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Likewise, then the horror of paying all the bills.
Eira cursed under her breath, saying quite harsh things about how fubar the situation is. She was not used to being ignored when it came to scouting, especially in a situation where they all could lose their lives, and they had no way of knowing if there were more around. However, she would do as she was told, she had to keep this foolish bróðir of her's alive. "I'll do as you ask," she said grumpily and moved off to the side to get a clean shot against the watchtower.
She sighed and cursed quietly as she moved off, making sure that no one else could hear her speak. Eira slowly made her way so that she could see the entrance of the barracks while still being within range of the watchtower. She saw one man sitting on a chair with cards in his hands. "That makes at least two," she figured before looking at the tower and the palisade around it.
"If I dash up there I can climb onto it and up into the tower; risky, leaves me exposed. Sitting here and taking potshots; safer but can't support the other side. Bait, I'll be the bloody bait." After her internal monologue she sighed and readied her bow. She took a few deep breaths and aimed at the one in the tower. There was a slow wind eastwards and she compensated for it and took one final look around to make sure she was not sneaked up upon. She didn't see anyone, and the one playing cards were still playing.
"Here we go," she said quietly and let the first arrow loose. She tracked the arrow for a few moments before notching another arrow and aimed at the visible one in the barracks. She glanced towards the tower as the arrow struck him in the side of the head, slumping together.
"No, no, no, no," she said and cursed and let the arrow loose towards the one inside. The guard that she had shot had staggered from the force of the impact started falling down from the tower and struck the ground with a heavy thud.
Her second arrow struck the man in the chest as he turned to see where the noise came from, killing him as well. After she saw the arrow hit true she let loose a third arrow which struck the wall before dashing slightly further into the woods to stay out of sight. She hoped that they would take the bait and follow after her, and if the others followed the plan, they could hopefully ambush the remaining troops.
She sighed and cursed quietly as she moved off, making sure that no one else could hear her speak. Eira slowly made her way so that she could see the entrance of the barracks while still being within range of the watchtower. She saw one man sitting on a chair with cards in his hands. "That makes at least two," she figured before looking at the tower and the palisade around it.
"If I dash up there I can climb onto it and up into the tower; risky, leaves me exposed. Sitting here and taking potshots; safer but can't support the other side. Bait, I'll be the bloody bait." After her internal monologue she sighed and readied her bow. She took a few deep breaths and aimed at the one in the tower. There was a slow wind eastwards and she compensated for it and took one final look around to make sure she was not sneaked up upon. She didn't see anyone, and the one playing cards were still playing.
"Here we go," she said quietly and let the first arrow loose. She tracked the arrow for a few moments before notching another arrow and aimed at the visible one in the barracks. She glanced towards the tower as the arrow struck him in the side of the head, slumping together.
"No, no, no, no," she said and cursed and let the arrow loose towards the one inside. The guard that she had shot had staggered from the force of the impact started falling down from the tower and struck the ground with a heavy thud.
Her second arrow struck the man in the chest as he turned to see where the noise came from, killing him as well. After she saw the arrow hit true she let loose a third arrow which struck the wall before dashing slightly further into the woods to stay out of sight. She hoped that they would take the bait and follow after her, and if the others followed the plan, they could hopefully ambush the remaining troops.
A normal squad is between 4 and 10, so it's about normal size, but the more the merrier. xD
Andiira was walking thru the streets of the capital, flames were everywhere. She looked around and could see the the city on fire. "What happened?" She walked around aimlessly in the smoke and fire. Suddenly she falls over a charred corpse. It grabs onto her and looks at her with dark, soulless eyes.
"Why did you burn us?" More and more corpses crawl towards her. "Why did you burn us? Why do you hate us?" The corpses are calling out to her, clawing at her feet. Wherever she looked there were corpses, all charred and burned to a crisp. The flames surrounded her as the city burned.
"I didn't do anything!" she shouted at the corpses while trying to push one of them away. Her gaze fell on the one she was holding. It had turned from a corpse into that of a young girl. "N..no." she whimpered as her hands were torching the girl. "Not you..." The girl had a horrified expression on her face as she burnt, screaming loudly. Tears welled up in Andiira's eyes as she recognised the girl as her only friend at the college.
She tried to drop the corpse and run, but she could not. Slowly the corpses started to develop faces, their skin and muscles growing back in a grotesque fashion. Andiira looked around her, all of these corpses were people she knew, people she had known, people she had killed. There was the would be rapist from her youth, a teacher at the college, and many more. Some had been accidents, or before she had known how to control her magic. Some she had killed in rage when only meant to sear them or scare them, or in self-defence.
They all horrified her, and she remembered them all, and now they were standing in front of her, ablaze like torches. Their eyes were soulless, dark, accusing. "Why did you kill us?" One asked. "We were only there to help you." Another said. "I loved you, and you killed me!" the girl shouted and grabbed onto her sleaves.
Andiira could see the figures turning to ashes one by one, creating a tombstone where they stood. There was at least ten tombstones at the graveyard she suddenly found herself in. Only the girl had not turned into ashes, she was standing there with an evil look on her face. "You like killing. It's the only thing you're good at. Look at the city around you, all in flames, caused by you. You're a murderer, a pyromaniac, a destroyer."
She wanted to yell how wrong the girl was, how that was not her, but she could not. There was truth to what she said, but she refused to believe it. She did not like killing, unless it was for a good cause. With the others however...there was a vacuum in her heart, a vacuum they had created.
Suddenly she was in the middle of the city, burning it, destroying everything she came across. Andiira was crying while doing it, but she could not stop herself. The girl was walking behind her, grinning, edging her on to keep doing it, holding her arms as the girl directed Andiira towards targets to burn.
Around a corner a tall man approached carrying a hammer similar to her own forging hammer. The girl behind her hissed and he waved with his arm and she faded into ashes. Andiira's flames died down as she looked up at the man, tears still in her eyes. He didn't say a word as he raised his hammer and struck her chest.
She opened her eyes and found herself in her chambers in the cellars of the college. Soon a strong smell of charred wood entered her nose and she looked around. Everything in the room had burned to crisps, at least the few things that she had. The stone walls were black as night and she could hear footsteps running back and forth with buckets of water.
Andiira got up and walked out of her room, she could see the next room over in flames as they tried to put it out. It did not take long before she returned to the room and sat down on her stone bed. She looked around before opening up her corset, looking down at her chest and found a mark. Andiira gently touched it and found it cool to the touch, it reminded her of that man in her dream.
Not too long after she had dressed up again she felt a force hitting her from behind, knocking her against the wall and she passed out. "She was trouble since day one, and now she outdid herself," a voice said. "This place is lost, we need to find another," a second voice said. "Take her outside and dump her somewhere," a third said. "I know of a place, I keep an extra room nearby," the last person said. "I'll take her over there now," he said and lifted her up.
"Why did you burn us?" More and more corpses crawl towards her. "Why did you burn us? Why do you hate us?" The corpses are calling out to her, clawing at her feet. Wherever she looked there were corpses, all charred and burned to a crisp. The flames surrounded her as the city burned.
"I didn't do anything!" she shouted at the corpses while trying to push one of them away. Her gaze fell on the one she was holding. It had turned from a corpse into that of a young girl. "N..no." she whimpered as her hands were torching the girl. "Not you..." The girl had a horrified expression on her face as she burnt, screaming loudly. Tears welled up in Andiira's eyes as she recognised the girl as her only friend at the college.
She tried to drop the corpse and run, but she could not. Slowly the corpses started to develop faces, their skin and muscles growing back in a grotesque fashion. Andiira looked around her, all of these corpses were people she knew, people she had known, people she had killed. There was the would be rapist from her youth, a teacher at the college, and many more. Some had been accidents, or before she had known how to control her magic. Some she had killed in rage when only meant to sear them or scare them, or in self-defence.
They all horrified her, and she remembered them all, and now they were standing in front of her, ablaze like torches. Their eyes were soulless, dark, accusing. "Why did you kill us?" One asked. "We were only there to help you." Another said. "I loved you, and you killed me!" the girl shouted and grabbed onto her sleaves.
Andiira could see the figures turning to ashes one by one, creating a tombstone where they stood. There was at least ten tombstones at the graveyard she suddenly found herself in. Only the girl had not turned into ashes, she was standing there with an evil look on her face. "You like killing. It's the only thing you're good at. Look at the city around you, all in flames, caused by you. You're a murderer, a pyromaniac, a destroyer."
She wanted to yell how wrong the girl was, how that was not her, but she could not. There was truth to what she said, but she refused to believe it. She did not like killing, unless it was for a good cause. With the others however...there was a vacuum in her heart, a vacuum they had created.
Suddenly she was in the middle of the city, burning it, destroying everything she came across. Andiira was crying while doing it, but she could not stop herself. The girl was walking behind her, grinning, edging her on to keep doing it, holding her arms as the girl directed Andiira towards targets to burn.
Around a corner a tall man approached carrying a hammer similar to her own forging hammer. The girl behind her hissed and he waved with his arm and she faded into ashes. Andiira's flames died down as she looked up at the man, tears still in her eyes. He didn't say a word as he raised his hammer and struck her chest.
She opened her eyes and found herself in her chambers in the cellars of the college. Soon a strong smell of charred wood entered her nose and she looked around. Everything in the room had burned to crisps, at least the few things that she had. The stone walls were black as night and she could hear footsteps running back and forth with buckets of water.
Andiira got up and walked out of her room, she could see the next room over in flames as they tried to put it out. It did not take long before she returned to the room and sat down on her stone bed. She looked around before opening up her corset, looking down at her chest and found a mark. Andiira gently touched it and found it cool to the touch, it reminded her of that man in her dream.
Not too long after she had dressed up again she felt a force hitting her from behind, knocking her against the wall and she passed out. "She was trouble since day one, and now she outdid herself," a voice said. "This place is lost, we need to find another," a second voice said. "Take her outside and dump her somewhere," a third said. "I know of a place, I keep an extra room nearby," the last person said. "I'll take her over there now," he said and lifted her up.
Eira saw a few figures rustling about in the camp. People were making normal conversations, walking about, setting up camp. They seemed to be getting comfortable. She wondered how these suðrœn could be so comfortable on the ground in their little tents. Were they not worried about the dýr that stalked these lands? Beasts carried like a man, but true feral at heart. "Fascinating," she said to herself, "perhaps they only attack us from the north? Would be typical of these suðrœn, only targeting us." While she knew this not to be true, old resentment still stayed strong. "They fight each other just as much as they fight us, just as much as we fight each other."
She looked further into the camp and saw a figure walking out towards their encampment with a sure stride. Looked like he was on a mission. She mused as to what it could be. Empty the latrines? Tell that supper was served? Eira chuckled as she thought about the possibilities as he strode up to another man and then briskly walked off again.
As his voice resounded in the camp she recognised the voice. "Stein?" she peeled her eyes and saw a figure she remembered. She had not seen him for a number of years though. Eira nimbly made her way down from the tree and walked over to where he was standing. She smiled, a true smile, for the first time in a very long time. It was her bróðir, or at least the closest she would ever come to having one.
She chuckled quietly as he gave his speech, always been straight to the point that man. After been given the command she put her fist into her palm and bowed slightly. She had accepted him as the commander, but only because she knew him from before, mostly because she knew his father. Eira more than likely owed her life to Sigurd, so she would do what she could to take care of Stein.
Eira started following after Stein, looking for an opportunity to talk to him. She wanted to talk to him about his father, give her his condolences. She had not been given the opportunity though.
As they made their way through the woods, Eira groaned, they were making way too much noise. Just as she was about to point it out she saw that Stein had stopped. She tracked his gaze, readying her bow and noticed the smoke in the distance.
Her instincts started taking over and she fell almost flat against the ground and stalked closer, making as little noise as possible. Eira avoided any tree trunks and instead stuck to bushes and fallen branches to not stand out from the terrain. When the question came Eira had been observing the camp for a little while.
"From the size of the camp there should at least be six, and up to twelve," she said with a thick northern accent and started drawing a crude map in the dirt. "There should at least be two which rotate the watch," she pointed towards the watchtower. "And a building and palisade of that size can house up to twelve, possibly more." She looked at Stein for confirmation before continuing. "If they keep single bunks, six, double, twelve, if they sleep on the floor as well, count even more."
Eira gave off a slightly nervous feeling. "My suggestion is that we either avoid them, or go back for help."
She looked at Stein's face and spoke in the language of the north. "Without knowing more, death awaits us all. It's suicide if we attack them without knowing their numbers. While I'm confident that I can take out the watch without them noticing, but it's a fool's quest to attack."
She looked further into the camp and saw a figure walking out towards their encampment with a sure stride. Looked like he was on a mission. She mused as to what it could be. Empty the latrines? Tell that supper was served? Eira chuckled as she thought about the possibilities as he strode up to another man and then briskly walked off again.
As his voice resounded in the camp she recognised the voice. "Stein?" she peeled her eyes and saw a figure she remembered. She had not seen him for a number of years though. Eira nimbly made her way down from the tree and walked over to where he was standing. She smiled, a true smile, for the first time in a very long time. It was her bróðir, or at least the closest she would ever come to having one.
She chuckled quietly as he gave his speech, always been straight to the point that man. After been given the command she put her fist into her palm and bowed slightly. She had accepted him as the commander, but only because she knew him from before, mostly because she knew his father. Eira more than likely owed her life to Sigurd, so she would do what she could to take care of Stein.
Eira started following after Stein, looking for an opportunity to talk to him. She wanted to talk to him about his father, give her his condolences. She had not been given the opportunity though.
As they made their way through the woods, Eira groaned, they were making way too much noise. Just as she was about to point it out she saw that Stein had stopped. She tracked his gaze, readying her bow and noticed the smoke in the distance.
Her instincts started taking over and she fell almost flat against the ground and stalked closer, making as little noise as possible. Eira avoided any tree trunks and instead stuck to bushes and fallen branches to not stand out from the terrain. When the question came Eira had been observing the camp for a little while.
"From the size of the camp there should at least be six, and up to twelve," she said with a thick northern accent and started drawing a crude map in the dirt. "There should at least be two which rotate the watch," she pointed towards the watchtower. "And a building and palisade of that size can house up to twelve, possibly more." She looked at Stein for confirmation before continuing. "If they keep single bunks, six, double, twelve, if they sleep on the floor as well, count even more."
Eira gave off a slightly nervous feeling. "My suggestion is that we either avoid them, or go back for help."
She looked at Stein's face and spoke in the language of the north. "Without knowing more, death awaits us all. It's suicide if we attack them without knowing their numbers. While I'm confident that I can take out the watch without them noticing, but it's a fool's quest to attack."
Was just thinking if Eira would had met either him or his father in her trips to the Hall.
Also depends on where the homestead is. If it's along the way or more remote.
Also depends on where the homestead is. If it's along the way or more remote.
Just two. :p
How social would be be with the fur traders of the North?
And when did his father die?
How social would be be with the fur traders of the North?
And when did his father die?
Speaking about nightmares, hope I don't have any after reading it. ;)
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