A Spell and a Womb (nerdfuck & CharmSnake)

Atop the crest of the hill, the land rolled northward before them. A band of forty, no raiders had penetrated this far into Valyria as they. They moved quickly under his cunning and ruthless leadership. From his mount Garroch eyed the lazy smoke rising from the chimneys of the village on the west bank of the river. It was on a largely open plain. The road that they were on led down the hillside to the riverbank and ran north through town and beyond. From the village square another road ran west between a thicket and a copse.

"We must take it," Garroch ordered.

"But M'Lord, 'tis on open ground," reasoned Korl. "Surely they will see us coming and either flee or put up a fight."

"Then we will move swiftly," Garroch grunted. "You and your men take the south entrance. Baldar, take the west. I'll ride ahead and cover the north. Encircle the mangy dogs. Round them up. Take prisoners. As many as we can."

"Yes, M'Lord."

Garroch spurred his horse and led his division of ten cavalry down the brae, past the thicket, across the road and around the copse to the north side of the settlement. The sound of pounding hooves and the cloud of dust would be noticed for sure but it would not matter. They would have them surrounded in minutes. There would be no time to react. behind him he could see Baldar's group taking up position on the west road.

The horses in full gallop, they swooped into town with a battle cry and a cloud of dust. Dogs and chickens scattered from the road. Villagers ran for buildings and bolted doors. A young boy with a buckler feebly wielded a short sword before him in defense of his town. Garroch's mace gashed open his neck and the boy fell dead in a heap.

He ordered a halt and the neighing horses spread to block all the roads.

"Surrender now, to the glory of Krueland!" he bellowed. "Or suffer a vile and futile death!"

Lorelei was arguably one of the fairest maidens in her village. The girl was still young and unmarried yet ripe enough that several men in the village has already displayed their interest in her hand. These men were more than suitable, of course, but since the death of her father in the war Lorelei had set her sights on only one man: Her own uncle. Richard was honored, of course, and driven by some sense of honor he had vowed to look after his brother's child... And then some.


Richard had taken Lorelei on a walk this fateful day of the siege. When the sound of hooves hit his ears, Lorelei was obliviously placing flowers in her black curly, long hair. In that moment he felt fear for her. Their town was not ready to defend itself... Just the innocence of Lorelei alone spoke of that. She knew not of war, only loss.

"We need to go." He had informed her and before Lorelei knew it she was being whisked away with questions and confusion that went unsolved. But it didn't take long for her to realize the severity of what was to come. Richard left the young girl in the surrounding forest, in a tree. The town was not safe. He left then to take up arms, leaving her alone...

But Lorelei was fearful. Unwilling to be alone the girl climbed down from the tree to, in essence, gravitate back to Richard whom she felt would protect her..

The girl that wandered ever closer to the city was indeed quite alluring. At average height, she was incredibly curvaceous that turned even the most innocent of outfits sexual.with long black curly hair and pale skin, her blue eyes seemed to stand out from her features. She was barefoot and still had flowers in her hair.

As Lorelei rounded closer to the sound she hears the commander's harsh words of death. A soft squeal, and she quickly ducked back behind a house. She had to find her uncle! She had to find Richard!

He heard the squeal of a girl, turned and spotted her ducking out of sight. He nodded to the two horsemen on his right, Bragnar and Gault to fetch her and they obliged. Horses whinnying as they turned sharply, they galloped around behind the building and trampled through the garden. Swinging a leg over to side saddle, Bragnar pounced on her from behind as she ran and they tumbled through the cabbage. The horses' hooves stopped and the warrior roughly pulled her up by her thick black mane and tossed her over his shoulder. Then leading his horse by the reins, returned to the square, dumped her on the road and held her down with his powerful armored boot in the middle of her back.

There was a scream. A horrible screech came from the door of one of the houses.

"Nyall! Noooo!"

A maiden, a waif of a girl with red hair ablaze ran from the house to the fallen boy, screaming all the way.

"No!" she cried in shaking horror, kneeling over his body in the road. Then she looked up at Garroch and shouted, "You killed by brother!"

"Solphie, come back!" cried her mother back in the doorway of the house. "Please come back, Solphie!"

Then her husband pulled her back into the house and stepped out into the street with a pitchfork.

"What do you want from us?" he yelled angrily. "Leave us in peace!"

Garroch nodded across the square to Korl who loaded his crossbow and cocked it. The horsemen slowly closed in on him.

"Don't come any closer!" he warned waving his pitchfork.

Korl's blot buried itself perfectly in his heart and the fell first to his knees and then on his face, dead.

The mother's wails joined Solphie's sobbing as she too ran from the house to her dead husband's side.

Then Richard led the men quickly out of the woods between the houses on the right and into the street. They were a ragtag militia armed with various blades and other improvised weapons. They were ready to fight.

"Let the women and children go!" he ordered.

Lorelei's heart raced as she recognized her mistake in the form of gallops coming from the charging horses. She whimpered softly to herself as she tried to duck behind a bush, but the horse and rider were too quick for her and she was soon being tackled by the man. His weight sent her tumbling to the ground with a screech. There was a great deal of struggling that followed but Lorelei was far out of her league now, it wasn't long before she had been brought to the center square and was soon being crushed by the boot of the man who had captured her.

She cried softly at the treatment, not looking but listening to the horror that was happening around her. The sound of the man being murdered caused the girl to cringe, her sobs soon thickening. It seemed it couldn't be worse until she heard a sound, however, the familiar voice of her uncle. The man was a trainer swordsman like her father, but there was no way he could alone fend off their number of attackers.


"RICHARD!" She screeched loudly, outstretching her hand to him, tears straining her face. "Please, no!" She knew what was to come next... she didn't want to see him killed like her father..

"You're in no position to make demands," Garroch sneered at the man who was obviously the leader of the resistance. The rest of the horsemen began to chuckle.

"Let them go!" shouted Richard again. "They are no harm nor use to you!"

"Little use I'm sure but I'll be the judge of that."

The busty black-haired one squirmed under her captor's boot. Bragnar once again reached down and lifted her by a fistful of her mane. Then with a powerful arm around her ribs and under her breasts, whisked her away, tossed her over his horse and proceded to lash her to the saddle.

"Lorelei!" Richard called out in dismay. "I told you to hide in the wood!"

"You won't be going anywhere now," Bragnar teased and his chainmail rattled as his hands tightened the rope around her body. The men eyed each other in silence as the women sobbed and wailed.

"Round them up," Garroch ordered calmly. The horsemen slowly closed in on the pathetic and outnumbered village militia. The air was tense. The villagers backed up cautiously between the two houses. Then Baldar's group came around to cut off the escape route to the woods. They were trapped.

"Surrender now or one by one we bolt you down," Garroch announced as he stroked his red-brown beard. It was itchy and it needed a trimming. "Don't make us waste our ammunition on you heathen dogs."

The villagers flitted about nervously but no one made a move. Finally young man at the back thought he could make a dash for the woods. Baldar aimed his crossbow and released a bolt straight into his belly. He collapsed to his knees and crouched over to begin a slow and agonizing death. A tall man with a scythe cried out and charged at Baldar. The horseman next to him advanced and disarmed the man of his blade with a swing of his long sword. The man scrambled to the ground to recover the weapon and the sound of his bones cracking sent chills through the locals as the horse's hooves fell upon him.

Then it was chaos. The militia began to rout as terror set in but there was no escape. They were met with bolt and blade, all taken down as they tried to flee. It didn't take long. In perhaps two or three minutes they were all cut down save one. Richard, their leader clutching his bastard defiantly with both hands, realized that he was inhaling his last breaths. The bodies lay about, bent, bleeding and dismembered. Some still emitted moans.

"Murderers," he growled.

"We are not killing," Garroch snorted back. "We are cleansing. Cleansing the Earth of your Valyrian rodent piss blood."

Richard didn't see Baldar readying his bola behind him. He slung it and it wound itself around his knees. Caught by surprise Richard struggled and stumbled. Quickly Garroch dismounted, ran up and kicked him in the ribs. As his victim rolled over in pain he pinned him down with a boot on his chest.

"I'll give you one chance," he said. "Where is your shaman?"

Richard did not answer.

"This village must have a shaman. Where is he?" he demanded.

Richard spat on his boot.

Garroch drew his knife and held it to the villager's throat. Then he grabbed him by the hair and lifted, pinning his chin to his chest to bulge the vein and slit.