7th Century, 632, Mournful, 19th
Elven Forest south, Ramstead village
Draak looked through the weapons at the local blacksmith. It was a decent number of diverse weaponry to choose from. He crossed his arms and eyed a large two handed steel sword. It looked quite impressive. Very impressive. They were taking it easy after returning to Karle’s mansion a few days ago. They got their house inside his property, six horses-Ruby included-and one thousand coins each. That too, included Ruby. Sayana made sure she got her reward too. Even though she didn’t do much, in Draak’s opinion. They also got a few weapons and supplies.
Sayana got a Shadow steel curved blade and a Shadow steel bow. They were jet black. She adored her new Arachnid made weapons she got from Karle. Right now, she was spending time with Karle at the mansion. Not their house, but inside his mention. Alone. Ruby stayed at the mansion with Archon and Tali, leaving Fallon to accompany him to the village.
Fallon bought two Elven steel daggers. It cost her two hundred coins.
Draak turned to the smith.
“Good man, how much will you have for that sword?”
The bearded man turned completely to him.
“Five hundred coin my Drakken warrior,” he said with a strong voice.
Draak nodded his scaly head.
“Accepted.” He handed half his coin over.
The smith happily accepted the coin and Draak picked up his new two handed steel sword with both hands. He attached it to his back, along with his orange Desert steel shield. His Desert steel sword was attached to a sheath by his waist.
He grinned and cracked his knuckles.
“You’re not getting something bigger?” He asked his human friend.
Fallon shook her head.
“I like my daggers,” she declared.
They walked out of the blacksmiths house and into the open dirt street. The sun was starting to go down in the east.
“I guess we should get back,” Fallon mused.
“Afraid of the dark?” Draak teased.
“As if,” she defended playfully. “I am afraid, though, of a big lizard giant who can’t see in the dark and might sit on me with his mountain sized butt.”
The nine feet Drakken’s bellowed in laugher.
He looked towards the tavern.
“What do you say about a few drinks before our return?”
She smirked. “Getting drunk with a Drakken, huh. How can I say no to what.”
He patted her firmly in the back and started walking towards the tavern, with Fallon on his left side.
Fallen looked at the dirt road crossing through the village. A pair of older farmers was there with a wagon that had been filled with potatoes, tomatoes and other vegetables. They were preparing to leave after having sold it all during the day. A young man was helping them collect their things and carry them into the wagon.
7th Century, 632, Mournful 14th
South of the Elven forest, Blood splatter Clan camp
Verena watched from the edge of the tent when seven Warg’s on six horses arrived. The Warg’s mounted on them was coming to meet Kashk. Her… …husband… or… master. She wasn’t sure which it was. The leader of the Dark stone-face Clan was a Warg of 8.1 feet. Slightly shorter than Kashk. He had five warriors with him for protection. The sixth male was a Shaman. He had a staff so he must have been a mage, too. But one of the bodyguards caught her eye. He had light grey fur with dark grey spots of fur. He was extremely muscular with a height of 9.7 feet. He wasn’t on a horse, but had moved alongside the others on all four. He looked around with red eyes. Around his neck hung a neckless with neck bones from different enemies he had killed and devoured.
9 feet in front of Verena stood Kashk. Grrechk was nearby, along with twenty or so warriors. Kashk stood tall, his arms crossed over his muscular black furred chest. His narrowed eyes narrowed slightly on the approaching Bloodlord. The Bloodlord looked way too confident.
“So you finally agree to succumb to my authority,” he said thrilled. “I knew you’d come my way.”
Kashk scoffed.
“As promised I will keep my word, you will be allowed to go into exile,” the Bloodlord continued.
“How kind,” Kashk growled amused.
The other Bloodlord stopped one meter in front of him.
“Your sword then, Kashk.”
Kashk slowly drew his blade, holding it by the bone handle.
The Bloodlord looked with interest at Verena.
“I do hope you haven’t gone and made her pregnant yet. I’d hate to kill the baby after birth.” He turned to Kashk. “I suppose, could raise it, if so. Perhaps. Depends on my mood if she is pregnant.”
Kashk looked at his rival and smiled. Then, he jabbed it through the Bloodlords gut. The other Warg gasped and gripped the bone handle of his own axe, attached to his waist. Kashk dug his blade deeper into him and turned it, causing unimaginable pain. He leaned closer to the dying male and whispered in his ear. “You wanted my sword. Here you have it.” He drew the blade out and pushed him to the ground.
The other six Warg’s with him drew their arms and roared. One of them loaded a bolt into his crossbow swiftly and aimed at Verena. She panicked, but couldn’t move. She stared horrified and frozen in shock at the crossbows point.
A Warg warrior sprinted an all four and leaped at her, pushing her into the tent and using his body as cover. The bolt swept through the air at a high velocity, hitting the warrior in the side. When Verena opened her eyes again, the injured warrior laid on the side, between her and any hostile as cover. If he tried to shoot again, he would only hit him. She stared frightened and shocked at the male who saved her life, injuring himself in the process.
“Slay them!” Kashk roared.
The warriors that had been hiding in tents came forth. Up to thirty crossbow men showed themselves. They unleashed six bolts into the mage. He was quick to cry out and collapse. Another Warg fell, receiving two bolts in the back. His two opponents in front of him cut him down.
Kashk rushed towards the mountain sized warrior. The giant swung his double handed axe, cutting a Warg in two. He roared loudly. Six bolts cut into his flesh. Kashk came at him. He leaped and ducked the axe and slashed the mountainous Warg’s chest. He cried out and staggered. Kashk was quick to stab his blade deep into his throat, blood splatting him down, flooding out on the grassy ground.
The three remaining warriors fought against Warg melee fighters. One male fought two of Kashk’s men with two bone handled blades. He cut one across the side, injuring him slightly. The other growled and slashed at him, but was blocked. Three bolts carved into his furry back. He screamed and fell to his knees. He was decapitated before he could try getting up.
Kashk blocked the incoming attack and kicked the warrior in the stomach, making him stagger. He took the opportunity and jabbed his sword into his gut three times. His intestines hung out. He let him fall to the ground and turned to the last. He had a bolt in his arm and two in his chest. He simply finished him off with a cut across the throat.
Kashk attached his sword to his waist again before turning around, looking for Verena. She was sitting on the ground, cowering in the tent. She came over to her and kneeled before her.
“Are you wounded?”
She shook her head.
“Good.” He sighed thankfully and grabbed her hips, pulling her up. Gently he stroked her cheek. She was shaking as she hugged herself, trying to calm down. He put his large hands on her shoulders comfortingly. “You are okay. Calm down, Verena.”
She swallowed hard. There was so much blood around. Bodies covered in blood. She closed her eyes, refusing to look. She was taken off guard when he put his arms around her.
“You don’t need to be scared. I told you I’d keep you safe. I promised that.” After a moment he let her go. “I must now ride for their camp. Then, I’ll claim his Clan as mine.” He turned around. “Fetch my horse!”
As he walked away to get his horse and gathered men to ride, she looked after him. He was actually concerned for her safety. Not in the way you care for your possession or for a slave. Honest concern. At least he was honest about his promises to protect her. He was clearly capable of it too. He hated him for being so nice and protecting, he was making it very hard to hate his furry guts.760Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4UcCCI7zzN
