Thread: Vinland (Jokerama og JanÅgeSolstad)

We had waited patiently for this day. Hunting the Ktunawai rebels had not been an easy task. They were good and they cleaned up after themselves to leave little to no trace. Trailing was often difficult. Luckily, we had a break when we came upon a bloodbath of white men. These creatures were strange - different from our own complexion. I had always heard of these pale-faced travelers, but I had never seen them until we found their graveyard. The way of their deaths made it obvious the Ktunawai were responsible. Though, instead of cleaning up, they abandoned the bodies in a forested area. Their bodies came to a shock to our clan. These white men were said to be demonic warriors. How could they lose a battle against people of our kind, when they had previously murdered us? This served as proof that the Ktunawai were strong and getting stronger. Their technique was improving. Or, perhaps this group of white man served to be too vain, and not cautious. Perhaps the Ktunawai would make the same fatal mistake. The bodies were fresh, which meant we were close. Closer than we've ever been before. I could smell them. I could taste the victory. This was their fatal mistake. One's trash is another's treasure - this was a prime example. The bodies would lead us right to them. And so, they did. Our biggest advantage would be a surprise attack. Without knowing of our coming, we stood our best chance against them. As I hid behind the bushes, I motioned for the clan to stay low, and stay quiet. They all complied, and my eyes turned to a large native male. He was tall, extremely muscular, and armed with a bow and arrow. His stance was strong as he pulled the arrow back - ready to fire. This was my cousin Kwatoko . His eyes locked on mine, and I turned to my other warriors. They matched his position - they were ready to fire. Turning my head to face the enemies ahead, I smacked hard the ass of a steed. The horse huffed and soared into the open field where the Ktunawai were congregating. The Ktunawai men where instantly distracted by the seemingly wild, stampeding horse. And it was in that moment of sudden panic, that I made a light clicking sound with my tongue. The arrows were fired. The Ktunawai were quick to realize they were under attack, but it wasn't quick enough. Within a second of the arrows being fired, it was a full blown battle. My native brothers of the Howahkan tribe rushed to battle. With two rows of my men One row stationary by the trees, firing arrows - and the other row of warriors who emerged from the woods with axes, to fight the Ktunawai dead on. This was an ambush. I was among those warriors. The only female in the fighting clan, I ran towards my enemies with no fear. Strapped to each one of my thighs was a leather strap holding a row of different knives and axes. I had little armor on my body to protect myself - but perhaps that was a product of my own thriving vanity. I refused to allow that to be my fatal mistake. With nothing but determination in my smokey silver eyes, I wielded an axe in each hand and threw myself into battle. My first victim stood no chance. Upon contact, I launched the axe straight into his skull, and back out again. As my hand drew back the axe from his head, I was instantly encountered with another enemy. Without skipping a beat, I used the momentum from the first strike to spin my axe around and slash the neck of the second opponent. Two down, and I could already taste the spray of blood that painted my face. It was only a dozen of my men versus twice the amount of theirs. But it didn't matter. I fought like a swan - my body dancing across the field in swift, fluid, enchanting motions as I swung each axe to terminate my competitor. I was fierce, but the spinning movement of my small, thin and flexible body was somehow elegant. It gave me an advantage to my male tribe brothers, who were broad and stiff, and could not move as quickly and as freely as I could as a petite yet stoic woman. It was only moments before the scene turned into an horrific blood bath. But among all the chaos, my eyes were drawn to a different man. Not an enemy of choice, but a man of potential value. Tied up and clearly dis-shaped, I had found my first living pale-face. I had set eyes on you, And I wanted you alive. Quickly changing directions, I avoided a near-fatal blow by ducking and swiping my axe for the back of the native's ankles. They severed and he fell to the ground, leaving no Ktunawai to stand in my way of the white man. In the corner of my eye, I could see another Ktunawai native headed straight for your head. In one impressive leap, I lunged towards you and knocked the man's weapon from his hands. The blow dislodged my axe from its handle, leaving me with but a stick in my hands. I put it to use, and ran the handle right into his crotch while simultaneously grabbing for a knife on my thigh with my free hand. I flung the knife over my head and into his neck. He fell to the ground, and I turned to grab you. Move! Spinning you around, I slashed the ropes from your wrists and hands and freed you. But there was no time to chat. The Ktunawai tribe was fighting back hard. Another one of them came raging for me. Without much thought, I grabbed your hand and flung it to my leg. Take! I yelled, expecting you to understand and grab a weapon from my band of knives strapped to my thigh. In the heat of battle, I had forgotten that we were different. The same moment, I threw my blade towards the Ktunawai warrior coming at us but was distracted and missed my target. That would prove to be a deathly mistake, as he swung his arm around - armed with a large rock - and struck me on the side of my head. Having tried to dodge his strike, the blow was not fatal, but it was enough to knock my smaller frame to the ground. VOCABULARY Ktunawai Rival tribe of my character - also the tribe that killed your character's men and captured and tortured him. Meaning None, made the name up! Howahkan Tribe of my character and her people. Meaning of the mysterious voice.