PrinceAlexus

The Room

*Nonac looks down at her heavy northern accent and shoulder bandaged crudely but effectively *

In wilds, of the Northern roots, there is no help. It is a wild land.

Gods not help... Man does, woman does. Clans help.
Why help... You closest to one of us.
You of this lands tribes not vampir, not metalic deamon or mage. Help because a old oath demand it. Once sworn I cannot break it.

*Furia wipes and sheaths her blade*
He would sell us to enemy, he will not any longer.

My names Furia, Huntress, and this is Chef hunter Nonac, of the Northern mountains roots.

We where scattered by war vs a bear warlord, sought to end our people, but North had many ways to escape that they not know.

Last of a shattered clan.

*Furia looks over coldly at Horus*

He would sell us to our enemies. He shall not report to his bear lord master any longer.

The North will reclaim its home and halls, by Crom we will crush any who attempt to betray us.

*Nonac nods*
He sought to slay us. To destroy clan, we shall not die easily or willingly. Head can stand on pole as warning to others who defy the North.

Ooc night.

The Room

*Nomac is effected but also retians his thought, though the ending of him is driven to front growling*

Last chance, leave and never return.

*Furia holds blade closer drawing a prick at tip*
Last chance.

*Horse captain*
Never... Il return, Il bring my brothers, my sons, I shall die than see my duty failed!

*Furia*
Then die it it..

*With a single swift stroke Futia takes the head of the horse captain as his blood spills across the floor and the smell may be rather delicious to Hanna*

The Room

*Furia though wounded, eventually bests the horse captain, and holds the blade to his neck and scatters the captains blade across the floor, greater endurance and strengh winning the drawn out battle of blades*

*both bleeds from various wounds , and nonacs patched up shpulder*

Do yield horse eastern man...
Run back to the lands of the east.

*Horse captain growls*
Do your worst barbarian, I shall not stop till your clan is ended!

*Nonac looks over and places the tribal woman on a sofa*
Stop... Surender horse master... Say we dead and you, live....

Disagree and meet them in the next life...

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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