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Thread: The Sky God's Offering (Warchief & Rapedoll)

That look of pride and satisfaction returned to the savage barbarians features when Elise screamed for her life. Screaming seemed to be all that these invaders did when faced with the mountain tribes behemoth warriors and it was a sound that Osric had come to enjoy. He knew that it was a sound of mortal terror, one of the emotions that he enjoyed forcing into the minds of these tiny, fragile invaders. How these people ever conquered the forest tribes was a mystery to Osric and his kin but then again, the mountain tribes tended to be larger and hardier than their lowland brethren. Despite the intense terror that had taken over the young girls being, the Royal Knighthood battle trophies that adorned this behemoths neck, and the blade that was still only inches from being plunged into her pretty face, Elise was quite lucky that it was Osrics trap that her cart had fallen into. Well, considering that her parents had probably been killed by blunt force trauma in the crash, she wasnt all that lucky, but relatively speaking she could have been in a worse situation. Osric was a warrior who lived for the thrill of combat and it wasnt in his character to strike down an opponent who wouldnt strike back. Furthermore, he wasnt able to understand the girls demon tongue and he knew that she could not understand the language of the Eisen natives. His warchief and his tribes elder shaman, however, were able to speak her twisted dialect. Instead of killing the invaders who were not a threat to his kin, Osric would often bring them back to his village and present them to the tribes demon-tongued warchief. It was not Osrics place to decide this girls fate. She was young and innocent. She should not be made to suffer for the sins of her ancestors but she could also not be allowed to return to her own tribe and strengthen them as she grew. The warchief would decide the girls fate, not Osric. There were many demon-tongued slaves that belonged to the village already and because of them, their tribe had prospered. The weak male slaves worked the fields and the strong male slaves worked the mines. The females were usually made to serve as breeders a great honor in his village as the tribe would die without them. Slowly, the sword was drawn away from the girls face and returned to its sheath on the barbarians back. Fear was a powerful motivator but it could also drive a mouse to fight against the strongest of predators if backed into a corner. Osric had made his point well enough. Trying to press her further could only have negative consequences and force the behemoth to leave his little blonde mouse dead in the road.
Thread: The Sky God's Offering (Warchief & Rapedoll)

Although he withdrew his sword did little to relieve Elise fear. Osric was easily twice the size of any man she had ever seen. Larger then even the bravest and most feared knight in her whole village. When the giant of a man stepped back for a moment she still seemed frozen in place ... To frightened of the huge barbarian to even move. When he stopped yelling at her, she also had stopped screaming. Now she wasn't sure what he wanted her to do. He had put his sword away, so she didn't think he was going to kill her. Neater did she think he was going to be helping her. Again he said something to her in his strange savage tongue. The way he moved his head made her think that he might want her to stand up. Slowly she pulled herself up and got to her feet. Taking care to move slowly so as not to upset this huge savage anymore then he already was. It seemed that standing up didn't help to alleviate her fears. If anything it just accentuated even more how small she was next to this giant barbarian while his shadow seemed to dwarf her. As she stood she wobbled and yelped, her hands going out to the side trying to catch her balance, trying to put her weight on her foot.. It seemed that she had fared well during the crash of the carriage, only to have sprained her ankle when she had leaped from the carriage.
Thread: The Sky God's Offering (Warchief & Rapedoll)

Once the little blonde girl had managed to win her struggle against her own shaking legs and had brought herself to her feet, Osric reached out for her. With the difference in their heights and the length of his arm, it didnt take much for him to reach over-top of the girls head and grab her by the back collar of her gown. Moments later, the barbarian began to lift the blonde girls small frame up by her gown. The stress of being made to support the girls frame made the silk-like cloth begin to stretch and tear around the collar and sleeves but fortunately for Elise, she was sat back down before any notable damage had been done to her garments. The barbarian had sat the girl back down atop his shoulders, straddling the back of his head with one leg falling over each of his shoulders along with the front two of his three braids. At the very least, he didnt seem like he was going to kill her. If he wanted her blood then why wouldnt he just strike her down here and take whatever he wanted from the caravan? Once the girl was on his shoulders, Osric turned away from the wagon and began to make his way back toward the trees from where he had come. It was never the caravan itself that interested the barbarian, but the passengers that it held. His tribe had more treasures from Castille than it knew what to do with but human prizes were always something that the mountain barbarians could make use of. The girls parents, if they were even alive, were saved from the barbarians goals from their unconscious state. They had never gotten out of the wagon after the crash so Osric had not seen them and any slave worth taking back to the village would have crawled out of the carriage after a crash like that. Injured slaves would be only a burden to the tribe, after all.
Thread: The Sky God's Offering (Warchief & Rapedoll)

With little more then a whimper she clung to her dress as her feet kicked in the air while the barbarian lifted her off the ground. What was once her favorite white satin dress was now dirty from her tumble on the ground, and bulging at the seams showing rips in several places. She supposed she should be happy that she was still alive, but she couldn't help thinking about her parents that lay in the carriage. She didn't know if they where still alive or dead, but she had a feeling that if the barbarian saw them he just might kill them. She decided that it would be better if she didn't put up much of a fuss, at least until she found out what this giants intentions where. She kept telling herself that Logan and Sir Isenhart would come to rescue her, all she had to do was stay calm . aggg she gasped when he started walking into the forest ... she wrapped her small arms around the big brutes shoulders holding on so she wouldn't fall off. Osric carried her deeper into the forest.. It was so dark she had to strain to see what was in front of them. But for his size he was remarkably sure footed. She realized that they where slowly going up hill higher and higher into the mountains. The path they found themselves on seemed to slant at a ridiculous angle, it reared to steep and narrowed so sharply she was surprised how easily he maneuvered the steep terrain. At times she found herself growing dizzy and had to close her eyes.
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There was a certain grace about this large man as he moved through the forest and up the mountain a grace that something of his size just simply should not have had. His speed was steady and his strides were long. The terrain, even at its steepest with densely overgrown underbrush, never seemed to slow the behemoth mans movements one bit. Even if Elise had not sprung her ankle when she leaped from the wagon, she would have never been able to outrun this giant if he were to burst into a sprint after her on the relatively flat open road. For the better part of three hours, the giant carried the girl through the rocky, forested terrain of the mountain. Dark had set in long ago and though the girl could not see twenty feet in front of her, Osric did not seem hindered in the slightest by the lack of light. Even in the darkness of the night, his stride was long and steady and his pace was much faster than Elise could hope to travel in this terrain in the dead of night. Many of Castilles scholars had surmised long ago that the Eisen barbarians eyes had developed to perceive the world around them in the most unforgiving of low-light conditions though this was only partially correct. Osrics vision suffered in this blackness, just as Elises did, but not nearly as severely. At last, after hours of weaving through dense forest and skirting steep ledges along the mountainside, Osric was standing on a ledge overlooking a large basin near the peak of the mountain. There, in the natural basin created by the landscape, was the village from which Osric hailed. Burning like a beacon in the center of the basin was a large bonfire around which many figures could be seen circling and dancing. Through the illuminating light of the fire, many buildings could be seen. The village was enormous for such a tribe of people maybe even larger than many of Castilles established settlements. Heima, Osric muttered as he looked out across the village of his birth. It was an understandable lapse in memory for the simple brute who had forgotten that his cargo could not understand him. This wasnt always the case, of course. Not all of the barbarian tribes got along with one another and sometimes it was young barbarian whom Osric was hauling back. Captured rival tribesman, however, were almost always children. A tribes adults would always fight back and would force Osric to slay them.
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Slowly her head wobbled back and forth.. Her cheek coming to rest on top of the huge giants head ... She tried to force herself to keep her eyes open. Feeling exhausted, her eyes growing heavy, her energy failing. It was awhile before she became conscious of the fact that Osric had stopped at the crest of a hill. Looking down at the ground below she realized how high up she was and murmured a slight cry from atop Osric shoulders. And there below them where the walls of a great village. The walls of a dark curtain which where the mountains on the other side of the village. And there in the middle was the glow of a huge bonfire that cast its radiance into the nighttime sky. It looked like a huge fortress .. One that Osric had no difficulty gaining admittance through the gates as they opened to admit the barbarian with his little prize. Entering, heading towards the center of the village Elise noticed that the village seemed busy even at this late at night. At every turn there seemed to be wagons and pack mules that the barbarians had raided from other villages. There where cattle being slaughtered right out in the open, many of the people engaged in open barter before the blood even had a chance to seep into the dirt. And people too where being offered for purchase, as much a commodity as spices or silks might be in the civilized world. It seemed that everything in this strange world could be bought for a price. ... Elise found herself clinging to the huge barbarian .. this village scared her more then the man had when he held the sword on her.
Thread: The Sky God's Offering (Warchief & Rapedoll)

The buildings of this barbaric mountain town were made of a collection of materials including thatch, logs, stones, and bricks that had been pillaged from Castille all held together by a mud plaster that grew hard as rock when it dried. Though primitive, the buildings of the mountain tribe barbarians were strong, sturdy, and capable of handling the fierce weather conditions of their elevation. Furthermore, the thatch made for fantastic insulation, making their homes livable even in the dead of winter. It would seem that the thieving brutes were no strangers to ingenuity and advancement. As the two moved through the large, active town it would become apparent that the one advancement that would be lost on these people would be currency. Gold and silver meant next to nothing to the mountain tribes of barbarians. True, the metals were attractive enough but both metals were soft and brittle in comparison to the iron that was common throughout the mountain range surrounding Castille. Instead, the barbarians used a simple barter system trading what they had for what they wanted. A family with fertile fields and excess food but little help with their expanse of land might trade food for a slave or the aid of their fellow tribesmen. Though Castille viewed the barbarians bartering system to be outdated and savage, the barbarians viewed gold currency as frivolous. It was one of several cultural barriers that had not been broken back when they two peoples viewed one another as neighbors. On Osrics way to his destination, he carried the little blonde past the massive fire that stood in the center of the village. As they passed the bonfire, Elise could get a much better view of what exactly had been happening in the heart of the village. All of the dancers that she had seen before were men wearing hide pants and tribal headdresses resembling animals. The dancers were just as large as Osric in the terms of build though none of them were quite as tall averaging around six and one half feet. Osric stood another foot above the tallest dancer. Once the glow of the fire was behind them, their destination would become clear. Nestled into a nook along the mountain wall was a large building made primarily of logs and the barbarians mud cement. There were two enormous doors made out of solid wood looming over the pair as they approached the building. They were easily ten feet in height with a fifteen foot wide opening between the two of them. Inside, the sounds of cheering and singing could be heard through the closed doors.
Thread: The Sky God's Offering (Warchief & Rapedoll)

As savage and primal as the village and it's people seemed, there was also an air of orderliness. There where men, other warriors, gathered round sharing food and ale.. woman carrying large trays of food and drinks. Loud laughter and music filled the air. Elise's eyes where wide taking in all the sights and sounds. And then they walked out of the center ... slowly the sounds started to fade away. Soon the streets turned quiet with only an occasional flicker of a torch that was left burning to show the way here and there. Towards the back of the village she saw a huge building as the made there way across towards the huge doors. She could tell this building was different then the rest by the size of the doors and the intricate carvings that flanked the doorway. It was obvious that who ever had carved these doors had taken a lot of pride in what he was doing. Sounds started drifting out from the building.. growing louder and louder the closer they came. The louder the noise grew the more nervous she became.. before they had reached the door she had started squirming and tugging on Osric. She did not want to go in there.. and she as much told him that.. But either he didn't hear her or he didn't understand her because he didn't seem like he was going to stop.
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Osric had actually gotten the general message of what the girl was saying by the way she squirmed atop his massive shoulders and tugged at him but she was going inside whether she liked it or not. On this, the night of the full moon, the village held a feast. The full moon was a time of celebration to the mountain tribes of barbarians, most of whom felt a strong connection to the skies, the stars, and the solar and lunar events. This was because most of the mountain tribes revered Magni, Father of the Heavens over the other deities just as the forest tribes had revered the Mother of the Wilds, Seluna. With celebration spread thick over the village and a feast being held in the massive mead hall, this building was the only place that one would find the tribes warchief this night and he is the one whom this girl must be brought to. As the giant man approached the doors, he put his hands out to press them against the giant slabs of wood. With apparent ease, he pushed his way passed them as stepped into the mead hall. The mead hall was even bigger inside than it appeared to be on the outside. Torches lined the walls, giving the building an almost cave-like appearance with their fiery glow. Two lines of massive wooden tables ran from the front of the rectangular hall to the back, each with a bench lining either side. The benches were full of men and women who were feasting, drinking, singing, and cheering. Dancers and serving wenches moved through the crowed with even more grace than Osric had used moving through the forest. Along the back wall was a massive chair made of wood and decorated with carved bone. In that chair sat Eirik the Warlord , the tribes warchief. At around six feet in height, Eirik was actually rather short when compared to most of the tribes warriors but that had never stopped him from striking fear into even Osrics heart. Being shorter than the vast majority of the tribes warriors, the warchief was not quite as built though he would still shame most Royal Knights. A loincloth made of a combination of red cloth that had been pillaged from Castille and thick animal fur hung around his waist held there by a metal band. Boots of the same make covered his feet and a cape of the same hung around his neck, held there by a necklace of bones and skulls of small animals. His hair was brown, like Osrics, but it wasnt quite as long and it hung freely around his shoulders. His eyes, once one was close enough to see them, were a dark brown appearing black in poor light conditions such as these. Tribal tattoos decorated the left sides of his face and torso, running down his arm. As Osric began to move into the mead hall, it was toward this man that he was moving. Many of the people who were feasting stopped to take note of who it was that had entered the hall, ushering from them a thunderous cheer at the sight of their mightiest warrior returning from his latest trek down the mountain, with a delicious looking little treat no less.
Thread: The Sky God's Offering (Warchief & Rapedoll)

You would have thought somebody had poured ice on the girl the way Elise was trembling. Her deep blue eyes looked around in wonder at the sights and sounds that filled the great hall. There where dancers dressed in ivory-colored firs , there movements where so fluid that there limbs might have been no more then wisps of smoke. Fire-eaters, jugglers and tumblers entertained the crowd. And everywhere there was such a variety of music and song. The tables where lined with with huge displays of food, there scents mingled through the air. And then she noticed the huge chair made of bones sitting in a place of prominences where it had an over view of the entire room. And still .. the man that sat upon that chair.. seemed to be watching there advance with interest. She cast a worried glance as they drew nearer. The way his eyes stared at her troubled her but she had little time to dwell on his interest as the drew nearer.
Thread: The Sky God's Offering (Warchief & Rapedoll)

Yuu hafa Osric irakenda heima? Osric irakenda quiraja torliin kholboo, the man sitting upon the throne bellowed as the giant and his little blonde prize neared the wood and bone throne. His voice rang through the hall and commanded order among the chaos. The dangers all stopped and turned to observe the impending trial, as did the serving wenches and the feasters. Outsiders of the tribe were not permitted in the mead hall it was a law that Eiriks ancestors had put into place upon the founding of the village. It was a law that, until now, had never once been broken in the history of the tribes existence. Once order had spread through the great hall, the man on the throne rose to his feet and a deadly silence settled over the barbarians. Osric, the tribes most decorated berserker, had broken the tribes oldest and most sacred law. He had brought an outsider into the hall of feasts, and one of the fragile invaders at that. He had, in their beliefs, brought a ten-year curse upon the tribe a curse that could only be lifted by the blessing of Magni, Father of the Heavens, and the chief deity of the mountain barbarian tribes. Kona einn ali qojar mori koske, Osric answered with a quieter, submissive tone as he neared the throne. The large man knelt once he was close to his comparatively smaller warchief and rolled his shoulders in an attempt to give the blonde and unspoken command to dismount from him. Could this really be the same giant that had ambushed the wagon? Certainly someone of his size would not have trouble defending himself against this other man who, though still large, was so much smaller than the behemoth. The warchiefs brown eyes, appearing black in the cave-like lighting, turned their glare from Osric to the little blonde. The hushed sound of whispers erupted throughout the hall. All of those in attendance were eager to see how this situation would be handled by their young and still inexperienced warchief. Eiriks father had passed from illness only two moons ago and had turned the mantle of warchief over to his only son who had proven a fierce warrior. Though the other warriors of the tribe respected his ferocity in battle, the tribes shaman and elders had yet to accept someone so young as their warchief until he proved as wise as he was savage.
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She tensed , ready to offer some futile resistance. As Osric jestered for her to get climb down from his shoulders. Right now she felt safer with this barbarian, Osric, then she did getting down facing this new savage. In all her nativity she didn't recognize this new man as a tribal chef. Then man, although, big and strong by her standards, still seemed rather young to be a village elder. And why was Osric kneeling before him? The way this new savage was speaking to Osric made her nervous. She slowly climbed down and got to her feet. She noticed others where starting to gather around the three of them. All eyes seemed to be on them. Elise was trying hard to conceal her tremors. Casting a side glance at Osric she decided she should do what he was doing .. So slowly she got to her knees still keeping a close eye on this new savage.