Thread: Bronze age: Killer and a Wolf |Lagertha x DaL|

Everyone runs from their nightmares. Well, sane people at least. Then again who was really sane to begin with? Because people had dictated what was right from wrong made them above everyone else and the sane ones? At least thats how society was formed since the beginning of time. No one questioned the Gods, the belief systems in place, and no one questioned the Kings or Queens above their heads. Still, majority of people lived on the outskirts of kingdoms, such was a time in the bronze age. Where people could live how they wanted without much dictatorship of Gods and Men if they so choose. There were truths to what people believed, it was how society had been formed, it was how men went into battle eager to die for their Gods or Kingdom. One thing was for sure, it never mattered where she had traveled to over the years. Majority of the rules that were enforced were the same Dont kill. Dont Steal. Dont rape. Dont cheat. Most people would think growing up on these rules would be enough, that they would be safe to raise their children without fear. However not all children grew up sweet and sugary..there were some of those whose minds became as twisted as their hearts. Her whole life she had watched people run from danger, run from the nightmares in their heart and dreams, fear the unknown. It was amusing, how much they tried to hide their true natures, their true selves. Then again, there were some of them that had not been so good at hiding their truths. Eik Oddle could remember the first time she had killed someone. She had been playing with her sisters and brothers in the field. Her brothers had been swinging sticks at one another, just thick enough to leave a bruise, and her sisters had been sitting there sewing. One sister had been sewing up the youngest sisters doll, the other sister had been fixing a shirt of their fathers. Eik had been watching her brothers, only five was the girl when she ventured away from the group. Eik had found a little boy down by the river, dishpan scrubbing to find some good rocks he could use for daily work. The boy had wandered too far down the river bed away from his home, and he was no bigger than Eik who was only a few inches shy of three feet. The boy was no older than a year above Eik. She had found herself, kicking the boy into the river bed as the waves were strong that day from the heavy breeze. Do go on Eik, tell us the whole story. She remembered herself recalling the story to the group of assassins she had wanted to join at the age of twelve. Though the group had claimed the girl too young to be doing the heavy things in the guild, they had wanted to hear about her first kill. She remembered the round face of one of the men, the decoy that was talking to her in the cavern while the others backs were to her on the table behind. Well.. Eik could remember the smile that had crept on her face. You never forget your first kill. I had kicked the boy in, I was five and he was six. He had often played with my things, or threw rocks at my little sister with his older brothers. My little sister was only four, and had taken ill that week. I thought I kicked him in, for a joke, to treat him poorly like he had treated my little sister Eik choose her words carefully, but this had been a time before she had become completely merciless. ..The boy didnt know how to swim, he cried as he hit the middle of the stream asking for me to help..I watched him, it was suppose to be a joke, but no one was there to laugh besides me. I could have pulled him out, I could have saved him..instead I picked up the rocks in his pan, some of the smaller ones at first and started to throw them at him. He was bloody by the time I picked up the larger ones, still breathing.. You kicked the boy into the river, for a joke you say? Then the beast took hold and made you stone him too? She remembered the black hood, the jawline of the man sitting behind her. This big man to her right had been the decoy afterall, she was really relaying her story to the men behind her. The beast, the men had joked to her, was her truth, the truth most people ran from. The moment her started screaming, I just wanted him to stop. So I kept throwing until he went below the water. I could have still saved him. Instead I went home with my family, frightened the Gods of the forest knew what terrible thing I had done and would punish me. Or that my father might find out.. How foolish Eik had been. It was the bronze age, but her father was a great hunter, she had thought if he couldnt tell what she had done then she would be at the mercy of the Gods. I prayed the whole year that the Gods not punish me for what I had done. Karma, I had called it. Even when a farmer too hundred miles away had found the body at the end of that year. I thought I might confess to my father, I thought I might be punished. Instead, his brothers were punished for the act, and my siblings laughed. Eik had still been a child at this moment, when the men had seen promise in the girl and had agree to let her join the guild, if only for minimal labor for the first three years. She could still remember the food she had ate after killing the boy, and could remember the lives she had taken before she had turned twelve. Still, for three years Eik had grown up under the assassin guild, and when the girl had turned fifteen she was allowed to go with them to kill their targets. The girl had been sloppy at first, someone picking up the mess she had left behind with each kill. Every life she took, Eik got better at the craft It had finally gotten to the point when Eik had turned seventeen she had left the guild altogether, after killing one of the leaders from sheer boredom. She knew there was money to be made, and the assassins only gave her a third of the pay. Over the years in the guild, Eik had made powerful friends, and easily after leaving she climbed the ladder to the wealthiest of the wealthy. Her journey had lead her here, in a small summer home of a councilman of the north. Eik had traveled all this way with a band of other travelers putting on a fair for the country side. Eik was turning nineteen in a day or two, but the girl could care little about her age. She was here on business, listening to an old man speak as she sat there in his finely crafted chair. Her hair was tied up, twisting with different knots and such, bleached a light white color to remove the lice from her hair after traveling such a long way. The man was up, pouring himself a drink as he looked at her. I could have remembered the man that suggested you, saying your hair was red. The old man spat as he took a swig of wine. Old drunk. Perhaps when I was child, before I ran away from home. My family would have spotted me a mile away. Not many people had out color red in the countryside. The man laughed, as he moved over slowly to his chair. Eiks skin had become slightly tanned from the amount of sun she had seen over the last year, pretending to be a peasant had its benefits, though her skin was still pale enough to pass herself as a noble. And no councilman, I dont really tan, and yes Im still whiter than you. Eik had been with enough nobles that the same questions always popped up. She never understood their fascination with her appearance, or how she managed to get the calculus off her hands and feet. Perhaps it was the fact Eik herself was very pleasing to the eye, large breasts, small waist, large hips, toned body, round face, small nose, thin brows, long black eyelashes, and golden eyes. Her hair was long too, past her butt if she let it down. Now, who was it you wanted me to kill and why? Eik was impatient as she watched the man sit, twisting on the seat in front of her to try to get comfortable. Now wait a minute. I want to know about you. The old man coughed, and Eik glared. Councilman. You know Im a killer, you know what my weight will be in silver and gold. You know I wont leave any trace that will come back to you, and I wont speak about this to anyone. Dont ask me how they will die, a man will die on how I see fit at the time, a woman or a child too. You need to know nothing about my work, but know this councilman. I am a contract killer, and you are wasting my time, and wasting my money. So hurry up, before you make yourself a very dangerous enemy. The councilmans lip twitched at Eiks harsh words. Then again, Eik had never been the best with words unless it was for the kill. Threatening a councilman is an act of treason little girl! I could have the emperor kill you! The old man spat. To this, Eik smiled evilly. You could send out your guards, you could tell your Emperor what you tried to do, and by the time your men even start to look for me Ill be gone and youll be left without a trace of me besides this conversation. Eik cracked her fingers, as she looked dully at the porky man. Of of course, here.. This is all the information you should need. The man pulled out some goatskin parchment with writing on the pages. Eik snatched the papers from him, flipping through them quickly before she sat them in her lap. Payment. Eik announced, not playing games. Y-Yes, here you go. The old man snapped his fingers, a servant came to his side before he whispered in the girls ear. Eik watched the girl leave, before coming back with a sack full of coins and laid it at Eiks feet. You have enough silver to last you a few years. The man laughed as Eik opened the bag after picking it up. She picked up a coin, biting it, and a few others before closing the bag and standing up. Wait! Is this it? I give you some papers, the payment and then you leave? You paid me to kill a man. You paid me more to make sure it looked like an accident or a natural cause. We are done here. Im sure youll hear about his death very soon. Im sure your colleague has already told you not to stiff me on fake silver, yes? The man nodded and to this Eik smiled, as she stood above him in his sitting position at only 53. Good, then we are done. You will never hear from me again. Eiks journey out of the councilman's house to her destination took longer than she thought it would. Traveling with a band of circus people did not always bode well for her, but she fit right in. Though she departed from them in the dead of night to join another group of travelers going to the city she needed to be in. It was nighttime on a saturday, the rain was pouring and made the stench of mud and mildew that much worse. At least there was the soft scent of moss and pine in the air that hit her nose. Eik had dressed in a ragged cape, the hood up with holes in it to make her look all the bit of a peasant. Hell, majority of her time she was in some form of peasant clothing, pretending to be invisible to get to the people she needed to. Her bare feet sloshed around in the mud. Ripped toenails she had done before joining the new group of travelers to make her fit more of the part. Eiks golden hues looked on the cabin that was near the outskirts of town. This is the one. She saw the notches in the side, where swords had hit there once for fun, Eik knew even if someone was watching her, they wouldnt know who she was when she went to run. Made her life a hell of a lot easier. Thankfully, the moon was full this night, and with the stars in the sky and thunder, Oil lamps lit up the mans home, but Eik easily found her way inside through the front door with the man awake. She shrugged off her cloak, letting it fall to the ground to reveal her tattered dress that hung on her loosely. The councilman had wanted the murder to look like an accident, or natural, which could be difficult if the man saw her. Still, she snuck her way towards the kitchen, hearing the man clank around plates as she looked inside. The man looked older, salt and pepper hair, tired shoulders. Luckily, his back was to her and Eik looked around the kitchen before smiling. There was a pelt below the mans feet, it would be easy to pull it out from under him, to watch him trip then finish the job. Eik moved into the kitchen, crouching down to grab the pelt and lift it up lightly, she was ready to tug.