Thread: Another Life {Cheshire Smirk & Blinkk}

Daravor had worked the Barrskor into a frenzy, but it was not he who lead the charge. A lone Baarskor warrior had been the first to get to grips with the defenders of Trept. From the highest sail he had swung out by rope, over the rails and far ahead of the first ship, the Waveseeker. The Skycallers' hands followed the warrior's arc, sending winds to carry him aloft and bring him crashing down on those foolish enough to be waiting at the docks. Clawed boots landed firmly in the chests of two men, the fearless warrior keeping himself steady as he felt steel pierce bone. With horrifying grace, precision, and power this solitary warrior cut through ten of the rallied defenders before his first victims managed to hit the ground. His weapon of choice was a heavy halberd with two wickedly curved blades spread between eight feet of steel haft. This man wore armor of blackened steel chain and a bear-pelt cloak. The cloak still had the bear's head, arms and claws attached and they fit over the warrior's face and hands. The docks shuddered and the sound of snapping timber filled the air as the Baarskor ships beached themselves. The dock shuddered with one final impact, though the man did not need to look to see the source. A woman landed in a similar fashion with equal poise and grace, barely bending her knees upon landing. Reminds me of our first dance of the Winter Moon. Twenty years ago this man had been here, he could remember when this grand fortress had been not but a sleepy trading town named Belbarren. He had been 14 then nothing more than a whelp learning to hunt. It was here that he had been wounded for the first time, and it was here that he and his Shield-maiden had fought side by side for the first time. They had both been but acolytes, sent with the raiding parties because fever and a particularly frigid winter had claimed the lives of many of the Baarskor's veteran warriors. Now he returned as champion of his people, bound inseparably from the woman that had saved his life in this very town so long ago. It had been the man who had spoke, slowly turning to face the newcomer. A smile stretched across his thin lips, a smile that reached his topaz eyes. The man had a mane of raven hair that hung at the base of his throat, bringing a stark contrast to his pale but weather-worn skin. The man stood at 6'3, making him one of the taller, but not the tallest of his people. A strong but not over-imposing jaw and high cheek bones made the man handsome by any standard. However, a long black scar marred an otherwise shockingly agreeable face. This scar, thick as a finger ran from the middle of his left eyebrow all the way down to the collar-bone. The mark even extended over the eyelid, the ghost of a wound that had come within millimeters of taking half of the man's sight. The woman gave a small chuckle before shoving the man in the small of the back, reminding him there was fighting to do. Eyes of deep azure sparkled momentarily with what might have just been love, if it was even possible for the 'barbarians' to experience such civilized emotions. The woman's face was hidden behind a horned steel helmet, the feminine curves of her strong, lithe body protected by armor of banded steel plates. Together the two charged into Trept, leading their kin by an easy hundred yards. Man after man died to the pair as they carved a path for their clan, the defenders unable to strike even a single blow. Together they worked deeper into the town as an unstoppable whirlwind of steel and fury, laying low any foolish enough to stand in their place. Eventually the two fought back to back in the heart of the town, holding their own with ease against odds that reached fourteen to two. Step by step the two worked their way up the steps of the temple until they reached the heavy wooden doors. Knowing the way would be barricaded both warriors retrieved boarding axes from their belt loops. The rest of the tribe was busy ransacking the town and stripping away everything of usable value. Two people could easily round up the spoils of a temple!