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On the beach
Sonia was perched on the cliff side. Her long black hair pulled up into a bun, a few stray bits blew over her face and she pushed them back. Her keen tracking senses had brought her here. "Slavers." she said as she saw them bringing in another shipment of women. She couldn't take them alone, but her backup would not be here for another day so she was forced to sit and watch. The camp looked nothing more than a few tents and cages, enough to keep the girls out of the cold till someone bought them. A fury welled up inside her and she wanted to come and rescue the women, but even with her skills as a fighter she would not be able to take all of them. So she took her fury out on the next best thing. A foolish scout was patrolling way to far from camp. Normally her procedure would be arrow to the head, quick, silent kill, but she was angry. She ran at the man and had her arm stuck out, she clotheslined him and dropped him, he got to his feet gasping for air but drew his sword. Sonia knew instantly by his form she would not need her weapons to utterly obliterate the man. After all why dirty her weapon when she had his. He swung and she dodged it nimbly, he was clumsy, and slow, and she would make sure his last efforts would be in vain and he would be made a fool.

Another swing, another dodge, she toyed with him for several minutes, even slapped him a few times before she got bored and a swift kick to the stomach while he was mid swing followed by a kick to his wrist causing him to drop his weapon. The man drew a dagger as a secondary weapon and swung, she grabbed his wrist and twisted, snapping his wrist and making him drop the dagger. A feeble attempt to grab his sword with his other hand was made, she stomped on his hand as he did, breaking most of his fingers. She kicked him in the jaw and sent him reeling backwards before picking up his sword and throwing it, cementing it in his chest, eyes wide, mouth agape. "You have been beaten by the best." were the last words he heard before she kicked the pommel of the sword driving it through his chest and out his back, ending his life.
 
Ethel was young, wearing leather armor having some cestus gloves on as she browsed some wares in a small village, it seemed like they didn't get a lot of visitors the way they treated her, as if she were royalty. They were a porn village, hardly worthy of the name. Having some food but desperate for coin. Her dark red hair also tended to pop, being either an incredibly rare or extinct color of hair as she could not remember she last saw someone with the same. As she browsed some cloth, all she needed was some clean white cloth she could use and bandages, she heard a commotion. She walked over to see the town was being raided, though the town was quickly surrounded and the men started taking all the women and young girls. They tied them up together in a chain. She was about to run in but she felt a blade at her throat. She rolled her eyes but said nothing as the man brought her forward. Looks like her plans had changed, she was going to strike at these guys from their base, she just had to play along.
"Yeah, look at this bitch! probably thinks she is tough because she is big, yeah you still just a bitch!" The man holding her declared. Ethel taking a moment to remember his face.

She was tied by the wrists and they attached her to the other woman, though put her in the back. The other woman, struggling or crying, or having a blank look on their faces, frozen or numbed by fear. They were right to react this way, these men were certainly monsters and on any other day, this would be a sentence to rape torture, and death. Though it was unlikely this time. They could not have known that. They made them walk for several hours before reaching their base camp, there would be no way for Ethel to find this unless she followed them or was captured. So far so good, they were brought into the base. Ethel quickly looked at her surroundings, some tents and cages for the girls, but that wasn't all they were selling it seemed. Barrels of alcohol and gunpowder, some other things as well, several barrels of mixed things, likely just what they managed to steal from the villages they pillaged. Perhaps they weren't done with that village that they had just hit. This seemed like their main base, they had several soldiers, she couldn't take them all on and live, looks like this was going to get messy.

They lined up the girls to be categorized by age and attractiveness, they seemed to have a ranking system, and the leader seemed to be the one that judges their placement. As he started to grope one of the younger girls saying that he would need a more in-depth investigation with her. That is when Ethel spoke up for the first time in front of them.
"What your dick so small she the only one that MIGHT feel it?" She called out to him, the other gangers hiding laughs or going "Ohhh." The leader gave them dagger eyes before looking to Ethel.
"What the fuck did you just say to me, bitch?!" He asked drawing his sword.
"Oh, do you have too much dick in your ear to hear, let me be clear." She cleared her throat.
"Your dick is small," She said leaning in toward him slightly, they being about the same height.

"Haha, your dead bitch" He said stabbing his sword at her, which she dodged and moved her tied hands into the blade, Cutting the binds and freeing her. She quickly grabbed his wrists, using his forward momentum to pull him closer as she headbutted his nose. Stunning him long enough for her to quickly twist his wrist around and using her knee and a jump forcing him to stab himself in the throat. To others, this would look like two smooth motions where she had somehow turned his own stab against him. Though it took seconds for him to die, or for anyone to process and react to what was happening. In that time she ripped the sword from his throat and hand with one hand as the other grabbed his dagger. She quickly turned and used the blades to cut the binds of the woman beside her. Then she gave her the dagger.
"Free the other and run!" She told her, it still takes a moment for her to process everything but about the same time the other slavers drew their swords she started to free the others.

Luckily though she took the attention as the one who started to run around killing the slavers. At first unharmed, but as she fought she would take a cut, then a stab, and another, and another. She was used to pain and could fight through it, she knew she wasn't walking out of this one. Though she was slowing, she witnessed the last girl from leaving and pried open one of the barrels of gunpowder, which got all the slavers to pause.
"You crazy bitch you'll die too!" one yelled but she didn't hesitate, none of them would escape and she slammed the dagger into the sword the colliding metal making enough sparks to cause a massive chain explosion between all the alcohol and the gunpowder. It started with a big bang then a content flame that raged for nearly a full minute before starting to fade. Everything inside was incinerated.

Just a few moments later Sonia would hear cracking wood. A tree would split vertically down the middle. A hand shot out, pushed against the tree before another arm did the same. Then a barefoot and leg, pushing into the ground to pull out the rest of a six-foot-tall naked woman. She would get a second to have a real good look at her. Her hair was as blood red, her eyes, sky blue. her skin was a flawless pale while white, her breasts a small D and her nipples shapely and pink. her form looked like it was carved from marble. Her body was muscular. She cracked her neck as she stepped out, looked at Soina then started to walk toward the recently exploded slaver camp.
 
Sonia saw the explosion and ducked behind a tree to shelter herself from the debris. The instant the tree split and a person started to come out of it, her shield was up and her battle axe drawn, shield in front with her left, and her axe off to the side and slightly back with her right. She was unsure what sort of magic this was, but judging by the explosion and then subsequent events she took a long shot and guessed this woman was responsible. When the woman appeared fully nude, beautiful, almost like a goddess, she almost dropped her guard for a split second, but she was well trained so she faltered for maybe half a second before saying "You there." seeing the woman unarmed did not cause her to lower her shield or axe at all, powerful magic had just been used and she knew all too well that just because someone was unarmed does not mean they are unprepared for a fight. "Friend or foe?"
 
Ethel looked at Sonia then down at herself before back to the dark-haired woman.
"Well that depends on you" She pointed to her before placing her hands on her hips, seemingly not bashful of her state at all.
"I am unarmed and unarmoured. Though I have a feeling you won't do shit. Now if you will excuse me, I have to go see if anything survived that explosion I am sure you saw." She stated her eyes moving up and down for a moment as she checked the woman out. She saw that could clearly handle herself and wasn't one of the slavers. What was she doing up here by their camp? She didn't see her in the village before.

After she said that she started to walk away, seeing the man that she had killed she crouched down and started to go through his things, taking what she could that wasn't drenched in blood, urine, or shit from when he died.
"Nice" she looked at her for a moment before she started to walk away again. She knew the girl would not attack her so she didn't even look back as she started to walk away. She had never come back near a dangerous person or creature before, like as she was revived a safe place was chosen.
 
Sonia put her shield and axe on her back in their respective holsters on her back, and followed the woman, "Sonia." she said, "Did you- did you just blow everyone here up and re incarnate in a nearby tree?" she asked, "That is some powerful magic, you aren't one of the Omen Wizards are you? You know, the ones who have studied the evil magick that brought the plague upon this world and turned it into the frigid landscape full of evil and tyranny." She certainly hoped this woman was not, she was incredibly beautiful, but Sonia lived by one simple code, purge evil.
 
She continued to walk forward without looking back, though she did reply to her.
"ugh, Yes I did, No I am not one of the Omen wizards that made this place a frozen hellscape. Do you think I want to come out of trees butt ass naked in this weather? I am freezing my tits off here! If I were one of the wizards I would have gone with something more tropical. Haven't even had a tan in forever, feet nearly freeze off every damn time." She started to ramble a little bit, seemingly mostly to herself before addressing Sonia again.
"Oh right, I am Ethel, and no I can't teach you to do the tree thing, No not because I don't want to, I said can't as in unable. capiche?" She turned her head to look back at her slightly answering questions Sonia had never even asked.

"Oh and technically I didn't blow up everyone, okay. Those women got out before the explosion okay, just the slavers got exploded, and their pets. What were you doing up there? scouting them out to arrest them all or something, sorry if that was the case. Kind of was thinking on my toes back there." She explained, again not leaving a pause for Sonia.
 
"I was waiting for my backup to come help me free everyone. We had been tracking those slavers for days." Sonia said frankly, "I was staying on the perimeter killing scouts when you blew everything to hell. Saved me the trouble I guess." she shrugged, "Hey, listen, I know you are cold, if we head back up the cliffs we can make camp and I can at least find an animal to kill for some fur, when my companions get here they will surely have some spare clothes. Its the very least I can do for you saving those girls and doing all of the heavy lifting."
 
Ethel lifted her hand up with her index finger sticking out.
"Rain check as plan B, come with me to the fiery mess that was a slavery pen. It should still have some heat left there, and I want to see if any of my things survived. I know, unlikely, but who knows.." She shrugged as they approached the entrance to the slave camp.
She entered in assuming Sonia was still following her. She walked to what seemed like everything was exploded out from and started to look around, Small flames still littering the ground around them.
 
Sonia felt compelled to follow the woman, she wasn't entirely sure if she needed a body guard if the woman caused the explosion, then was subsequently teleported to a tree where she emerged, at least that's what it looked like to Sonia. Still, the woman was unarmed and did not look prepared to fight so Sonia followed. She watched the woman carefully. "Ethel." she said frankly, "I am a member of a guild of people who seek to destroy the omen and the wizards who worship it and harness its power. I am not sure what you are capable of, but from what I have seen you look like you can handle yourself. Would you like to join us?"
 
As she looked through the rubble and ash she furrowed her brow and kicked over one of the charred corpses.
"Shit, do umm, will you re-equip me with clothes, armour and weapons?" She asked turning to her with her hands on her hips. She of course knew about these wizards and the omen, she had no idea if this girl was around from before they brought forth this never-ending winter, but didn't want to reveal her own hand yet. She really should start trying to keep track of time.
"I'll need some studded leather, with extra flexibility in the joints, yes I know that will cost me some protection, also I'll need Cestus." She explained.
 
'We can provide all the equipment you need, but you have to join our guild. You won't necessarily be a slave to our cause but you will be required to contribute your skills in one way or another. Some are only good at cooking and cannot wield a sword. Others are good at hunting and tracking, the list goes on and we have bedding for you as well, it may not be accoutrements fit for a king but it is a safe place to rest your head and a warm meal." Sonia surveyed the charred landscape, "Speaking of skills, what exactly are yours? What magick was that?"
 
She nodded crouching down and grabbing some things from the ash by the corpse. After standing she walked over to Sonia and nodded.
"Good, here, all that manage to survive the inferno that engulfed this place." She told her handing her a handful of gold pieces and silver pieces. She then stopped waiting for her to lead the way.
"As for my skills, limited magic, I can track, hunt, fight, garden, spy, infiltrate, burglary, assassination, planning attack or defence strategies, architecture, building, etcetera, escetera," She said waving her hand off as she trailed off the end of the list nonchalantly.
"Basically if you need something to do, ask I'll figure it out, kind of a jill of all trades, so to speak, except I am actually good at all the things." She claimed.
 
"Very well then." Sonia said, "We will put that to the test, will you accompany me back to my camp and wait for my companions?" she asked, this woman was different, she was strong, intelligent, and attractive, rarely were all three found within the same person. Sonia found herself having thoughts reserved for those that that the luxuries to have those thoughts. She did not, but now, she wanted to make love to the woman, she shook her head pushing away the thoughts and focusing on the situation at hand.
 
Ethel nodded then looked at the woman as she told her to accompany her to her camp, then seemed to just look at her for a moment.
"Enjoying the view are you love?" She asked raising an eyebrow, she had expected to woman to start walking toward the camp immediately. But she seemed to get distracted by her. Though her nudity probably wasn't helping thins, especially if she was right and this woman was, interested in her.

Ethel has had several lovers over the years, though she learned long ago to not get attached to anyone, as sooner or later they die, and even when she managed to grow old with them, eventually they would both die, but only she would come back. Returned to her youth to start again. Over time her heart hardened and now it had been lifetimes since she had even considered a relationship. Though she would still fool around with cute individuals now and then. And this girl was certainly cute enough.
 
"Sorry!" Sonia rubbed the back of her neck nervously, "I mean, I was uh, looking past you, not at you, just, making sure there are no scouts left on the perimiter." she turned around hastily, looking in the direction of cam, "Come on then, camp is this way."
 
"Right, lead on love" She nodded and followed behind her. Though she didn't fully believe her she would have plenty of time to sus that out after she got out of the cold and into some clothes and armor. Despite her calm demeanor and relaxed posture and tone. She was freezing and likely nearing the verge of frostbite, she would soon start showing physical signs. Such as her skin changing to a bluish-white color. She was already getting that prickling feeling.
 
Sonia lead Ethel back to their camp, it was a mile away from the encampment she had been watching, she had a tent and some spare hides she could give the woman warmth, she immediately brought out three bear skins and gave them to the woman to wrap herself in, she also started a fire. "Keep warm, my companions will be here at sunrise tomorrow, you shall get what you require." Sonia said, "I will go get us some food, tend to the fire and keep yourself warm I shall be back in an hour, I have several water skins filled with water in my tent, and some bread, I am going to go get some meat and make us a hearty stew for the evening."
 
Ethel followed her back, looking around the empty camp as she was lead-in. At least she would not get the usual stares whistles and attempted gropes she often got when entering a town nude. This was sadly not her first time being in this situation.
"Right, thank you, I will, I there like a code word or something I should know encase they return before you? So you know, they don't try and kill me or something? Thinking I am a spy or whatever" She asked not quite wanting to be killed again so quickly.
She had taken and wrapped herself in the skins, working her way around the camp to look for leathers and clothes that could fit her or be made into armour that fit her. She also grabbed a load of bread and a glass of water, starting to eat and drink by the fire.
 
"You are in my camp, wearing my skins, my companions are very aware of two things." She paused looking over her shoulder, "One, I am not easily beaten in battle and had someone attacked me they would not have won unscathed if they did in fact win, and two, you are in my camp, wearing my skins, sitting by my fire, eating my bread and drinking my water, knowing those two facts merits that you are in fact friend and not foe I do not idly abide strangers without my permission in my camp, and in doing so they will know you pose no threat to me or any one of them. They will be here by morning, and I will be back in an hour it is nearly dusk. So if you will excuse me I must hasten my speed as to get us dinner for tonight, lest we eat vegetable soup, I despise vegetable soup." she took off into the woods, nimbly leaping over branches and scaling a tree as nimble as a cat. She had after all been raised by elves and taught how to hunt without disturbing the land, if one paid attention close enough, you may have seen her ears, not quite coming to a point like the elves, and yet, somehow resembling them at the same time. Her mother was an elf and her father was a human.
 
Ethel had indeed noticed her ears, though she did not really care about something like race she did note how rare it was to see a half race. As most of the time races stick to their own kin, and cross-breeding often does not end well. Though she was by far not the first half-elf or half anything she had met. She knew sometimes they were insecure about their heritage, oftentimes even hating half or on occasion both of their heritages, especially ones in the line of work that Sonia was in. Perhaps she would bring it up after they started to eat. Though by her movements she could tell she moved more like an elf, her demeanor was more of that of a human, as elves seemed more formal. Perhaps she was one that truly embraces the balance of her heritages. Though was not likely, couples in a relationship like that more often than not end up breaking up.

She simply nodded at the Sonia answer it made sense.
"Okay, I get it, Good luck out there, though I don't think you will need it. Oh though keep in mind animals likely fled the sound of the explosion from before when tracking. Though I am sure you knew that" She smiled. Ethel watched as she left, climbing up the nearby tree, she smirked as she looked at the woman's ass.
 
Sonia was up the tree, and after scanning the landscape for a few seconds she was back down, she took a knee and put two fingers to the ground and licked some of the dirt on her fingers before spitting it out. There was a herd of deer nearby perhaps only a few hundred yards away. She took off running through the tall grass, making hardly a sound as she nimbly navigated it like a cat through the country side, she moved with all due haste until she got near enough to the herd that she was in range with her long bow, two hundred feet between her and a doe that had wandered a bit too far from its herd. A difficult shot for even an expert marksman, but Sonia could knock the dagger out of a mans hand with an arrow, and she was no ordinary marksman. She lined up her shot carefully, inhaled, held her breath and let the arrow fly, piercing the animals heart with nothing more than the sound of her bowstring twanging against the dusk landscape. She sprung up and walked towards her prey, the rest of the herd scattered but it did not matter, she had what she wanted. Within ten minutes her nimble fingers had field dressed the dear and she had the meat tied up in a sack made from the animals own skin. Sonia slung the skin over her back and headed back to camp, a smile on her face and a song on her voice. She came back, sat down the skin and walked into her tent. "You warm enough to cut some vegetables?" she asked, bringing out a few potatoes and some carrots.
 
Ethel stared into the fire as Sonia left to get their meal, she had watched her but she soon disappeared from sight and there was nothing left to watch but the flame. She found herself pouring over her memories, past relationships, and tragedies, why did the bad memories always stick much better than the good ones? These thoughts and the flame, combined with her exhaustion from walking naked in below zero temperatures and her recent revival had made her quite tired and she had fallen asleep as Sonia was out. She stayed in a sitting position as she slept the furs wrapped around her as her eyes closed and head hung. She slept quietly, her breaths hardly audible.

As Sonia returned and asked her if she could cut vegetables she would notice that she got no response from the sleeping woman, she would need to wake her before she got an answer, perhaps speaking louder or shaking her might do the trick?
 
Sonia got on one knee next to Ethel and put a hand on her shoulder and gently shook her, "Hey." she said, "You sleeping or dead?" she asked giving the woman another gentle shake.
 
She opened her eyes and looked at Sonia.
"hmm? oh, let me check" She pinched her arm, the fur coat opening up, gently exposing her nude body underneath.
"Yup, alive, how was the hunt?" she asked looking around her toward the catch.
"Nice, well done, want me to cut veggie or something for the stew?" She asked standing up.
"Sorry but I must have been more tired than I thought after all that" She admitted.
"I am usually a light sleeper." She smiled.
 
"If you would please." Sonia said, she walked back into her tent and grabbed a kettle and filled it with water, she sat it directly on the open flame so the water could get to a rolling boil. "I have potatoes and carrots, sorry, no greens, they would spoil long before the expedition is over." Sonia said frankly.
 
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