The Assassins' Guild - Week 6 News

Well then, I bid you all farewell. I hope we meet again in the next world...

Lemminki away then went, Ahti then did leave that cabin, and wandered from the pine-made hall. Went he his island then back to, the Saarelainen heading home. He then reached at last his farmstead, made his way up to the doorway, stepped he over wooden threshold, in his bright-lit dwelling stood. There he saw into the wall, in the side of that very house, in the bones of the farmstead, on the wood the home was built from, a foe there had carved words warlike, written there their defiant boast, â??Come and face me in the warfield, see me on the plain of battle, march to face me toe-to-toe, and to fight me hand-to-hand, I could best you in a blindfold, run you through with blunted sabre, shoot you from behind my back, and send you down to Tuonela Even if you brought an army, if you came with the greatest horde, I would take your life as easâ??ly, as if you had come alone; if you wear a shirt of chainmail, my blade will pierce your heart the same, as if it were made of finest silk if you bring the sharpest longsword, I shall sweep it from out your hand, it will be no better helper, than would be a stick of butter, a twig from the nearest treebranch, no better than a broom-handle you shall fall upon my sword-blade, shed thy blood there on the field, send you on to Tuonela, off to dwell in thâ??cabins there, stay no more amongst the living and to feast only with corpses Ahti thought then on his honour, thought about what was right to do. A man must defend his honour, it is right to fight for glory, and so he must slay this enemy, march to face them toe-to-toe, and to fight them hand-to-hand, go and face them in the warfield, see them on the plain of battle, Honed he then his blade for three days, until it could cut the wind through; spent those days readying his bow, â??til it could shoot the stars from heavâ??n, send them falling to the oceans, strike the great bear down to the mountains, there to walk the sky nevermore; whetted his dirks those days as well, so they could pierce the cliff-walls, and could bite the hearts of mountains and could slay the greatest hillock. Ahti knew himself ready, knew he was the greatest warrior, knew there was no foe could best him, had more skill upon the field, that no soldier could duck his blade, no foe there was could dodge his bolts, and no shield could stop his daggers. So he knew that he was ready, prepared to face any danger, and to best the worst foe. Rode he then off to the field, off to fight in the great battle there before the house of Ukko, the home of the high creator, cabin of the great old man, at midnight beneath the stars, under heavenâ??s watchful gaze, there he met his wrathful foe, that fierce warrior of Northland, coming down from far Pohjola, down to fight the mighty Ahti, that great hero, Saarelainen, try her luck â??gainst Lemminkainen to see who would triumph on the field, and which fighter was the greatest. Each readied all their weapons, drew their crossbows, loaded bolts; placed their blades upon their hips, and put their knives in their place; stared each warrior at the other, waited for their foe to move first, finâ??lly the northlander fired, her crossbow hurled its dart, Ahti too shot his steel arrow, both the bolts flew over their heads, the wind took them to far afield, brandished Ahti then his cutlass, shook it at his foe and cried, Come to fight me now you coward, come and face me toe-to-toe, and come fight me hand-to-hand, if you strike at me with a sword, I shall cleave your brand in twain, and send you with a broken blade down to Tuonela, there youâ??ll go. If you try to block all my blows, my knife will pierce through your shield, no buckler could halt my steel. So then, come and meet your death, meet your end upon my bright blade! Ahti rushed then at his foe, charged at her with all his haste. and the foe fired her bow once again, threw a dart with all her hatred, Ahti though turned it away, changed its course with his blade, sent where it would no harm do. Desperate this Northland woman flung a knife with all her might, and it lodged in Ahtiâ??s foot, tore a gash deep in his leg, Lemminkäinen then cried out, I know not the source of iron, whence the steel and when its evils; I am not master of my troubles, do not know how metals were created. Ahti tried then to fight on, though his wounded leg was useless, his foe had rendered him lame. As he crawled along the ground, his sword struck against a rock and the blade it turned and shattered, a thousand pieces fell to earth; honed it had been unto brittlety, whetted until fragile-thin. Ahti again bemoaned his lot, cursed he then the steel wielded and cried he raging to the wind, Curses on thee, cruel iron, curses on the steel thou givest, curses on thee, tongue of evil, cursed be thy life forever! wrathful he then flung a dagger wounding his nemesis in her leg, brought her too to point of limping, made it so she too must crawl; the two heroes battled more, sometimes one near struck the other, other-times was otherwise, finâ??lly that great foe from Northland, thâ??warrior from Sariola, took she a log from the ground, struck she Ahti in the temple, sent him reeling to the floor; grasped she then for her crossbow, loaded it with gleaming bolt, drew the string back all the way, and did aim at Ahtiâ??s heart, fired the dart that sent him death-wards, sent him off to Tuonela, there to cross the blackest stream, to fare over fatal whirlpools, Lemminkainen, wild and daring, to float down the coal-black current, through the cataract and rapids, to the tombs of Tuonela. There the blood-stained son of death-land, there Tuoni's son and hero, cuts in pieces Lemminkainen, chops him with his mighty hatchet, till the sharpened axe strikes flint-sparks from the rocks within his chamber, chops the hero into fragments, into five unequal portions, throws each portion to Tuoni, in Manala's lowest kingdom, speaks these words when he has ended: swim thou there, wild Lemminkainen, flow thou onward in this river, hunt forever in these waters, with thy crossbow and thine arrow, shoot the swan within this empire, shoot our water-birds in welcome Thus the hero, Lemminkainen, mighty Ahti Saarelainen, the untiring suitor, dieth in the river of Tuoni, in the death-realm of Manala. And so now my song it endeth, this story draws to a close, some day I shall sing again, a new hero, a new battle, the story remains the same, every-time, the warrior struggles, and each time they must fall, hope I do that you remember, that this tale all is true, that it is no lie for children, no tale spun to entertain; instead it is the story of a hero, a great warrior who fought, one who warred and one who died, as indeed we all must do, this then is not just Ahtiâ??s story, it is the tale of each of you.

It was a dark evening and I was heading for a library with my friend. Just as we left the living territory I noticed a figure peaking from behind a corner. This person looked very suspicious and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Just a few seconds later, as I looked back at the person for the last time, the figure was finally recognised. It was Nymphadora Tonks, holding her magic wand. I immediately started running while taking out my knifes that were nothing compared to Tonks Aqua spells. I was taken down in no time. I knew we should have taken another way to the library...