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Thread: A Viking's Tale (Charon & ScarletAngel)

Outside, a dozen men, six to a side, drove the battering ram home against the door while others created a roof of shields above their heads, overlapping them to give some form of protection. They had been at it for the better part of ten minutes and the door looked finally ready to break. Although the rain had stopped the arrows continued to fall and Orm could see that a number of his men had been wounded a few killed as a result. He was growing more frustrated with each successive crash of the ram, cursing the Irish oak of the door. The arrows were a nuisance the bow a weapon for cowards as far as he was concerned, infuriated the men who spewed insults at them, calling them old women and much worse, challenging them to fight like men. Hrafn approached and nodded as Orm met his eye. Perhaps they cant hear your knock, my lord. He joked, seeing that the Jarl was growing impatient. I can put more men to the task. An arrow struck the ground near their feet, but neither man seemed to notice. The Dragon nodded and the Raven called for more men. As Orm turned his head to look towards the tower another arrow glanced off the brim of his helm and sliced into his left bicep. He cursed as he felt the blood begin to run down his arm, warm, sticky and steaming in the morning air. Get it DONE! He yelled at the men crossing the courtyard to be nearest the door. The next blow dealt a thunderous crack, the door caving in. The final blow drove the door open and Orm led the men through. Ivarsgard! The battlecry rang out as he charged and his men took up the cry. They decended on the militia like ravenous wolves, the Vikings anger fueled by having been needled by the arrow fire. Now they would take their revenge. The Jarl charged the man in the center of their line. Orm's sword came down hard, but the man managed to bring up his shield just enough to keep his head from being cleaved. The Dragon kicked the shield hard, both driving the swordsman back and freeing his blade. In the same motion he hacked low and left, catching a militiaman just below the knee, nearly severing the limb. His eyes never left his original foe. In the chaos of battle he was master. The tip of Orm's sword was low and menacing as he closed on the swordsman who had regained himself and was preparing for Vikings next attack. The Jarl spoke in a loud voice and in the enemies tongue so they would understand. I am Orm, son of Ivar, son of Ulf, Jarl of Ivarsgard and Jorpeland! Our quarrel is not with you, but your master! I give you my oath- lay down arms you shall keep your lives! Ask yourselves- are your lives less dear then his? Would he spill his blood for you? Continue to resist and we will kill everyone here... and in the village.
Thread: A Viking's Tale (Charon & ScarletAngel)

Put them down. Came a weary voice from the back near the vault. All heads turned towards the proud Lord in his freshly polished armor. His blonde hair was streaked with gray and green eyes very much like his daughters gazed at the Jarl. We do not need to risk the lives of every woman and child in this village over a few acres of farmland. These barbarians can be monstrous but they do have honor. As far as Lord St. Rose was concerned as long as his daughter got out safely he didnt mind dying for her. He was old and tired now, no longer the quick duel wielding fighter hed been in his youth. His people, while he was hard on them, were important and if there was a chance they could be spared he would take it. Before I let you kill me all I ask is for your word as Jarl you will take care of these people. He began being certain everyone in the castle heard them. Taking care meaning not killing, raping, beating or driving them into the dirt as slave labor. Gregory St. Rose was almost a head shorter then the great man before him but he carried himself as only a once great warrior could. Everyone in this building will serve as witnesses. He gestured to his men who had dropped their weapons and knelt before the Vikings. Some of the younger men were shaking fearing that their lives would be ended the moment their Lord took his last breath. What say you? Down below in the hidden cellar room Aingeal listened to his small speech via a small pipe system that led downwards into the secret room.. His voice was shaking in such a subtle manner she doubted anyone else but her could tell. He was frightened and there was an edge to his voice that meant he accepted there was a high chance he was going to die. Even if he somehow beat Orm, the rest of the barbarians would kill him before he could even draw his swords again. The thought broke the young womans heart and she vowed to get out of the castle and warn the other villages as soon as possible. I should dress in something a bit more respectable dont you think? she said after a moment keeping her voice low. Changing her cloths would keep her distracted so she didnt feel the need to rush to her fathers rescue. The eldest of her ladies in waiting nodded. Reaching into a small closet she pulled out a well cared for green dress. It was out of season but it was better then running around in her night cloths.
Thread: A Viking's Tale (Charon & ScarletAngel)

Orm faced the Earl speaking to his men as he did, instructing them to stay their weapons. He was pleased that St. Rose saw the sense in his words and his ruse worked he never actually intended to put the village to the sword. But the offer came at a price. Hed thought to send the militiamen back to Ivarsgard as thralls, slaves in fact. They would have fetched a good price, even if they were useless with a blade. He would have to come up with a different use for them instead. The Jarl studied the Earl a moment longer, looking for any sign of deceit. All he saw was a man, resigned to his fate. St. Rose, before you have my answer, first I must thank you for your invitation to visit your country. Your fields are full, your cows and sheep fat. As he sheathed his sword and took off his helm he continued. Had you not refused to pay tribute, I would never have had thought to voyage to such a ripe land. Who knew such riches lay inland? He began to approach St. Rose, unstrapping the shield from his right arm as he crossed the room and passing it to his sword arm, still bleeding from the arrow wound. You have my word. Orm offered his forearm to seal the surrender.
Thread: A Viking's Tale (Charon & ScarletAngel)

Fair enough. He said saddened by the fact he was the reason the vikings were going to invade his home country. Though in my defense the sum you demanded was outrageous for a small farming community. even as he spoke he gripped the vikings forearm and squeezed gently nodded his head and backing away. Out came his short swords he worked them like a dancer even for his age. His men gave their lord a wide berth so he had room to work. I do hope you feel inclined to give me a warrior's death. For the most part Lord St. Rose seemed like he had a bit of fight in him but it was obvious his age was making it hard on him. Lightly armored like he was it was easier for him to move but he was not quite as fast as Orm. Even though his men knew their lord was going to die they couldn't help but hope he would win. While St. Rose had speed on his side Orm had sheer size and force. However the fighter in the older man refused to let him just lay down and die.
Thread: A Viking's Tale (Charon & ScarletAngel)

The Jarl understood the desire for a warrior's death, as his own father had wanted. He could see the pride in St. Rose's eyes as he spoke and knew he could not deny him. Orm nodded, and placed his hand on the man's shoulder. On my oath, you shall have it. We have a saying in Jorpeland. 'The one who passes sentence must also swing the blade.' There is time yet for it, but not now- the morning is young and there's much to be done. With that he changed the subject. He ordered his men to gather up the dropped weapons, bind the prisoners and find a place to lock them away- he didnt want any surprises after his own men were roaring drunk. He then called for his captains, thanked them for their work and bid them send men back to the ships to bring them upriver. Then they could go their separate ways, taking their crews to seek whatever plunder they might find. Thorgrim, Hrafn and Snorre all eagerly departed while Jorund sent his second in command in his stead. Im getting too old for pillaging, but I do like the fight. He explained. That left Orms crew of seventy and they were hungry for plunder. As I swore, he called to his men, the wine cellar is yours. One of you- bring me a flagon of the whiskey they make should you find it. Otherwise, anything will do. A fight always leaves me thirsty. His continued giving orders. Grubbi, take some men, see to the wounded and find the cooks if they still live. Put them to work. We have many to feed, so let us break fast and celebrate our quick victory. And what of your arm, nephew? Jorund asked. For now, send someone to bind it, I am fine uncle. The wound had nearly caked over as he was no longer swinging his sword, but the length of his arm was streaked in rivulets of blood, making for a gruesome sight. He turned back to Earl St. Rose. Do you have any men on patrol? I extend to them the same terms should they surrender. In the meantime, show me to the vault.
Thread: A Viking's Tale (Charon & ScarletAngel)

I sent a small scouting party to see to the farmlands late last night. I would not be surprised if they were killed by your men. However if you did not see them given their speed they should be somewhere in the northern wheat fields if they kept up a good pace. He pointed to a map and circled the area with his finger. It was very hard to treat an invader like a guest despite the agreement they reached. At least his people were going to be safe it was all he could ask for and his daughter. He was willing to give Orm everything he wanted except for his daughter. The vault is this way. he gestured over his shoulder and led the large man through a narrow hall to a large door that seemed to have four different keys. At the moment he had all four but normally they were spread throughout his captains. One by one he placed them in their locks in a very specific fashion until the door clicked open. Within there were piles of gold and small treasures, paintings, gilded weapons and on the far wall a painting of a young woman with ash blonde hair and blue eyes. Beside that was a picture of an older woman with dark auburn hair and equally green eyes though they seemed exotic and dangerous. Rather then draw attention to it he instead gestured to the gold. I don't know what you intend to do with it all but here it is. Not quite the amount you wanted as tribute but none the less. he stepped aside after handing the keys to Orm with a soft sigh. It wasn't as though he was going to need the money once he was dead. The weapons really have no use but they're nice trophy pieces. really his gold and money just sat here waiting for the right man to propose to his daughter. This was her dowry but once the vikings had it she'd be living on the street. It was painful to imagine but it was worst imagining what the vikings would do to the beautiful young woman.
Thread: A Viking's Tale (Charon & ScarletAngel)

Orm followed St. Roses finger as it raced along the map. Something about the Earls demeanor vexed him, but he couldnt quite finger it. In all the seasons hed gone a-viking hed never had a prisoner quite so accommodating. Even the fat abbot of Iona had to be pressed harder. As he listened someone approached, applied a salve to his wound and wrapped it tightly. Ill have a closer look later my lord, when you are ready. It may need stitching. Orm simply nodded as followed St. Rose to the vault. It was well constructed and the Jarl knew it would have been very difficult to breach had it come to that. He was also impressed by how intricate the locking system was hed never seen anything like it, which only served to pique his curiosity. The stronger the lock- the dearer the treasure. The contents inside brought a smile to Orms face. The men shall be pleased with their share, he thought as he reached out, picked up a handful of coins and tossed them back. The weapons caught his eye. The Earl was right, they were merely decorative but he unsheathed a sword and admired the craftsmanship and skill it took to produce. He slid it back into its scabbard and placed it where he found it. He continued through the room silently, slowly flipping through the various paintings, picking up an object here and placing it down again as things caught his eye. Eventually he reached the paintings hung on the back wall. Both women were beautiful, in different ways. He looked at one and then the other, studying them. The younger womans hair was a few shades darker then his own, as were her eyes and he wondered if the painting did her beauty justice. Even a fool could see the resemblances. After what seemed an eternity he turned back to St. Rose smiling politely and simply asked, your Lady and daughter I presume? Orm didnt wait for his answer before continuing. Where are they Earl? I pray to the gods for their sake that they are either here in the castle under my protection, or so far away there is no chance that my captains or their men will find them. I cannot protect them outside these walls.
Thread: A Viking's Tale (Charon & ScarletAngel)

You needn't worry. St. Rose said smiling bitterly. My wife died of pneumonia some ten years ago and my daughter...she drowned in a nearby river about a year after that painting was done. it was the first thing that came to his mind and it was somewhat close to the truth. Aingeal had almost drowned after the painting was finished, but a guard saved her. Of course Orm didnt need to know that. While the old Irishman was willing to give up his land and people, he was not going to subject her to these barbarians. As long as she stayed in the secret room for a couple of days shed be able to sneak out and warn the other villages. He could only hope once they cleared the basement of its whiskey and alcohol theyd have no reason to be down there any longer. Her room had been successfully ransacked and cleared out by several of the archers that attacked them from the eve of the castle. They had thrown most of the gowns out into the small pond behind his daughters room after she escaped. The sheer weight ensured theyd sink to the bottom. Is there anything else you need? he suddenly asked as though he was eager to change the subject and put the painful memories behind him. He had indeed been unusually welcoming up and to this point but there were some things he was not willing to give up to the Jarl. Since he was going to be killed he doubted hed need the money, he only wished he thought to send some with his daughter. If only they had a little more time before they were attacked he wouldve. Moving past Orm he exited the soon to be emptied vault with a heavy heart. Lord St. Rose was lucky the large man had been wounded otherwise he probably wouldve been killed right then and there. I wish to take our battle outside so none of the young servants need to see their Lord killed. The front yard would be the best place it was open and gave him more space to move around. The back had the garden and the pond he didnt want to risk the Jarl seeing any of the jewels or cloths that had been tossed back there in an effort to hid Aingeals existence from him.
Thread: A Viking's Tale (Charon & ScarletAngel)

The Jarl listened as St. Rose spoke and could see the pain evident in the mans eyes. He glanced back at the paintings once more before The Earl asked what more he needed. You have been very gracious Lord St. Rose and I understand your desire to be reunited. He said turning back and following him out of the vault. Orms lieutenant stood waiting outside the door. Divide the contents between the men. There are two paintings on the back wall- see that they are left undisturbed. The lieutenant nodded and called down the passageway for assistance as the two noblemen made their way back out into the front courtyard. The Dragon called for his armor, pulling the chain shirt on over his head and then his helm. He called for St. Roses sword to be returned to him as the Viking belted his back on. Lastly he slid his shield onto his right arm and called for an axe. The shaft was nearly three feet long and the axe head curved in a deadly crescent. Orm lazily rolled the axe a few times in front of him feeling its balance and then approached his adversary who stood ready in the center of the courtyard. Orm offered his arm again for the Lord to clasp. In another time, I think we could well have been allies. I will look after your people as if they were my own. You will have a good death St. Rose, and your people will know that in the end you stood and faced me. St. Rose might consider him a barbarian or savage, but the truth of it was they shared a sense of honor. On your command Earl.
Thread: A Viking's Tale (Charon & ScarletAngel)

Forgive me I'm not very good at combat roleplay. I hope you can work off it. Sorry it's a bit short especially after the wait RL you know? St. Rose rolled his shoulder back to make sure the leather armor he wore was still oiled. It was very little defense against the large broad axe but it gave him freedom of movement. Drawing his rather large broad sword he backed up several paces before holding it in a defensive position. He knew he wasn't going to last long but he had to try. Then he nodded praying he'd at least be a challenge to the big man. Gazing over to his left he noticed the small window that marked the small hidden room his daughter was in. For the briefest moments he could swear he saw her ashy blonde hair but then it was gone and the small window was blocked up by several decent sized stones making it unnoticeable. Be safe. he murmured in Gaelic. I love you lass. then he turned his attention to the fight.
Thread: A Viking's Tale (Charon & ScarletAngel)

From her hidden room in the cellar Aingeal sobbed brokenly into a pillow shed been trying to embroider. Even with the stone hiding her view it was hard to mistake the sound of an axe hitting flesh, her father was dead. It had been inevitable if she was honest with herself, her father was old and it had been quite sometime since he picked up a sword with the intention of killing someone. Her ladies in waiting all hovered around her and the male serving boy had a stricken look on his face. St. Rose had been like a father to him, he couldnt believe the old man was dead now. Unfortunately for them a group of men working under Orm reached the back of the cellar. Theyd been unusually quiet despite the joyous occasion or perhaps the serving boy just hadnt been paying attention. However one of them heard her soft crying despite the fact it was muffled and all three froze thinking it some manner of spirit before they realized the wall panel was the slightest bit different. We should get the Jarl. One whispered, a young man by the looks of him with his beard just coming in. The other two nodded. Quick as they appeared the headed back upstairs with the inhabitants of the small room none the wiser. We should leave tonight Lady St. Rose. The serving male said patting her shoulder comfortingly. It is too dangerous to stay for the three days your father wanted us to stay. Looking up at him with tear stained cheeks she nodded in agreement. Youre right in three days they could probably invade several more of the small villages. As much as she wished to mourn her father it was not an option. Meanwhile back up top the young man approached his Jarl kneeling respectfully. I apologize for interrupting my Jarl but a few of the men think there may be someone hidden in the cellar, we heard crying and soft voices behind a wall. It sounded female but we were not certain if we should check or not. Would you like to see for yourself?
Thread: A Viking's Tale (Charon & ScarletAngel)

The serving boy froze his eyes widening when the Jarl began to speak to them. Had they been found that quickly? Why had he not heard whoever alerted him to their hiding place? Gazing at the three ladies in waiting then at Aingeal he gathered them close. Listen to me. He began. Lady Aingeal you hide in the wardrobe, they have no idea how many are in here so as long as at least a few of us surrender hell have no reason to suspect there to be more. it seemed for a moment that she was going to agree but at the last minute she decided against it. Even if I manage to hide how do you expect a lone woman to make it to a village with barbarians running about? she raised a brow. You do know what they do to lone unprotected women dont you? The hand maidens all shuttered and several covered their mouths. What she was hinting at was something no properly bred noble should hint at. Her father told her far more then was considered proper if she was aware that they tended to enjoy attractive women even if said women did not want to be enjoyed. Of course the serving boy did not want to allow her to expose herself but she was his liege now that her father was dead. As you wish my lady. He bowed his head. Perhaps they could still escape even if they were discovered? After all there were dozens of passageways and the Vikings werent going to be able to guard all of them. Were coming out. He called out while the ladies in waiting gathered their things. There was nothing they could do to hide Aingeals rather noticeable green eyes, even if they changed her hair. Those green eyes were a common trait in the St. Rose family line and hed likely see the similarity to her father right away. Sighing softly he undid the various latches and locks. Then he merely knocked on the panel once and it slid away. He stepped out first a young lithe man with dark brown hair and brown eyes. He looked to be in his early 20s. Then came the hand maidens each quite lovely but with nothing that made them stick out. Finally Aingeal followed dressed in the rather out of season dress with her long ash blonde hair braided down her back. She was a lovely woman who could be the spitting image of her mother in her younger years, if not for the hair and softer features. Emerald green eyes gazed at the Jarl with very little fear and her status was obvious because of it. Just because she did the smart thing and left the room willingly did not mean she was going to bend to his whims. The dress she wore was out of season but still looked lovely on her moderately curved frame. I do hope you still intend to keep your word Jarl. Despite the fact we hid from you. She said in an even tone.
Thread: A Viking's Tale (Charon & ScarletAngel)

Orm was surprised and relieved that they saw the reason in his words and decided to come out. Maybe now he might get some sleep. Take them, he ordered, pointing to the boy and handmaids. Put them with the others for now. Leave the Lady. He spoke in the language of the north and as his men came forward he addressed the captives. Lady St. Rose. Your picture does you false and I am pleased to see you still live. The Viking nodded his head slightly as he addressed her. My men will take your servants to join the others for the time being. I intend to keep my word, so long as you do as well. A thin smile crossed his lips as he spoke. There is food and drink prepared in the Great Hall should you be hungry. We have much to discuss. You know who I am, but I as yet do not know your name. What are you called Lady St. Rose? The servants were led from the room under guard and once they had left, Orm motioned for the Lady to proceed. You of course know the way. After you m'lady.