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Post by witch on Apr 2, 2012 11:44:27 GMT 10
Roles: Slave girl: Pheobe/ Frya Viking: Ari Princess: Eydis Brother/knight: Wallic/ Havarth Knight Trainer: Ymir
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Post by amaranthdestler on Apr 2, 2012 12:49:10 GMT 10
As soon as the boat got to the shore, Ari jumped off and signaled to his men to run to the town that could be seen just at the top of the hill in front of him. The group of Vikings ran up the hill, invading the town and dragging children and young adults out of their houses and down the path to the boat, while others lit torches and set their small thatch roofed huts on fire, sending large plumes of black smoke high into the air.
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Post by witch on Apr 2, 2012 12:55:10 GMT 10
Pheobe held a basket in her hands a knife in the other, out if the forests of her home land. Amoung her village she was the one that people went to for healing. It had seemed that since she was very little Pheobe had the gift, reading books about the Earth the very element seeming to call to her. It was as she was picking for foxglove that her noise twitched. Smoke, making her drop her basket and run along the pushed down path.
Her eyes grew wide with what she saw, the village burning along with people, her house. She ran towards it.
"WALLIC?"
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Post by amaranthdestler on Apr 2, 2012 13:58:37 GMT 10
"Phoebe!! Run!!" Wallic yelled to her as he tried to shoo her away with his hands, just as a bigger man in thick leather and fur clothes came around a corner with a flaming torch in his hands. He motioned to another man dressed much the same as himself and gestured to Wallic, and then tossed his flaming torch into the house that Wallic had just exited and began walking towards Phoebe.
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Post by witch on Apr 2, 2012 14:01:39 GMT 10
"NO" Phoebe yelled loudly running towards her brother tears in her eyes at the sight of thier house going up in flames. While she hated the thought of losing the house she hated the thought of losing her brother even more. He was the only family she had though, as the man steeped towards her she couldn't help but take a steep back. Thinking.
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Post by amaranthdestler on Apr 2, 2012 14:09:45 GMT 10
Ari walked towards the girl. She was beautiful, and he knew the King would buy her quickly. She would bring a good deal of money to his pocket.
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Post by witch on Apr 2, 2012 15:09:45 GMT 10
She watched his eyes, his every move, he seemed to be looking her over. Hand behind her back she pulled her knife from the belt she wore. Closer she waited, watched. Closer.
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Post by amaranthdestler on Apr 3, 2012 9:29:21 GMT 10
When he was a few feet away, he saw her reach behind her back and pull something out of her belt, and he could only guess it was probably a knife. Before she could think of how to use it, he lunged at her, knocking her to the ground and forcing her hands to the ground, holding her there tightly.
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Post by witch on Apr 3, 2012 10:36:00 GMT 10
She gasped landing hard, the breath knocked out of her or a moment or two before she tried to struggle free.
"Let go" she demanded trying to get a hand free only to realize that he wouldn't.
From the corner of her eye she could see her brother being pulled away.
"NO"
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Post by amaranthdestler on Apr 3, 2012 11:15:37 GMT 10
He took the knife from her hand and threw her over his shoulder, taking her to the boat and tying her up with other young girls.
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Post by witch on Apr 3, 2012 11:20:42 GMT 10
She looked at him struggled all the way all the while looking for her brother hearing her name being called on the breeze until it died away. She looked around herself, girl tied and crying. What was to become of them?
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Post by amaranthdestler on Apr 3, 2012 11:22:25 GMT 10
Ari signaled to the man at the wheel to get them back out to sea before someone found them here. As they got back onto the water fully, he gazed around at the children and young adults he had captured for slave trade. There were a good amount of them, and he would soon be quite rich.
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Post by witch on Apr 3, 2012 11:26:17 GMT 10
As they left the shore her eyes went wide. Open water lay before them and her heart raced. Sea sickness was the least of her worries. All around her she could see young women, children but her brother... he was no where in sight. She stood lunging at the man that had taken her.
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Post by amaranthdestler on Apr 3, 2012 11:28:23 GMT 10
He turned, and left them as he went into a room with a few other men.
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Post by witch on Apr 3, 2012 11:30:15 GMT 10
She looked after him and followed her lung just missing as he began to walk.
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