I Would Be Avenged Jul 1, 2018 18:36:04 GMT -5
Post by Char-Vell on Jul 1, 2018 18:36:04 GMT -5
IYorgus, chief of the Halags, lay choking his life out on the Asgardian tundra, tangled in his own entrails. The fact he still struggled was a testament to his iron will and his seething fury at his lot.
He had led his war band to destroy the Mosfell people, who dared rebuff and mock his thanes when they came to their pathetic village of rude timber huts demanding tribute. But rustic as they were, the Mosfell were no fools. By some witchery or cunning they were alerted to Yorgus’ intent and intercepted his war band halfway to their village on the open tundra, and fell upon the Halags with rabid savagery. Men, women and even children fell upon Yorgus and his startled vassals and rended them with spear, axe, and sword. Yorgus himself was dragged from the saddle by a ravening, tawny horde, and well nigh butchered. He lay now where he fell, his yellow beard stained scarlet by the blood surging forth with every labored breath from his pierced lungs. He lay motionless, still gripping his fine battle axe of burnished steel. His eyes were fixed on the clear sky above, ablaze with impotent rage.
A shadow passed over him and a gaunt grey face, framed by lank, milky hair appeared, regarding him with cold, soulless grey eyes.
“Damn you witch!” wheezed Yorgus wetly. “You promised me victory!”
“Not so, milord!” replied the woman. She was tall and stooped, of indeterminate age and shrouded in ragged robes of gray. “You said, and I quote, ‘I would be avenged upon the Mosfell.’ You did not specify what form that vengeance should take, or when you should have it.”
Yorgus tried to rise, but barely managed to lift his head off the ground when a fresh gout of blood spewed from his lips. “Wretched whore!” he croaked, sinking back to the ground. “Festering harridan! Damn you to hell!”
“Charming to the last. Perhaps if you had been more amenable in your dealings with me, Yorgus, you would have gotten more pleasant results. As it is, farewell! Try not to let anticipation of your future revenge spoil these last moments. Savor your death!” Chuckling, the grey witch ambled off.
As darkness closed in about him, Yorgus saw the vultures descending in a leisurely circle.