AND THEN! AND THEN SHE WANTS ME TO PUT THE SWORD AWAY!!
SO I PLANT IT INTO THE EARTH WHERE IT CAN KEEP STALWART VIGIL UNTIL MY HAND WRESTS IT FROM THE GROUND TO HEFT IF ABOVE MY SHOULDER AND SHE SAYS
"Tryndamere! You're ruining the throne room!"
BAAAAAHHH!!!
Y'spend YER WHOLE LIFE swingin' round a sword and the minute you get a wife alluva sudden it's all...
"Tryndamere! You can't drag the sword on the marble flooring!"
"Tryndamere! you're tracking blood and viscera onto the carpets!"
"Tryndamere! keep the sword out of the bed!"
Spirits and Ancestors. Safeguard my wife. From the enemy. From the enemy that dwells within me.
Purpose my rage. Let it bend to her love.
Give me the strength to carry her will.
Bards. I hate bards. They speak of battle and war as some poetic thing. A symphony. A heroic tale.
It is blood. It is rage. It is fire and metal. The gnashing of teeth and cries of life at it's peak.
It is not what you describe.
It is the splintering of bone and shield.
Spirits and Ancestors. Safeguard my wife. From the enemy. From the enemy that dwells within me.
Purpose my rage. Let it bend to her love.
Give me the strength to carry her will.
BRAUM IS THE EPITOME OF A A FRELJORDIAN GENTLEMAN!! EVERYWHERE HE GOES HE HOLDS THE DOOR!!! GRAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!BECAUSE!!! BECAUSE HIS SHIELD, GET IT?! IT'S A DOOR! GRAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Maybe... It was a loveless marriage at first. To Ally our tribes.
Maybe I resented it. Hated it. Maybe she did as well...
Well.... I'll make up for all of it now.
The woman whom I love more than frost and battle itself.
I will further her ambition. With sword in hand!!
There are days.
Days when I remember how it was.
My tribe. Wandering the wastes broken. Angry. Full of a rage that burned our bodies until we had to strip off everything to wander with the cold upon our skins.
My blood boiled and would never seek rest. I was so angry...
Then. She came. Came to give my people a home. To unite the tribes.
I laughed at her. A woman of her size. Tiny. Fragile thing.
I did not see the warrior. I was blinded by my hatred.
I did not call her Warmother. I bent no knee.
Yet she cared for us all the same.