Friday, February 06, 2015

Exile's End: Day 32

Word Count: 192,005

Summary of Events:
Chapter 63:
Æliyäu stopped at a place he thought was suitable for camping for the night and ended up having a conversation with Frædröch, one of Thårijn's half brothers, that got Frædröch a little upset. Thårijn came in before Frædröch could hurt Æliyäu and just about got killed himself.
Chapter 64:
Thårijn, Bæjern, and Löke contemplated what Æliyäu had said was the reason why Frædröch got mad at him and Thårijn and Bæjern found out that Löke was their twelfth cousin. Æliyäu then came upon another group of Iøsenräl who were already settled into their camp for the night and the two parties joined.

Excerpt of the Day:
"Frædröch then reached up with his freed hand and jerked Thårijn's helmet off of his head. Thårijn tried to regain his hold on Frædröch's arm, but Frædröch reached up and started grabbing at Thårijn's eye.
Thårijn tried to find Frædröch's eyes to do the same, but he found Frædröch's nose, and so he seized it tightly and wrenched his wrist, snapping the cartilage un Frædröch's nose and eliciting an incredibly high pitched scream.
Frædröch's hand instantly recoiled from Thårijn's eye to hang onto his nose, and Thårijn released Frædröch's other arm to let it go to his nose as well. Thårijn backed up and put his hand over his eye, it hurt, but he could still see out of it — which was a good thing he was pretty sure.
Thårijn got up, took up and put on his helmet, and got his shield —switching which hand was covering his eye — and then walked over to the tree where Frædröch's sword was lodged. Carefully Thårijn wriggled the blade free — much like he'd done for Helännäri in the wall — and took up Frædröch's shield to take them back to Frædröch.
When he turned around, he found his brother in half blood to be on his feet, and looking like he wanted to have another go at trying to gouge Thårijn's eye out, his nose crooked on his face and blood covering down over his mouth, and his hands.
Thårijn set Frædröch's sword and shield against the tree and set his own shield against another tree. Frædröch charged at Thårijn, but Thårijn was braced and managed to keep from being toppled.
Frædröch's hands were everywhere, grabbing and tearing at everything, trying desperately to pry Thårijn's armour off of his body. He succeeded in removing Thårijn's helmet again, but otherwise his efforts were fruitless, so he started tearing at Thårijn's hair, his face, his neck, and his eyes.
Thårijn worked fiercely to defend himself from Frædröch's tearing fingers, and even his teeth, trying to back Frædröch up against a tree at the same time. Frædröch it was, however, who succeeded in backing Thårijn up against a tree, and instead of going for Thårijn's eyes, or his jaw, Frædröch dug his thumbs up between Thårijn's jaw and his throat on both sides, setting Thårijn to gasping.
It felt to Thårijn like his skin was starting to tear or something, a fierce agony was burning through him, his eyes were feeling almost like they were going to pop out of his head, his breath was coming in the tiniest bursts — not near enough, and seeming to get lesser all the time.
Thårijn had to do something, and he had to do something fast or he was likely to die; already he was starting to feel blackness clawing at him, fighting on Frædröch's side to take him down.
A loud, but juvenile cry sounded in Thårijn's eyes before suddenly the blackness overtook him and he collapsed to the snow."

Frædröch: fray-druck

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