Death of Willam Suu

[12:35] William reaches up to where his head ought to be. "Oh goodness me. I seem to have lost my head."
(William Suu)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[12:35] Bodil Rubs his eyes
(Bodil Ulf)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[12:36] Bodil would rub his head eyes and just rub them.

"What the bloody ale?"

What was this.
(Bodil Ulf)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[12:37] A shrug offered by the well-armoured 'man'. "You've never forgotten your keys at home?"
(William Suu)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[12:37] He just look at the undead or maybe whatever the hell it was.

"Ain't this some weird shit aye." He say drinking and then eyeing the creature. "Ain;t yah post to be six feet undah lad."
(Bodil Ulf)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[12:40] In no sudden terms does he reach for his sword, planting it in the ground before him to lean upon, the crossguard functioning as an armrest. "I was. No longer am I, however."

Looking over the man, surely they weren't a part of the school. Haphazard attacks were not out of the equation, but they were less likely, at least. "That academy's opening ceremonies so rudely awakened me and mine. And they now have the gall to call us monsters, while their children trample on our land, and attack us. I'm just trying to live a good, honest life." A shifting of the armor, a body motion that would accompany a nod, had there been a head.
(William Suu)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[12:43] Bodil would nod his head.

Seeing as the kids brought more than just learning to this land. Bodil would sigh. Saddening indeed it was. "Lad I bet yah were a great bloke back in yah days. A hella a fun time. I would even drink or sing with yah till the sun falls."

Though the gloves be placed on.

"But. Yah a undead and meh way of life is returning spirits to the peace aye."

Blood would drip as he would crack his fingers.
(Bodil Ulf)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[12:45] Up the blade goes, held firmly within one hand, delicately, not unlike a foil. "So be it. I still take preference to dying by the hands of someone willing to speak, before striking, if that should be my path." A turn within his hand, the blade held flat side out, as energy begins to coalesce around the armour. "William Suu, Knight of Shadowmire."

At the very least, a name.
(William Suu)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[12:49] {Won Dangerous RPB against William Suu}
[12:49] ** Bodil Ulf has inflicted an injury upon William Suu. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[13:00] It was a battle Bodil and the warrior would give one another. The man didn't hold back as show respect. But it was in his peoples nature. The undead warrior had him enjoying himself. That was something as blood was shed. The cuts the bruises. They both didn't hold back and the man would take his beating. Though Bodil was no average warrior.

He was a son of Kark. With wild drunk rage the bloody blows he inflicted made rune like marks on the creature.

The blows dealt shook the soul. The water felt even to undead was as if he was drowning. The blood breaking down the undead warrior. Though it was not going to be a bitter end. Bodil had respect for this warrior. As he felt his body almost give out. A wave slam into the skeleton. The blood shed and battle was now over between the two.

He got sit down with the warrior. Taking out some booze. They both laying against a tree. Taking a cup out.

Breathing hard he pour the undead a cup.

Though he knew with the blood of his people. The undead feel the curse or whatever entity brought him back to life break. Freeing him to rest. "Yah know lad. Yah did pretty good. I....don't usually drink with undead but when yah find yah people. Tell em when we meet again. Drinks be on meh."

A smile given even with his blood dripping from his form.

"Yah can rest now lad."
(Bodil Ulf)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[13:03] Bodil Ulf says, "Bodil Ulf is my name lad."
[13:08] Truly a battle beyond what his kin were capable of giving him, the thrill of actuality and stakes provided that much more in the way of Adrenaline, or whatever his form had secreted and allowed him to experience in it's stead. But alas, he was not the man he once was- Nay, he had surpassed it. Even still, it was not enough.

Glimpses now of his original death run through his mind. Not of men, nor beasts, but gods themselves. So pitiful was he in those last few moments as the very angels descended down, he ceased being. Interspersed with the flow of the present, the water did cut deep into the armour housing soul. The blood did rot and decay that flesh which had remained within.

As they sit upright, chipped armour begin to dissipate into the ether around them, he grabs the cup. "More of a tea man, but I'll toast." A jovial laugh, to the last, clinking the bottom of the cup to that of Bodil.

"I'm on an express train to Hel, lad. But I'm sure my people will get the message." A pause, as the legs of the armor seize, and too begin to chip and fracture along a hairline from the concussive force of waters sustained.

"Save the mistakes I've made. But should you make them, I'll keep a seat nice and toasty for you." Another more hearty laugh as the cup is placed down, and the plated mitt holding it moments prior falls to the ground, no longer bound to the soul, it's mana now shrinking away to nil.
(William Suu)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[13:09] You stole William Suu's Mythril Blade.
[13:09] {Item} You drop Mythril Blade.
[13:10] {Item} You picked up Mythril Blade. Dropped by Bodil Ulf..
[13:10] {Item} You drop Mythril Blade.
[13:10] {Item} You picked up Mythril Blade. Dropped by Bodil Ulf