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As the mayhem around them erupted, Stella looked all about herself, surveying for danger and ways away from it. She didn't think it a Noble hostage taking as Tyr or even her Protector was, but instead thought it for what it seemed, just another raid by Fenwater hoods looking to score loot and -- a horrifically fearful thought -- a little wet, warm delight between the thighs of a random woman.
Then she saw her Protector fall to his knees, arrows extending from his body. Stella would have screamed if she wasn't already in such deep panic as to not be able to even breath. With his last dying breaths, the man hollered. "Run".
The next moments were lost to her. Stella was a Baroness to a land that had seen almost constant conflict of one degree or another for decades; and she was a woman who had directed life ending violence against her own husband and then directed similar violence against the man who had conducted that first violence. And yet, Stella had never seen a person killed in front of her before. Oh, she'd seen her share of dead. But the act of it shocked her so much that as Tyr grasped her and pulled her into the wetlands, Stella was simply and subconsciously going through the motions that the Northman inspired.
In the dark, away from the attackers, Tyr began lashing at Stella's clothing with a blade. Had she been fully aware, she might have thought he was about to rape her, and with the quick withdraw of her own blade, she would have conducted some violence of her own ... to her own detriment, of course. But soon, they were running into the wetlands again with Stella now dressed in makeshift trousers, sometimes on animal trails, sometimes through the shrubbery on higher terrain, sometimes through the wet bog and almost waist high, weed choked swamp.
Tyr changed their course frequently, and once she'd gotten her wits about her, Stella questioned some of his choices of direction. He explained with patience that he was laying down false trails, which Stella didn't think necessary ... until she again and again heard their pursuers in the dark terrain around them.
It was almost dark when they reached the edge of the woods and Stella's eyes widened in happy surprise. "My boat!"
He silenced her, thankfully in time as she then saw the dead bodies laying naked upon the beach. Her eyes glazed over and she sobbed. But Tyr knew what she was feeling, and apparently also knew that he needed to get her past her immediate concerns if they were going to survive, for he told her...
He gave them due credit for having saved her, then -- reassuring Stella that he would be back shortly -- headed off into the darkness. By now, she had total trust in the Northman, and as he disappeared from sight, Stella simply watched the boat, the beach, and the men she hoped would die in agony for what they'd done.
She didn't see either the first or second man lose his life, robbing her of an unnatural joy she'd been contemplating her in the shadows. But then suddenly Tyr attacked from the darkness, surging toward the third man, leaping the fire, attacking. It was ... magnificent ... and it was over rather quickly. Too quickly, Stella thought, as she hurried out at Tyr's urging to join him. She hopped inside the boat, but when the lone man couldn't get the heavy craft off the beach, she leaped out again and helped him, if you could call her meager efforts help.
Soon enough, though, she and he were setting the sails, catching the wind that the Goddess has seen fit to offer, and disappearing into the night. Stella looked back at the slowly disappearing fire and demanded of Tyr, "We must send men back ... for my men ... for my Protector. They must be burned to meet the Goddess ... to share their souls with her."
Initially they sailed toward the City of Platt, but then the winds changed. They would never make it on sail alone, and between the two of them they wouldn't be able to row the boat against the current. She looked to their surroundings and, under a bright, nearly full moon, Stella was able to roughly pinpoint their location.
"We can reach Flat Rock from here," she told Tyr, quickly instructing him on the needed changes to the canvas and tiller. She pointed toward a distant mountain, it's snowy top reflecting the moonlight, telling Tyr, "North, toward Platt Peak."
She couldn't help but wonder what the Northmen called the mountain that was actually in their territory, in the Unnamed Untamed. They caught the breeze again, and the boat surged forward. Over her left shoulder -- To port, she told Tyr with a smirk, now feeling less desperate and overwhelmed -- she could see the torch lights of her own Keep slowly disappear. Then, Stella felt the chill of the cold breeze playing on her wet clothes, reaching deep inside her and causing her to explode in shivers.
"Hold me, Tyr," she said, using his familiar. She reached a trembling hand out toward him, reassuring him, "Please. I give you permission. I'm so cold."
She clung tightly to him in the bottom of the boat out of the wind as well as could be, directing the man occasionally to keep the boat on course for the distant mountain. Stella peeked up occasionally to find their position, correcting as necessary. It seemed an eternity before, in the distant east, the red of sunrise finally began to show itself. There was nothing but water to the east, with more than 50 miles of water stretching out from the boat. Stella watched the red ... then orange ... then yellow of day arrive. She tried to imagine being on the eastern shores of the Meretheni Federation, watching the day begin over the Inner Sea; or even on the eastern shores of the Frenkish Empire, watching the same happen over the Great Circle Sea.
As she laid here in the warmth of Tyr's arms, Stella promised herself that before she left this world and joined the Goddess, she would see sunrise and sunset both over all the waters of the Known World. And as she looked up into the Northman's eyes, she promised herself that Tyr would be there with her.
She saw the man's attention shift, and as she lifted her head to look north, she saw it. Still trembling from the cold, she told him, "Flat Rock..."
"They will care for us here," Stella reassured Tyr, explaining that the little Keep was the home of an Old Religion sect dedicated to the preservation of writings from the Order of Vint. She tried to rise to her feet at the boat slipped up onto the muddy beach, but she couldn't. She was getting cold deep down into her core. She started to cry, soft but still noticeable, as she reflected on the battle that had occurred and begged, "Help me, m'lord."
Then she saw her Protector fall to his knees, arrows extending from his body. Stella would have screamed if she wasn't already in such deep panic as to not be able to even breath. With his last dying breaths, the man hollered. "Run".
The next moments were lost to her. Stella was a Baroness to a land that had seen almost constant conflict of one degree or another for decades; and she was a woman who had directed life ending violence against her own husband and then directed similar violence against the man who had conducted that first violence. And yet, Stella had never seen a person killed in front of her before. Oh, she'd seen her share of dead. But the act of it shocked her so much that as Tyr grasped her and pulled her into the wetlands, Stella was simply and subconsciously going through the motions that the Northman inspired.
"Please forgive the familiarity M'Lady but your clothes need some alterations."
In the dark, away from the attackers, Tyr began lashing at Stella's clothing with a blade. Had she been fully aware, she might have thought he was about to rape her, and with the quick withdraw of her own blade, she would have conducted some violence of her own ... to her own detriment, of course. But soon, they were running into the wetlands again with Stella now dressed in makeshift trousers, sometimes on animal trails, sometimes through the shrubbery on higher terrain, sometimes through the wet bog and almost waist high, weed choked swamp.
Tyr changed their course frequently, and once she'd gotten her wits about her, Stella questioned some of his choices of direction. He explained with patience that he was laying down false trails, which Stella didn't think necessary ... until she again and again heard their pursuers in the dark terrain around them.
It was almost dark when they reached the edge of the woods and Stella's eyes widened in happy surprise. "My boat!"
He silenced her, thankfully in time as she then saw the dead bodies laying naked upon the beach. Her eyes glazed over and she sobbed. But Tyr knew what she was feeling, and apparently also knew that he needed to get her past her immediate concerns if they were going to survive, for he told her...
"They no longer feel anything Stella. Their souls are with your goddess now..."
He gave them due credit for having saved her, then -- reassuring Stella that he would be back shortly -- headed off into the darkness. By now, she had total trust in the Northman, and as he disappeared from sight, Stella simply watched the boat, the beach, and the men she hoped would die in agony for what they'd done.
She didn't see either the first or second man lose his life, robbing her of an unnatural joy she'd been contemplating her in the shadows. But then suddenly Tyr attacked from the darkness, surging toward the third man, leaping the fire, attacking. It was ... magnificent ... and it was over rather quickly. Too quickly, Stella thought, as she hurried out at Tyr's urging to join him. She hopped inside the boat, but when the lone man couldn't get the heavy craft off the beach, she leaped out again and helped him, if you could call her meager efforts help.
Soon enough, though, she and he were setting the sails, catching the wind that the Goddess has seen fit to offer, and disappearing into the night. Stella looked back at the slowly disappearing fire and demanded of Tyr, "We must send men back ... for my men ... for my Protector. They must be burned to meet the Goddess ... to share their souls with her."
Initially they sailed toward the City of Platt, but then the winds changed. They would never make it on sail alone, and between the two of them they wouldn't be able to row the boat against the current. She looked to their surroundings and, under a bright, nearly full moon, Stella was able to roughly pinpoint their location.
"We can reach Flat Rock from here," she told Tyr, quickly instructing him on the needed changes to the canvas and tiller. She pointed toward a distant mountain, it's snowy top reflecting the moonlight, telling Tyr, "North, toward Platt Peak."
She couldn't help but wonder what the Northmen called the mountain that was actually in their territory, in the Unnamed Untamed. They caught the breeze again, and the boat surged forward. Over her left shoulder -- To port, she told Tyr with a smirk, now feeling less desperate and overwhelmed -- she could see the torch lights of her own Keep slowly disappear. Then, Stella felt the chill of the cold breeze playing on her wet clothes, reaching deep inside her and causing her to explode in shivers.
"Hold me, Tyr," she said, using his familiar. She reached a trembling hand out toward him, reassuring him, "Please. I give you permission. I'm so cold."
She clung tightly to him in the bottom of the boat out of the wind as well as could be, directing the man occasionally to keep the boat on course for the distant mountain. Stella peeked up occasionally to find their position, correcting as necessary. It seemed an eternity before, in the distant east, the red of sunrise finally began to show itself. There was nothing but water to the east, with more than 50 miles of water stretching out from the boat. Stella watched the red ... then orange ... then yellow of day arrive. She tried to imagine being on the eastern shores of the Meretheni Federation, watching the day begin over the Inner Sea; or even on the eastern shores of the Frenkish Empire, watching the same happen over the Great Circle Sea.
As she laid here in the warmth of Tyr's arms, Stella promised herself that before she left this world and joined the Goddess, she would see sunrise and sunset both over all the waters of the Known World. And as she looked up into the Northman's eyes, she promised herself that Tyr would be there with her.
She saw the man's attention shift, and as she lifted her head to look north, she saw it. Still trembling from the cold, she told him, "Flat Rock..."
"They will care for us here," Stella reassured Tyr, explaining that the little Keep was the home of an Old Religion sect dedicated to the preservation of writings from the Order of Vint. She tried to rise to her feet at the boat slipped up onto the muddy beach, but she couldn't. She was getting cold deep down into her core. She started to cry, soft but still noticeable, as she reflected on the battle that had occurred and begged, "Help me, m'lord."