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Thread: Another Life {Cheshire Smirk & Blinkk}

Brothers! Maidens! It seems as if the Land of Plenty has finally found it's spine! One ship took the front of the formation, becoming the tip of an unstoppable spear. Down the bow and back to the stern marched a man who towered over the other warriors upon the ship. Darovar, Warchief of the Barrskor strode among his people, surveying each man and woman with an unwavering fierce stare of pride. Bear-Heart, that was what Barrskor meant in the Eldertongue. Did those softened by the Land of Plenty even remember the Eldertongue? No, surely they had forgotten such times. Darovar halted his progress and turned to glare at the coast as it drew closer and closer. This would be a day of glory and bloodshed, the kind of day a Barrskor drew breath to see. Let us shatter it! Bombards to work! Torch set pitch alight as corded muscles set to work loading and cranking the Trebuchet. Almost instantly the dark skyline was alight with fire. Steel spheres easily the size of a man's head arced high and sailed across the water to come crashing down upon the walls and ramparts of Trept. Gears cranked and shafts turned, raising up ballistae from the depths of the ships. tree trunks as wide and twice as long as a man, shaped into oversized crossbow bolts were strung, notched and launched at Trept's walls. The Baarskor had come prepared for war at it's most brutal. Skycallers, wake the Eagle Spirit! Darovar roared. Men and women naked save a mantle of eagle feathers and anklets of talons strung together by sinew moved proudly forward, lithely navigating the milling crowds of their kin. Skyclad shamans stepped up onto the railings and bow of the ship and then knelt down, arms raised to the sky. From every ship they chanted in unison, crying out to an unseen power. The winds around the Baarskor ships became even more turbulent, shearing and swirling to form a protective barrier against retaliation. The Land of Plenty may have forgotten the Spirits, but the Baarskor remembered. The Baarskor still walked the Ancient Path. The Baarskor warships did not slow as they approached the coast, instead their steel-clad bows shifted to align directly with the center of Trept's docks. Faster the ships moved as they closed in for the assault until the mighty iron-faced juggernauts broke a path straight to the sands of dry land. Iron hooked boarding ladders went over every inch of railing and a flood of howling, roaring flesh came spilling down the ladders without fear or forethought regardless of what waited below be it jagged rock, solid land or thrashing sea. Baarskor warriors moved with their battlegear as if they had been born with it.
Thread: Another Life {Cheshire Smirk & Blinkk}

As the invasion moved closer, the men inside of the city began to dread what was coming for them. The flaming stones caught them completely off guard, crashing into houses and bouncing a few times into people, more homes, the market place... finally they came to rest just in time for the walls to be pummeled by the monstrous ballistas. Every ounce of hope the men had left in them was now wiped out and they had no where to go. Minutes later, the chanting surrounded the city, causing several of the weaker men to drop their weapons and run as far away from the entrance as they could manage. The others stood their ground and began to attack as soon as they could, trying to hold off the enemy to the best of their ability. From inside the protected walls of the temple, Lea could hear the sounds of screams and the horrible smell of burning... everything. Wood, cloth, flesh... it was all there. The windows to the temple were still shut and those inside continued to pray until they broke at the seams. Many began to simply wale, trying to get out to their loved ones. Others fell silent, listening to the terror going on outside of the door. Lea looked to one of the priestess in the room who seemed quite calm about all of this. We're not going to make it, are we? If she did, it would be a miracle. My dear, it would be better to be killed where we stand then be taken by the warriors out there. She rested her hand on the girl's shoulder and looked up at the wall before them. Who knows what they would do to us. But if they murder our men then... Her words faded into silence as the sound of Barrskor footsteps approached. The temple was placed in the middle of the town in a central location where everyone could reach it when they needed to. This sign meant they were half way through their spree. Trept was theirs and they were coming to claim their prize. Hide. The best you can. The high priestess pointed in the direction of a room and told several girls to hide inside, pushing Lea forwards with them. Stay silent. And tell them nothing. But we can help! she argued quickly, pushing back against her hand. I would rather die tha-- Hide! Lea turned to the door for a second, listening to more cries of pain and pleads for mercy. If their own warriors were reacting in such a way, things much have been far worse than she thought. Instead of trying to argue again, she ran into the room, pulling the door shut and, with the help of another, pushed a desk in front of the door before hiding in the corner, closing her eyes and muttering her own prayer. Death, capture, it didn't matter. She wasn't sure which was better. She just wanted it to be over.
Thread: Another Life {Cheshire Smirk & Blinkk}

With each inch the fighting move, the chanting inside of the temple grew. The priests were refusing to back down until they reached their final moment of life. The elder of the religious order had come to terms with their death and saw it as a way to bring themselves closer to their gods while the younger still seemed to be hoping. With a quick swoop, the goddess would be able to come down and wipe out all of the barbaric tribe which stood against them. She could... but would she? Inside of the small room, the youngest of the order were shaking in fear. Many of the girls were clinging to each other, doing everything they could to silence themselves from the disgusting hoard just outside of the walls. A single window into the room was the only chance they had of seeing the terror outside of their final resting place. For sure, the men were going to come in through the door and kill each and every one of them. There was no doubt about that in their minds. The sounds of large axes chipping away at the front door riddled the interior of the temple just before everything went silent. Every eye turned towards the door, watching as splinters flew through the air. The head of an ax was next, bringing the chilled air from outside rushing into the temple. It was clear that no matter what they put against the door, nothing would hold the attackers back from taking their lives. The head priestess stepped up to the alter and extended her hands, her crisp white robes hanging gracefully from her body, cascading to brush against the ground. Her eyes turned upwards to the icon of a golden sun hanging against the wall, displaying the goddess was watching over all inside. Great goddess, guide us to your side... She let her eyes fall again, letting them slide closed as a tear rolled across her cheek.
Thread: Another Life {Cheshire Smirk & Blinkk}

With the sound of the opposing forces, the mood in the temple slowly began to change. There was still a hope. They may have been too late for most of the men outside, but for those who were surviving, not to mention the rest of their small culture inside the walls, there was a chance they would survive. The Clarions just had to get there... The crashing of horses to men echoed through the defeated city followed quickly by cheers from the soldiers of Trept. With a new mix of support, those who still lived began to fight back as much as they could, continuing to risk their lives to save themselves and their city. Chanting began again, giving support to their warriors against the mightiest of foes, giving them as much support as they could manage. As soon as the door opened, those inside fell silent, all turning to look at the man on the other side before running out of the way, finding their own place to hide from the dangerous barbarian who had now joined them. Those who hadn't moved held their eyes on the woman as she fell through the door and eventually the man when he joined her. And as they came further into the building, they drew more attention to themselves, including several of the women hidden inside the nearby room. They were shocked by just how tender the warrior was moving her, with a grace and gentleness that they never thought a brute like him would have. Lea tensed when she felt his eyes land on her, staring the warrior down in return. Lea, the priest called, a warning tone in his voice. Think of what this man has done. To your family. To our city. The red head turned to look at him, her bright hazel eyes studying his expression and words carefully but silently. But the tone in the warrior's voice wasn't leaving her mind. He was promising something that he, of all people, could grant if she agreed to help. Not only that, but would the goddess really want someone to die inside of her holy walls? Without another second of hesitation, the young woman climbed to her feet and came across the floor, ripping at her own sleeve to break cloth free. She put pressure on the woman's wound, careful to seal it as quickly as she could. Mjarrla? That's your name? She pushed just a bit harder, doing what she could to grab her attention. Mjarrla, stay with us. The goddess may call you, but it is not your time. What was she saying ? These people had attacked the city and killed so many people. Yet she was trying to help this woman. All in the name of the goddess. She didn't want to spoil her home with the warrior's blood. Great goddess, give me strength, she muttered before looking to the brute across from her. Hand here. Apply pressure. As soon as she could, she released the bandage, leaving the job to him, and ripped more of her shirt and skirt, hoping to wrap a new piece of cloth around the wound, holding it on for as long as she could. This wasn't the best place to heal people, but she was doing everything she could.
Thread: Another Life {Cheshire Smirk & Blinkk}

Lea pulled her hands back as soon as she felt Vallios touch her. Despite her trying to help, she knew the woman was too far beyond help. The Clarion had arrows that were meant to pierce and hold. Pulling it out of her body was probably the worst thing she could have done. Lea did everything she could to stop the bleeding, but in the end, Mjarrla began to pass. The priestess tensed as she began to fade from her life. She folded her hands together, waiting for a moment, until she was sure she was gone to give her own silent prayer. She could feel the woman's soul leave and, just as she had done for many in the past, she held her hands out to the body, leaving plenty of space between her and the two warriors in front of her. With a slow movement, she raised her eyes to the ceiling, holding her hands out, palms up. Good Goddess, take her spirit, she muttered, completing the proper prayer, even if Vallios didn't want it said. She died in their temple, in their city, in their land... it was important for a priestess of the city to give her the final rights. It wasn't Lea's position typically to do such a thing, but she felt it was right. And no one was about to argue with her. The building feel silent again, letting Vallios morn over the sound of fighting outside of the religious home. Sadly, it didn't last long and the fighting came closer than the others would have liked to admit. Again, they were in danger by one of the groups outside. At his orders, the priest began to argue. She is coming with us. I will not allow her to be left along with the likes of you and certainly not your people. The hatred burned in his voice, sending not only fear but regret over the young woman. Lea quickly climbed to her feet, backing away from the warrior, eyeing him carefully before taking in a deep breath. Hide, she instructed, eyes turning towards the elder in charge. He's already seen me. My hands are stained with her blood. Please. Run while you still can. I will play the roll of sacrifice. He was about to argue again but it didn't last long as the footsteps came even closer. They had no choice but to run and hide, leaving Lea alone with the warrior and his friend.
Thread: Another Life {Cheshire Smirk & Blinkk}

Sorry for the sudden absence. Life did that thing where it got in the way No attempt was made to stop Lea as she ran off into the night. They had scraps from her dress, scraps that carried the scent of her fear and desperation. Warhounds still waited in kennels on the ship, being held in reserve in the event that more reinforcements arrived to bring retribution for Trept's sacking. They'd be loosed if Lea decided to try and stray too far from sight and foolishly attempt to vanish into the night. Unfortunately for Lea, the first part of Last Rites was quite the short ceremony and she'd find herself afforded little time to ease her father's passing. The raiding party divided at that point, the men fanning out to resume scavenging over the town like vultures over a fresh kill while Darovar, Vallios, and the women formed two long lines to return to the ship. The hymns continued as loud and moving as before with Vallios' own deep voice adding contrast to the feminine voices that ranged from wailing soprano to powerful contralto. The myriad of pitches wove together into a fabric of sound and beauty that brought a startling juxtaposition to the pillaging. Once a building was emptied it was put almost vengefully to the torch, the Baarskor determined to leave not but ash and death where proud Trept once stood. Oddly enough however was the fact that the temple was spared a fiery end. Ritual alone spared Trept's house of worship from wrathful flame, Mjarrla had passed there and so the building had become sacred ground, left unmarred save it's shattered doors. Even the singing maidens held torches with blazing pitch as they moved back to the ravaged port. Every time a building went up in flames Mjarrla's name was roared in praise, each structure a burning beacon to her glory and memory. Vallios was the only Baarskor not participating in Trept's immolation. Mjarrla's trappings and body were his burden to carry, tower shield covering her with bladebreaker and scabbard across her breast. 'ey! Look what we've got 'ere. Two men had came upon the Baron's residence and the pile of fresh dead. First they noticed that the Baron's manor had not been ransacked...Then they noticed Lea. Cracked and chapped lips curled into a sardonic black-toothed grin as one of the two men went swaggering over to the mourning priestess. Wordlessly the man jabbed the heavy butt of his spear straight into the small of Lea's back, shoving with enough force to send her face first into the pile of the dead and a few feet from her dying father. Slowly the man shifted his spear, lining up a vicious thrust that would put Lea's father out of his misery. It was obvious the Baarskor held no reverence or respect for the lives of outsiders. It seems as if a lamb has escaped the slaughter. The man spoke, beetle-black eyes focused on Lea and dancing with wicked delight. This barbarian planned on murdering Lea's father right in front of her. Sorry it's short. I'm up to my ears in garbage. Things should return to their normal quality and awesomeness tomorrow.
Thread: Another Life {Cheshire Smirk & Blinkk}

Lea had eyes only for her father as he began to pass into the world beyond. She continued her prayers, muttering under her breath as she continued on, her voice cracking as the tears began to gently roll down her cheeks. The young priestess held herself together as well as she could, making sure to get through her final words to her father before he passed on. Her attention broke when she hear the men at the home of the baron, but she didn't turn away. Her entire body tensed to the point that it began to ache, attention still on her father but no longer praying. Instead, she gave him small words, hoping they could reach him where he was slipping to. Little words of love, caring, proving that she did still love him, despite all of their arguments. No pleads for him to return to her, no begs of forgiveness, only pure love for a parent. Her hands remained on his face, coated in the blood of her people as she continued to brush his hair back, cradling him as close to her soul as she could manage. Then the brutes arrived. Lea didn't have a chance to finish the proper rights when they joined the 'tender moment', as such a thing was called before. This time, her eyes came to look at them as they approached. She fell forward with the hit, forced to release her father, leaving him to their mercy. Fear came to the dying man's eyes as the men turned to point the tip of their spear against him. Don't you touch him! the girl cried, scrambling to her feet to approach them again. Don't kill him, you disgusting creature!
Thread: Another Life {Cheshire Smirk & Blinkk}

The final stroke was swift and merciless, broad-blade of a baarskor spear cutting through flesh like a knife through soft butter. Decapitation was the chosen method of death for Lea's father, the executioner using the momentum of the thrust to carry the butt of the spear out in a wide, vicious arc that was aimed for Lea's knee. She was pretty and still alive...The only two criteria needed for a pleasure-slave. Obviously the Baarskor ran the gamut of personalities these two men and their callous blood-lust drew a stark contrast to the animalistic fury of the Baarskor champion. Some men hunted out of necessity, other for sport. Such a notion was equally true for Baarskor raiding parties. It was unfortunate that Lea had decided to run, the man known as Vallios had intended to do Lea a further service by taking her as a prisoner of honor rather than a pleasure slave. Hopefully these two men would follow the Code of Spoils and at least present her before the raiding party to be bargained off. Disgusting? I'll tell you what's disgusting. You and your milk-drinking ilk have become so softened by the Land of Plenty that you cannot offer even the mildest of challenges. The spear-holder growled. The other man was already preparing a set of leather bindings, tying strips into a harness that would hold the arms and limit the legs. However, he did not make any moves towards Lea. It was obvious these two men were the sort to toy with their food. After all, every second spent with this woman was time that could be better spent sacking the town and conflagrating it's structures. Obviously they had to get their money's worth out of this scenario. Torture, torment and berate the woman to tears. It was well known that the men and women of the cloth had the strongest spirits...Which made them the most fun to break. The rabbit does not curse the wolf. The second man rumbled, smacking the leather of the bindings against his hand with a malicious smirk. Longer posts to come, I promise. I didn't anticipate her running away so the lovely scenes I had planned out are being modified xD
Thread: Another Life {Cheshire Smirk & Blinkk}

As soon as the blade sank into the man, Lea screamed in terror. That was not the way she saw this going for sure, knowing that no matter how much she screamed, the men would kill her father anyway. They were ruthless like that. But she could put in some effort no matter what the outcome. But like that... it seemed too cruel, even for the likes of them. She was obviously wrong. She did have enough sense to back away when the spear came back around towards her, crying out again as she jumped back before she realized that was exactly what they wanted from her. They wanted her to shake in fear, to scream and cry. The horror in her eyes was letting it be known that she was, in fact, feeling as they would have liked her to. There was no stopping her after what she had seen in the city. This was true terror and there was no stopping it. Their voices responded in the worst of ways, shaking her to the core, stabbing with each syllable, their growls and threats rocking her into a furry of feelings. She tried to pat them down, to resist crying in fear, but the tears were refusing to listen to her commands. They rebelled and slowly began to roll down her cheeks, which only made things that much worse for her, she figured. And the way they were looking at her... shivers ran down her spine, despite the chill being taken away by the fires burning in her city. There were only two though. Perhaps, if she planned it properly and took the right way out, she could get away from them. They may have been warriors, but she knew the city and she could bet she was much faster on her feet than they were. As soon as she heard the crack of the leather, she took her opening. Running in the straight opposite direction of the Baron's home, down towards the docks, she broke into a flat out run, putting all of her might into her action, wishing and praying to her gods they carry her to safety. The docks had the raiding party, yes, but she had heard stories of women being spared and taken back to their home for whatever reason. Hopefully not to kill them. But the men behind her, who she knew were chasing her, were after something she wasn't willing to give. Not like that and not to them. She could only pray there was someone there who would take mercy on her. Pray they didn't catch her before someone could see her coming, hear her cry for help. Pray and run. Sorry! Keeps you on your toes, doesn't it? 3 Hope it didn't ruin things too much.
Thread: Another Life {Cheshire Smirk & Blinkk}

No, it's great! First time a female lead has ran! Quick question Do we want the Baarskor secret to be revealed now or held as a plot device for later?
Thread: Another Life {Cheshire Smirk & Blinkk}

Ooh that's up to you. I sort of like having it as a plot device for later, since she's in a bit of trouble right now, how I figure it to be, at least. And it gives her a bit of mystery to what'll happen to her when she gets back to their home. And some things to save for a later time. But! If you'd like to reveal it now, then go for it. I can't stop you. Seriously though? The first? Well I'm honored then, to give you something different 8D