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Thread: Darkness Has Its Teachings (Athene & Alvis Alendran)

Yrsa was faintly seething as she led Hrothulf into the grotto. Being sent away on a fetch job for the Jarl was not what she wanted. She was his strong right hand, the one that he trusted to execute his will as well as his enemies. That thought did make her realize that he was probably sending her in here to make sure that whatever they found wasn't hidden away or spoiled by anyone else. It would do to have pockets of coin or gems hidden away. As they advanced, she heard a faint whimpering sound. She turned back to Hrothulf who nodded, and stowed his weapon to spark a torch to life. The coming light showed a crowd of huddled people. The women and children indeed. Yrsa swung her spear off of her shoulder, and aimed it straight at the crowd. They flinched back, some faint cries of alarm and screaming happened until she gave a wordless shout. Sllence fell, and she swung hte spear around to the entrance, and jerked her head in a gesture that they empty. In fits and starts, nervous movments, people started to work their way out, Hrothulf nodding as they passed, keeping a count on how many were there. He was good with his memory, and would know how many women young boys and young girls would be passing by. Yrsa took up the rear, making sure the place had been emptied. Goormr nodded in a contemplative fashion. Slaves are a resource for us. But only so far. An irritant can be discarded easily. When they emerge, however many there are, do what you can to ensure they remain a resource, and not an irritant. Know that if we carry nothing back but the goods and coin we've taken, and butcher every living soul here, I will sleep soundly and be content. He told Rowena in a calm, matter of fact tone, showing no real emotion in the promise of murdering the defenceless population of the village. As the first people began to stumble out of the grotto, the housecarls began to form a cordon, making sure that they would be within weapons reach of anyone who tried to make a rbeak for freedom. Such was not happening here today.
Thread: Darkness Has Its Teachings (Athene & Alvis Alendran)

Rowena Rowena had to bite down on her lower lip when she heard Goormr's response. ... Irritant? Do these people truly view anyone that isn't the same as them in such low regards? Slavery was disgusting enough to think about. But considering it would be lowered to that sorta degree was ... worse. It made her stomach sink, her heart quickly following. Her eyes briefly shut as she slowly nodded. I'll talk to them all. They won't ... misbehave. If she had to use a word to describe someone disobedient, than she'd do so in a more accurate and human manner than referring to anyone as an 'irritant'. What happened with your barrier? one of the women asked, looking something between shocked and annoyed. Both of these were fair enough, given Rowena was feeling about the same. She hadn't really expected to be forced to remove it at all. But these ... what were they, anyway? Whoever these people were, they were smarter than she'd planned. And it had been a good part of the reason she sacrificed the fortification spell and used an elemental one. I ... miscalculated. I'm sorry. But if I didn't get rid of it, you would have died from being trapped. I couldn't just ... Her head bowed as the first doses of shame flooded the Celtic Seer. The same child she'd attempted to comfort ran forward, hugging Rowena around her waist. Shhh, Rowena whispered in a calming voice. W-What's going to happen now? Rowena looked up, briefly locking eyes with the Jarl as if to get an idea on what to say to that question. But then .... she had promised to talk and keep everyone under wraps. Besides, it'd likely be revealed later. So, she looked back down to the small girl instead. One hand remained beside Rowena's head while the other gently wove through the child's hair. I'm not sure. But he's promised not to kill anyone if you follow their lead. Go back to your mom, alright? I'll ... be nearby. Giving a few more pats to the girl's back, Rowena rose her left hand one more as the lass obeyed the Seer's instructions. Everyone else seemed to hear and heed what she'd said, because no sudden moves - save the girl going back to her parent - was made. Looking back up to Goormr, her head moved in an up and down motion as she spoke, maintaining eye contact as every word passed her lips, ... Alright. They'll cooperate, as will I.
Thread: Darkness Has Its Teachings (Athene & Alvis Alendran)

Rowena So far, so good. Well, as 'good' as one could consider this situation, anyway. Still, these men hadn't tried ot abruptly lunge forward and shove a spear through any of the captives. That truly was a relief for Rowena to see it meant her words had been understood well enough. Of course, she realized this also meant she was keeping her end of the bargain well enough. True as that may be, it was much more forgivable than if she'd been the cause of thirty plus deaths. Offering Goormr an affirmative nod, her arms slowly lowered as he put his axe away. To the shores, everyone! Follow! Each step towards their destination made her heart sink a bit more, the fire only making it just a bit worse as most of the village was set ablaze. Still, Rowena's head very slowly looked around. Among the sea of bodies, she wasn't seeing Isolde's ... and that was another miracle. Perhaps she had gotten away. Good. Maybe this wasn't a completely hopeless situation. It'd take a while, as even Rowena didn't know exactly who these people were. Which thus meant Isolde would need to find a way to learn that, also. If she's alive and well though, then at least there is a chance that may be able to happen at all ... Nodding to herself, Rowena shifted her gaze, looking completely straight ahead. Her opinion on these strangers hadn't changed. They were cruel, and incredibly cunning. At least, however, it seemed they had a decent enough control on their temper. They could be reasoned with, and hopefully that would help out in the long run of her new and inevitable future. If they'd been so sadistic that even negotiations couldn't be made, this would be much worse. Scathach. please forgive my failure. Acknowledge I'm attempting to make up for it by keeping everyone alive and well. All those who grace people with wisdom, please ensure to comfort the women and children. Help guide them, especially after I'm separated from them. Her head lifted, having subconsciously lowered when Rowena began her silent prayers. Taking note of the boats and the sea, she added one last internal plea in her mind. And Dylan ... allow us all to get there safely. Let not the waves take any of the innocent here. Taking several deep breaths, Rowena glanced back up in time to see the numerous manacles and chains being puled over by one of the Vikings. Rowena gulped softly, feeling nervous. A bit scared even her emotions were simply being kept under wraps. The moment she gave into despair, the others likely would and ... it wouldn't end well for anyone. Not even herself. Stay put. Allow them to do what's needed. The whines and protests - mostly from children - made Rowena's heart sink. Remain beside your parents you'll all be fine, she added, hoping it'd reassure them, even if only a little bit. When her turn arrived, she would finally do whatever was needed. If that meant moving some of her red hair away, so be it. Otherwise, she offered a leg or arm to be caught in the chains. Whatever was done would end up with a chilling click as the lock was secured in place, simultaneously sealing her - and the other Celts' - fates.
Thread: Darkness Has Its Teachings (Athene & Alvis Alendran)

Goormr looked at the mass of people that were about to be made into spoils of war. His eyes picked across them, mentally marking them out for specific roles. Some of the women could be used as servants for some of hte radiers, several of them were young enough to be worth something. A few of them were older, matrons really, and they would have less use as labour workers, but there were a few families that could use the help with their younger children. The young boys were a simple call on the way home, there was an outpost from the southern lands established. They were always eager to buy the young boys. He didn't know for certain for what purpose, but he was also certain he didn't much care. They paid in good silver, even gold when the prize was good enough. Goormr watched as the man with the slave coffle began to have each person dragged forward, their wrist fed into the manacle, putting the cuff onto a small portable anvil, and the locking pin hammered into place. The man knew his business, and was quick and efficient. Half of them were set up for one of the ships, and dragged to it. They'd be loaded. Yrsa appeared beside Rowena, giving her a gentle shove towards the anvil. She wasn't the first on the coffle, nor the last, she'd be locked into place with the others. The man witht he hammer didn't hesitate, recognize any kind of significance to her, he just siezed her arm, locked the manacle over the wrist, and hammered it into place. Once that was done, Goormr held up a hand. Motion of the newly captured people stopped. He leveled a finger at one of hte women. SHe looked up at him. She was old, a crone really. Not you. He said in the tongue that had worked with Rowena. Too old. There was a moment of silence as the words sank in, before he gave a nod to one of his men. The man was Gunnar, and he grabbed the old woman by her hair, dragging her away from the beach by it. Protesting screams from the remaining prisoners came, and a few tried to surge forward, only to have raiders unceremoniously pummel them to the sand. A few took additional blows once they were down, but all were careful not to inflict any lasting harm. No sense in damaging the merchandise. Gunnar looked back, seeking approval for his action from his Jarl, who simply nodded. He shifted his grip, and hauled the woman up, his hand around her throat, adn heaved, casting her away from him. And through the door of a burning home. Flames erupted from the new breach int he side, a fitting signal to the end of someone. Goormr noted that the woman had not made a sound, not through the entire proceeding. He nodded, finding some respect in that. He'd honour her courage when they sailed. Get these people loaded! I want us on the waters in twenty minutes or less! He roared out. Men snapped to work, loading hte loot intot he middle of each ship, and finishing off the locking down the slaves. Tue to his demand, the ships were pushed off of hte surf, adn onto the waters quickly. Oars in the water, they made the turn, and began the trip back to the lands of the North.
Thread: Darkness Has Its Teachings (Athene & Alvis Alendran)

The sound of the slap caught a bit of attention from the crew. Goormr turned from his place at teh bow, seeing teh sudden screaming woman shouting at the volur. He half considered making an example of her, showing what might happen if there was too much commotion or noise from teh slaves, but it seemed to calm itself down. That was good. He spared a glance around hte ship to see where his crew had wound up. the men were just unfurling hte sail to let them catch the wind and be on their way, though across the distance, he saw Yrsa was delivering a hard blow to the head of one man, likely for trying to take advantage of their new merchandise. It wasn't opposition to the practice, but not before they reached home. It could distract from needed duties. When Rowena threw her questions at him, he felt his brow lift slightly. They were simple questions, but ones that he ahd expected earlier, or to be accompanied by a great deal more curses. He left teh bow, moving closer to her, preferring not to have to shout. He stayed on the walkway beside her, making it so she would have to look up at him to speak directly. It was a small thing, but he appreciated smaller ways of reminding people that he was in fact above them. I am the Jarl of these people. He paused a moment collecting his thoughts. The Angles call us the Danes. Southern places call us the Rus. Places near to you may call us the Normanni. But beyond all that, we are the Viking Norse. He smiled as he finifshed speaking, but it wasn't a smile that held any real mirth. It was still cold, and didn't reach his eyes. And we are taking you back to my home, where some of you will be our permanent... guests . That last word was rich with a kind of sarcasm. I'm sure that you'll find us most generous hosts.
Thread: Darkness Has Its Teachings (Athene & Alvis Alendran)

Rowena Would he even come over, let alone answer her? Somehow, it seemed more likely to get a response from Goormr back in Gaul because the plea she made actually did matter. The questions she just asked were ... simple. Laughably so. And yet, they were just as important as asking if he could try to spare the other Celtics. Somewhat amazingly, he did walk over, signaled by the heavy thudding sounds his boots made. Should Rowena have any doubts, her head lifted to see whom was walking over. Indeed, it did turn out to be none other than Goormr himself. ... Jarl. That term sounded a bit familiar. Vaguely, but enough that Rowena was almost positive she'd heard it at least once before. Where from though? The Angles call us the Danes. Southern places call us the Rus. Places near to you may call us the Normanni. But beyond all that, we are the Viking Norse. Normanni ... that's right ... It was ironic. And if it wren't for the fact she was being taken away - likely to become a slave - Rowena would have maybe laughed out loud. It was a huge maybe, one that kept her expression from even shifting to looking like she'd cave into the temptation. But now that he reminded her of whom his group were known as, Rowena understood why they sounded familiar. Because they had. In fact, the now late king Bssil had considered attempting to figure a treaty of sorts out among these people. Ahh, the bittersweet irony indeed. Rowena's gaze remained stoic as she looked directly into the Jarl's eyes. Simultaneously, there was no threat nor even hate in her eyes. More like curiosity as opposed to other emotions. I see .... Rowena answered, nodding slowly as she heeded the man's words. Her mouth opened as she started to reply ... but stopped. Even though it was tame enough, that would just be her luck. That she'd voice her thoughts and get lashed at for expressing them anyway. There probably would have been something he'd hear and not be overly pleased with ... maybe? Probably. Either way, even though it was civil, she didn't want to take that chance. I suppose I'll find out ... Allowing the word to merely echo in her mind, Rowena offered the Jarl one last affirmative nod before turning, looking back out towards the sea once more. Raising her unchained hand, she used it to rest her cheek in, trying to get as comfortable as possible. If these truly were the Vikings, it'd likely be more than a day's worth of travel, even on boat. If ever there was a perfect chance to try acquiring rest, it was now when the opportunity was all but before her eyes.
Thread: Darkness Has Its Teachings (Athene & Alvis Alendran)

She spoke again, and Goormr considered just ignoring her, but knew that such would cause more problems than it solved. Part of not having captured slaves become an irritant was by doing a small part to keep them somewhat content. Far less likely to revolt on you that way. And the volur wanted to know something that was fairly simple. He hadn't yet returned to his post at the bow, so why not. He ahd to try and parse through whats she meant by 'seer', since his first instinct was to take it at it's most basic, one who saw, which was most everyone. But there was more connotation to it, and he thought it over. A volur is a wise woman that may do working of the Gods for the benefit of people. They sometimes see the coming events before they transpire, but not all of them. Other places have called them witches. So...perhaps yes...but also no. The word does not move well to other languages. The last was almost an admission, as though he knew that any explanation he offered was not going to be perfect. If it is a man, we call them a Seidrman. The roles are very similar, as are the gifts most often. He paused, toying with saying more, wondering if he shoudl be asking questions of her in turn, but ultimately deciding against it, and turning away, looking out over teh side of the ship, knowing that home was coming. While a fast, hard raid was a fine thing, he did enjoy the feasts that celebrated their return, the renewed oaths of fealty from his men when he shared out the wealth, and the swift bargaining that came to determining the value of captured prisoners. And then would likely come the envoys from neighbouring villages. Life was precarious in the North, always a delicate balance between remaining fierce adn successful, buit to appear to be too successful or too fierce would bring foes to your door from home. A difficult people to live amongst. Get what rest you can Volur. Your new home will be upon us in days now. He warned idly before leaving her. Goormr had been honest, it was a few further days before they rounded the last bend in the waters, and came into view of their own harbour. The village bustled with activity, and Goormr could hear shouts coming from the shore already as lookouts spotted the ships. The men expertly guided the ships to their berths and began to disembark. Several of the people that worked on the docks stepped forward to assist with unloading the cargo and take it to the mead hall. The slave coffles were unhoked from the ships, and the slaves pulled onto the dock. It was a brisk day, no sign of snow, but it was far from pleasant to any not covered in heavy layers of furs. One coffle had many empty links on it, evidence of hte young biys taken from it. There was a hollow look in the eyes of several of the women, and Goormr made a note to keep that in mind during valuing them. Take the to the hall. He ordered his people, before sparing a glance to Rowena. Welcome home Volur. He said with a sneering edge to his voice, the false nature of the greeting dripping from the words. Teh chain went taut, pulling them towards teh raised hall.
Thread: The Cop and the Maiden ( SithLordOfSnark x schatten )

The evening was coming up while Ann was sneaking around in the buildings of an abandoned factory. Twilight was all over the scene, and she knew exactly that she should not be there. But all this was thrilling her up and raising her emotional enjoyment. And she got all time of the world, as her mother was not caring much about her, she was more for her today's lover, for quick money, alcohol, and drugs. And her father... left them all when she was a little kid. Ann loved the danger and doing the forbidden. She was out for shop theft today, and she got some very sexy gothic clothing she was wearing for the first time. Black and intentional ripped tights, her beloved high heeled boots, a very very short, hot jeans pants also in destroyed look and a gray t-shirt. Also new was a black leather jacket. Just now she entered one of the halls by a broken window. She enjoyed to feel the cold air on her skin, the moldy atmosphere around and all this concrete made solid walls and constructions. There was some large machinery in a part of the hall, steal made devices, pipes, cranes. She stood with her back to a steel beam, her hands up over her head around the cold and rough material, and closed her eyes. She was about to dream away into another world. A world of love, of desire, of sex, of satisfaction. And of course of pain, torture, and death.
Thread: The Cop and the Maiden ( SithLordOfSnark x schatten )

Jackson had been doing his nightly patrol when he saw something suspicious. A woman was sneaking into a building she had no business being in. He had pondered radioing it in, but he decided to investigate on his own. Pulling his flashlight, he walked up to the building and fiddled with the door finding it to be locked. Pulling out his skeleton key which opened every door in the city, he unlocked the large metal door and pushed it open before stepping inside and raising his flashlight. Show yourself. He called out.
Thread: The Cop and the Maiden ( SithLordOfSnark x schatten )

Ann heard a crack at the door, and soon was alarmed. There was again this fear welling up and thrilling all her senses. This fear in combination with all her desire and excitement. Then there was a voice, commanding and rough. She had to run, and she knew, but some magic of the moment was pinning her to the position she was in. She was enjoying, a weird and insane sensation of being in danger, of being vulnerable. She was the prey and the hunting just began.
Thread: The Cop and the Maiden ( SithLordOfSnark x schatten )

Holding up his flashlight, Jackson shone it deeper into the room as he moved further inside. Come out. He called out to the mostly empty building as he moved his flashlight around to see if he could catch a glimpse of someone. He kept his gun holstered as he waved his light around to try and find the source. He made his way deeper into the large warehouse. Show yourself! He shouted out again, a little louder then previous times.
Thread: Red Beauty w/MysteriousD

See more Everyone in the village knows about Cerise Hood, she is considered the most prettiest girls there. Men wants to be around her, and women envy her. She doesn't flaunt her beauty, she is rather humble, and is most dedicated to her family. She has a father, a step mother, and a grandmother who lives in the woods. Her father is quite Ill, he has been for some time now, and her grandmother always has medicine on hand. Today is that time to head over there to pick it up, like she always has. She puts on her favorite red hood, and makes her way on the usual forest path to her house.
Thread: Red Beauty w/MysteriousD

Deep within the Dark Woods laid many strange and mystic beasts within the land. One of which was none other than the Big Bad Wolf. A wolf larger than any known, he was able to walk and speak like a man, yet he was wiser than the average man. Within the Woods, he lurked, waiting for his prey. After all, he was promised one. According to a human woman, she would grant him a suitable mate. He did not question why, after all, he hungered for a mate to bear his pups and magical beasts like him preferred other mystic beasts or humans for their mates.
Thread: Red Beauty w/MysteriousD

Cerise is used to walking the trail by herself, it is nothing new to her. The only rule is that she cannot stray from the path. That was placed on her when she was a child, but she is older now, and she has broken the rules a few times. She doesn't feel like breaking it on this trip, her father needs the medicine, maybe later she would gather flowers.
Thread: Red Beauty w/MysteriousD

The Big Bad Wolf kept following through the undergrowth and weaving through the tall dark trees. He was keeping his eye on the child. From what he saw, she was going to deliver some medicine for her father. If nothign else, he will let her deliver the medicine before taking her on the way back. It would also perhaps give the opportunity for her stray off the path and make it easier for him to take her.
Thread: Red Beauty w/MysteriousD

The girl is traveling on the road, the path is empty as always. No one else take the road to her grandmother house except for her, and did it dozens of time. Cerise doesn't suspect that she is being stalked from the shadows, things have been peaceful when she reached her grandmother's house. She have spent some time there, before she walks back out with the medicine for her father. The outside of the path has pretty plants, debating whether she would take only a few.
Thread: Red Beauty w/MysteriousD

The Big Bad Wolf kept an eye on the girl when she arrived in the cottage in the middle of the woods. She went inside the strange structure to pick up the medicine and she was walking back out. He saw her eyeing the flowers. He stayed low and down, waiting to see her move. At the right moment, he would pounce and take her to his den.