Broken records 2 (p2)

a Knight guarding the lower floors hear movements looking behind him, he sees the man impale on the wall Still moving "What the hell" the swords Rip out of his torso and tossed at the guard Skewering his head.

as he falls to the ground on all fours coughing the injury on his torso visible healing as he gets up and move slowly towards the sword grabbing it He tears it out of the knight's armoured helmet. the sword exiting resounds through the room. Shing removing it, the blade colour dosed in blood.

the Man stands up attempting to before heading up the stairs to the attic looking ahead Rage nearly takes him over the noblemen attempting to rip the cloths off his wife, well a Knight silences his daughter. by covering her mouth.

as tear pour down her face watching her mother. the noblemen laughing manically. As he manages to get the shirt off. the Man ignore this look towards his daughter, knowing his wife will put up resistance.

he Moves off to the side blending with the darkness before impaling the knight head as he falls to the ground, silencing the noble as he looks over to his knight laying on the ground a sword slashed through his helmet

"you, You PEASANT!" he gets off his wife and attempt to rush him only to be punch across the attic slamming into the opposing wall as the man hold his daughter with 1 hand against his chest her crying.

The sigil on his torso viewable through it, a twisting vortex of thorny whirls moving into an abyss of black. the man eyes having a marking of a purple trail leaking down onto his shoulder before attaching to the abyss, his eye an Erie violet.

putting his daughter down, he tosses the sword, stopping the noble from moving. out of fear, moving towards him, he grabs him by the neck. and hold him in the air, taking him downstairs as he grabs a rope.

Tying it around his arms and legs, he takes the man like a potato sack out to the carriage before throwing him into it on the seat and driving it back with. The horse leaving it in front of a pub, he walks away, being left alone.

reaching the house he shut the door and locks it before walking towards the attic again, "we have to Go, Noblemen don't particularly like being humiliated. She nods understanding, he carves a mask out of wood and give it to her, a string tied around it to stay on her face.

"wear it your looks attracted him, so we should make sure it doesn't attract anybody else," she nods putting on the rough mask before gathering her things. their daughter helping, "we will move towards the Avalonians. everybody says they're the most sane and accepting."

She hesitates before nodding. The daughter comforts them, giggling. "Mama, Papa don't worry" they smile at her before they sighed. Getting ready to leave as they pack more and more of their stuff.

eventually packing up all of it as the man carries most of it. "are we ready Eilín" she smiles tiredly before nodding the noble finally finding his son. looking over him before unwrapping his ties "A MAN DID this to M-" SLAP the man slaps him across the face. "you left the house without notifying me where you were going and lost 2 knights before being humiliated like this.

The young boy looks surprised at this violence. "You should have never left the house without notifying me. What if that person didn't leave you taking you away what would I do then I can't make another heir your mother passed away and. I rather not break my oath to protect you when I already failed to protect your mother!"

the noble scream before placing a hand on his shoulder, "Plus whoever did this would already be leaving to get away from you judging by this bruising you attempt to force your way onto someone a woman Probably"

the boy freeze abruptly, "I'm not stupid those bruises would come from an attempt on a woman with a child" the noblemen eye shift slightly to disappointment "I thought I taught you better but apparently not."

he sighs before dragging him to his carriage. the boy simply remaining silent as he has taken in disappointment back to his carriage. Entering it, the boy is sat down across from the. Older man "What do you have to say for yourself Agilulf Del Bosques." the boy remains frozen.

Eilín tiredly walks her husband, finally noticing getting out of the mind set of death or life. "you seem tired Eilín" She shakes her head "I am fine Randolf" he sighs knowing how stubborn a woman can be sometimes their daughter head shift down and up exhaustion taking hold Llywelynw passing out as her father catch her.

"I think we should stop, we are far enough away." he looks back at the now small town they use to live in, sighing. the girls nod Randolf not feeling tired at all. Having yet to notice the abyss Mark on his torso.

still covered over by the Know slightly ripped shirt rubbing the spot the sword pierce no pain hit him like he expected. Sitting down at the fire, tending it, his wife laying on his shoulder well his daughter in his lap.

getting up he carries they both into the tent, laying them down surprised at his own strength. again, sitting out at the fire, a sword on his back and on his waist. he close his eyes listening, entering accidental meditation form his focus.

as he sits there silently. the winds blowing in the surrounding forestry, drawing a blade, he put it in the. Fire mitigating speaking an undecipherable language. "Blood chalices casket flames of red." the blade is engulfed by a blood-red fire coating the blade and not the weapon, he opens his eye looking at it surprised.

"what the hell did I just say" the blade remaining ignited until holstered. and reigniting when drawn. A simple war prayer possesses such power over a blade."

(for those who couldn't figure out by the name he's originally Norse, what are vikings known for most of the time well war conquest and plundering. He was left for dead by his Piers as he was thought to have died. On the field of battle. in his situation he was forgotten about, the rest burned in the pyre. how he was forgotten, well Grass save his life, Extremely long grass. )