- Joined
- Jan 14, 2009
- Location
- Canada
Sleep was a blessed place for THorkell. It was quiet. Nothing was demanded of him. his mother had always told him to remain on his guard, adn to recall what he might see when he slept. His other had been barking mad byt he time his father had killed her. There had been no choice, Thorkell had been a boy, and he still carried the ragged scar on his back from the knife she'd wielded. She'd started screaming about the dead that would stalk his heels, the lives that he would destroy, and then he'd only known pain, the sharp edge fo steel to his back, and the struggle for life. His father had ended the issue, and had the local healer stitch his wounds, taking him on his first raid a year earlier than normal. Still, his sleep had not been troubled in decades.
The plain was open, adn they had nowhere to run, though not a man there saw fit to do so. Across from them stood the cream of the crop of Greek warriors, resplendant in scarlet cloaks, the bright chevron on their shield announcing their presence. The men looked hungry, desperate for war, and Thorkell looked to his sides. Thousands of his countrymen were here, he recognized many of hte jarls and warlords there. Splinters of legend walking the land, heroes and berserkers, blood-mad renegades and kings all stood together in a way that the world had never seen. There was a glow suffusing the greeks, and somehow Thorkell knew that their Gods were offering aid. A reddish fire trailed along Thorkell's hands, and he knew on some level that his own Gods would not let such stand unanswered. Arrows flew, adn horns blew, and the combined amry of the North came on in a wave-
THorkell snapped his eyes open, keeping his position fixed. He silently took stock of his situation and position. Althaeawas close to him, he could faintly feel the heat of her through his clothes, a sure sign that she'd been there for some time. Was this a side effect of contact with her, was he seeing a splinter of her gift in his dream? Gods forfend, he hoped not. If that was the burden she carried, she was welcome to it. He breathed a sigh, and let his eyes close. His arm shifted, adn fell on the outside of Althaea, not truly pulling her closer to hi, but keeping her where she was, and making sure she didn't go anywhere. If she moved closer, it was likely his arm would follow. He let sleep claim him once more.
"Movement?" Beorg asked one of the spotters near the entrance. The other man shook his head.
"All quiet. Farmers going about their business. From the sun, another hour, maybe two, and we'll be on the move." The spotter answered. Beorg nodded and moved back into the cave.
The last few hours passed easily, and Beorg lifted his shield, rapping on the metal boss with the hilt of of his sword, the sound jarring the people int he cave to wakefulness. Thorkell opened his eyes, and looked to his side to see the state of Althaea.
The plain was open, adn they had nowhere to run, though not a man there saw fit to do so. Across from them stood the cream of the crop of Greek warriors, resplendant in scarlet cloaks, the bright chevron on their shield announcing their presence. The men looked hungry, desperate for war, and Thorkell looked to his sides. Thousands of his countrymen were here, he recognized many of hte jarls and warlords there. Splinters of legend walking the land, heroes and berserkers, blood-mad renegades and kings all stood together in a way that the world had never seen. There was a glow suffusing the greeks, and somehow Thorkell knew that their Gods were offering aid. A reddish fire trailed along Thorkell's hands, and he knew on some level that his own Gods would not let such stand unanswered. Arrows flew, adn horns blew, and the combined amry of the North came on in a wave-
THorkell snapped his eyes open, keeping his position fixed. He silently took stock of his situation and position. Althaeawas close to him, he could faintly feel the heat of her through his clothes, a sure sign that she'd been there for some time. Was this a side effect of contact with her, was he seeing a splinter of her gift in his dream? Gods forfend, he hoped not. If that was the burden she carried, she was welcome to it. He breathed a sigh, and let his eyes close. His arm shifted, adn fell on the outside of Althaea, not truly pulling her closer to hi, but keeping her where she was, and making sure she didn't go anywhere. If she moved closer, it was likely his arm would follow. He let sleep claim him once more.
"Movement?" Beorg asked one of the spotters near the entrance. The other man shook his head.
"All quiet. Farmers going about their business. From the sun, another hour, maybe two, and we'll be on the move." The spotter answered. Beorg nodded and moved back into the cave.
The last few hours passed easily, and Beorg lifted his shield, rapping on the metal boss with the hilt of of his sword, the sound jarring the people int he cave to wakefulness. Thorkell opened his eyes, and looked to his side to see the state of Althaea.