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Sir Ahlschwedes Heraldry
The ever glorious Sir Ahlschwede
Sir Ahlschwede engaged in combat with Sir Par


Fighter Information

Name:Sir Ahlschwede Ugar, the Prince of Stench
Realm: Rath
Unit: Brotherhood of the Falcon
Family: Darkheart Knighted By: Sir Dameon Orcenfol,at Armageddon 2012


Other Information

Events Attended

  • Melcorme 1 and 2, 2014
  • Wolfpack Opener 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014
  • Spring Wars 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014
  • Armageddon 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012
  • Chaos Wars 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012
  • OcktoberFest 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012
  • Rhun Closer 2010, 2011, 2012
  • Beltain 2008
  • Equinox 2008
  • Sand Plains Opener 2012
  • Sand Plains Closer 2012
  • Mux Mayhem (Year Unknown)
  • Rhun in June (Year Unknown)
  • Highlands of Chaos Opener 2016
  • Thaw Brawl 2015, 2016
  • Battle For Teutoberg Wald 2015


In a land where the stench
Will never go away,
An atmosphere of filth clouds the
Light of the day.
Condemned to rule this land
By an oath forced to be sworn.
One stands above the rest,
Prince of a land forlorn.

Prince of the land of stench.

I will infect you with a curse,
Immerse you in the bog headfirst!
My land you will leave drenched,

And growing old, you'll see me laugh,
While pointing grizzled amber staff,
My thirst for power you will quench -

The streets are lined
With a mixture of feces and gore.
The prince is still not satisfied,
He's calling out for more!
From open windows,
Cradles will be snatched!
From the cliff side down to the boiling sea,
Infants shall be cast!

Wading through mounds of moldering limbs,
His highness closes in with a smoldering grin.
Watch his steps well with an anticipating eye,
For the moment they stop is the moment you die!

Bend before my will!
You have no hope, no chance to stay alive...
So break! Beneath my stench!

You take a look around and realize that something is not quite right.
You take a whiff and then you realize your god forsaken plight:
You are trapped in a small room with the prince of the land of stench now
And you are left to wonder what you've done to deserve this and how.

You're going to die This is the end...
And you begin to cry.

But there is no reason known to man,
You're just another component of the prince's private plan.
As the blade sinks deeper into your gut
You realize you're nothing but someone else's smut!

In a land where the stench will always remain,
There lives a prince who will never refrain...
From dealing forth the damage of a mind warped into filth
By a tenure in a land with a stench so vile he has no choice but kill!

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