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Willion and Willerina loved each other dearly, one night Willion planted his seed in Willerina and 9 months later Willie was born, then the crisis of the grain came and they were forced to put his son, Willie into the fighting arena so they could survive.
As he went on to become the local baron he received all kinds of trauma and mental disorders from killing all those innocent people, piercing them with his sword, goring them with the warstaff, cracking their skulls open with the various poleaxes he used, pulling their brains out with the billhook, battering their ribcages with the mace, going against his fellow people from the slums with dirty, rusty tools, seeing them wither away from the following infections, smashing their fading bodies with stones just to win a brawl or chocking them until the last breath of life left their eyes. As he rose up the ranks his mercy started to dwindle. Often killing, no, torturing, mutilating opponents who were begging for their lives and letting those who were choking on their own blood suffer. As he looked them in the eyes a wicked smile formed in his face. No one dared to step in to enforce the rules. They feared him. Eventually they started looking away basically giving him free rule over the yard when he was playing with his prey. Willie is a knight now facing the baron. It was a long grueling fight, the gauntlet before painted the yard a deep red color. And then he arrived. The baron in all his shining might. A 7,5 feet tall beast of a man. With a mighty poleaxe as long as 2 men. A sword so big no one believed a normal man could wield it and a mace so heavy it could shatter your ribcage if you looked at it for too long. He Francis of Frankenberg was the hope of the people, to best willie in combat. The few who got a look at his face as he saw the arena reported even he was horrified at the sight infront of him. Scattered limbs everywhere. A brave and proud soldier hung from his own innards in the corner. His men still alive screaming from pain. None will ever see their wife and kids again, their wounds too severe. Some already dead from the pain and trauma willie caused them. Another went insane, he tried running at willie but he instantly cut his throat. Decapitating him on the spot. And in his sick and twisted mind, he held up the head before him, as if he was admiring it, before throwing it right at the feet of the baron. It was the brother of the Baron, the leader of the army of Frankenberg. The moment he realized that he stormed at him poleaxe out infront of him, but willie was quick and he dodged the attack. The Baron came to a halt grabbing his weapon at the end and swinging it in one big motion at willie, but he already saw it coming. He jumped over it and started sprinting at the Baron. He almost made it, but the baron was not dumb. He struck him down with the back end of the poleaxe and prepared for a finishing blow. Willie only grinned, all this went exactly as he wanted. Right before the axe head would hit him he rolled to the side and the unthinkable happened. The poleaxe broke. Split right in half. This has never happened before. The Baron was shocked but knew he had to think quick as willie was alredy getting up. He drew his sword, a mighty one. Forged by the best blacksmith in the know lands. A long and very precise sword fight began, but you could see from the start who was in charge of the battle. Eventually after Willie outmaneuvered the Baron he was able to cut him in the arm rendering it useless. The Baron dropped his sword in pain. Willie ran over and picked it up and he was able to lift it. He swung it like it weighed nothing. As he turned back to the baron to finish him off he realized that where should have been screams of agony there was silence. The Baron simply stood there silent, waiting. With his mace in hand ready to fight him once more. This time Willie took the initiative, underestimating the Barons fighting spirit and incomparable strength. He swung his hefty mace and caught him with it. Willie was sent flying through the yard. As he hit the wall and fell to the ground the Baron got closer, but Willie was only laughing, louder and louder and more menacingly than someone had heard ever before. The Baron unamused by this went for the finishing strike, but willie was quicker. Before he could swing the mace from the top of his reach Willie had already stabbed him in his chest right through the heart. The mace dropped immediately giving off a loud echo as it hit the ground. Everything fell silent. The Baron stood there before tumbling backwards until his legs gave out and he fell to his back. Willie walked over there to look at him. He pulled of his Helmet and the Baron uttered his last words:„No, it cant be. Bested by my own sword. No.“ and just then when he finished he died. Life leaving his face. Willie turned around and spoke to the people who had watched, the servants and the other nobles. He said:„Look here“, with a loud voice, „i‘m the new Baron now. The old one was weak and frail. Anyone who is unhappy with this decision is free to fight me about it“. After that he didnt say another word. He simply walked towards the exit and everybody made space for him as they all bowed before him. Their new Baron. After that life never was the same. Although he only left the castle to beat down riots he was often hosting tournaments in the yard either to watch for his amusement or to fight if he felt bored.
His parents he has long forgotten as he was sitting in his hall for decades to pass. He struck down his own father in a riot, mercilessly, as if he just were another peasant and to Willie he was. With the loss of her husband Willion, Willerina fell into a deep depression. She wept as the days passed eventually throwing herself from the Bridge in the slums. Eventually the news of that both of his parents were dead reached him. He didnt even blink, he couldn’t have been fazed less. He sent the messenger away, only to shoot him the back with his crossbow, to remind his servants that they could be killed anytime if he felt like it. And so he ist still in his hall. Uncontested. He forged himself a new weapon. He calls it the „Barons Beak“ it is a gruesome weapon. A sharp point on one end designed to leave wounds that cant heal so his victims would slowly bleed out and a hammerhead for extra weight on the other side so he could pierce armor and concuss his enemies, if he wanted to. He also forged as new Baron Sword. It was very long and had a rather thick blade, but it cleaved through the flesh of his enemies like a hot knife through butter.
One day he decided to get married and have children, but this couldn’t go well with him being the psychopath the was. She was this beautiful woman called Willony, a happy girl full if joy and happiness. But Willie was an abusive husband. Beating her and the children they had together. His oldest son Willie Jr. had it the hardest. He always got beaten by his father for minor mistakes. If he polished his sword incorrectly it would mean he couldn’t be shown to the public for 6 days. Willony had it no better the once joyous girl had become a hull of her former self. Trying not to anger Willie to not get beaten or worse, have her children beaten by him. One night she decided to flee. She packed some things and woke up the kids, she told the eldest to go to the nearest Village and hide there and she would come meet them later. However, it would never come to that. As she was trying to leave she tripped over a candlestick and made a lot of noise, waking Willie. He arose and went to check the noise when he noticed the doors to the kids door were open and they werent inside. Angered he went into the hall where the noise came from and he saw her. Willony, Beside an open window and he knew what was going on. He started screaming and walked towards Willony. She tried to flee through the window and succeeded, but Willie ordered his men to go after them. And they did go after her. They feared him too much to come back empty handed. Willie himself went after her through the window. He went after her and struck her down so hard she died on the spot. His wife dead he declared his sons traitors and enemies of his land and if anyone saw them they should bring him their heads.
As his sons got ahold of this information they decided to flee far away to a City called Passau. The eldest decided to fight his father and seek revenge for what he has done. So after may years when he was a man himself he went back to Frankenburg and moved in at an Inn. The Innkeeper was an old friend of his one of the few he got to have, so he had a place to stay until he avenged his mother.

The End

Special thanks to u/Asgeirr_ who somewhat inspired me to write this. He also made the first 5 lines. I hope yall enjoyed this story.

If anyone has questions, i‘ll be happy to pull something out of my ass

Home invasion

Apparently Zombies already existed in the Demo as well

Didnt know those Willies were like that

Good work guys

6,50€ Passau Neustift wo früher der Real drin war. Name: Scheint keinen zu haben

6,50€ Passau Neustift wo früher der Real drin war. Name: Scheint keinen zu haben

Bin ich der einzige der seine „Stimme im Kopf“ unterschiedlich hören kann?

Its my irl cake day today

Der Fifa Präsident sieht so aus wie der Hässliche Bruder von Jeff Bezos

This Military Coup ends now

The Tale of Willie

BRETHREN MY I HAVE SOME OATS

Real or Fake? — Is "SALUTUS" a real word?

Do yall like beating the poors up with a crossbow?

[KCD1] Is this rare or was is just unlucky previously?

Aua

What kind of unholy shit happened to us

Not in Public Willy!

I take the faces of my enemies

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