his face, and in that same moment the bard seeing something strange on the old man's face interrupts

Bard: "Old man, what is that on your mouth? Is that a fang?"

Two fangs of the size of a man's thumb could be seen from the lower jaws of the old Ingvarr.

Bard: "Wait a moment, Sir Brom had that things too, could it be? Are you related somehow to Sir Brom Vats?"

Ingvarr makes a slow nod with his head assenting what the bard just said.

Bard: "So, who are you?"

Standing up as he speaks, "I'm Ingvarr Radulf Vats, former father of Brom Vats, Warrior of the Wolves Council."

Bard: "Indeed, so the stories were true, you are a direct descendant from the old Oligarch tribes! What are you doing in Sirion, in the land of the elves?"

Ingvarr: "I'm here to see myself if the rumours were true, to see if my son was dead, and now that I can confirm that, to seek justice by my own hands. Now you tell me bard, where can I find Sir Ryu Hinamoto and Sir Erik Eyolf Serpentis? As per your story they were the last ones who saw my son alive."

Bard: "They are to be found at the Red Dragons camp, not far from here, in Sermbar."

Ingvarr: "Well then, it seems that I have a journey to make, thanks for all lad."

The old figure of Ingvarr leaves the tavern clearly making his way to the great bridge of Trinbar.