sallythescorpian
a bad, bad girl
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Setting: 812 A.D. and Christian Britian is under constant attack from Viking Raiders, carrying out lightening attacks. Monesteries across the British Isles are attacked and plundered for the rich celtic works of art, precious metals, and slaves. A number of Viking strongholds pepper the coastline.
Hope: 34 , 5'3"; hair - Black; slender, but curvy with DD breasts
her daughter Faith, is 18, 5'4" Red hair, slender and athletic, C breasts.
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It was getting dark, Hope knew they would need to stop and make camp for the night, and she was nervous. This particular part of the Kentish coast was particularly vulnurable to attack, Viking raiders coming ashore and snatching what they could before darting back across the English Channel to one of their settlements on the French coast.
Hope indicated to the men to circle the horses, they would make camp here, hopefully tomorrow they would reach the Walmer stronghold, where Faith was to meet and marry her fiance. The valuable goods they carried as part of the dowery made them especially vulnurable, and until Faith's wedding, both women were essentially with out protection. Her brother had sent six men with them to safeguard the women, and the treasures, but these were violent times, and she would have difficulty relaxing until tomorrow when they reached the relative safety of Walmar.
Faith cooked, and they all ate the rabbit stew, and the hard bread, the last of their rations before turning in for the night. The neighing of a horse woke Hope in the dark before dawn, and she lay still before she realised what was happening. Jumping to her feet she lunged at the man, who kicked her chest and took off with the horses. She looked around, the other five guards were dead, and their treasure, Faith's dowery, was gone. She felt despair clench at her heart, young Walmer would not have Faith without a dowery, and her brother would not provide another, and Hope began to search the dead bodies of her guards checking to see if any carried anything of value.
She gathered a dirk, and a broad sword, and that was it. Just then she head the cracking of a twig, and screamed as she made out the horned helmut of a viking raider. Faith had already woken, and she ran towards the woods, running for all she was worth, while Hope took off in the opposite direction, with several raiders in hot pursuit.
Hope: 34 , 5'3"; hair - Black; slender, but curvy with DD breasts
her daughter Faith, is 18, 5'4" Red hair, slender and athletic, C breasts.
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It was getting dark, Hope knew they would need to stop and make camp for the night, and she was nervous. This particular part of the Kentish coast was particularly vulnurable to attack, Viking raiders coming ashore and snatching what they could before darting back across the English Channel to one of their settlements on the French coast.
Hope indicated to the men to circle the horses, they would make camp here, hopefully tomorrow they would reach the Walmer stronghold, where Faith was to meet and marry her fiance. The valuable goods they carried as part of the dowery made them especially vulnurable, and until Faith's wedding, both women were essentially with out protection. Her brother had sent six men with them to safeguard the women, and the treasures, but these were violent times, and she would have difficulty relaxing until tomorrow when they reached the relative safety of Walmar.
Faith cooked, and they all ate the rabbit stew, and the hard bread, the last of their rations before turning in for the night. The neighing of a horse woke Hope in the dark before dawn, and she lay still before she realised what was happening. Jumping to her feet she lunged at the man, who kicked her chest and took off with the horses. She looked around, the other five guards were dead, and their treasure, Faith's dowery, was gone. She felt despair clench at her heart, young Walmer would not have Faith without a dowery, and her brother would not provide another, and Hope began to search the dead bodies of her guards checking to see if any carried anything of value.
She gathered a dirk, and a broad sword, and that was it. Just then she head the cracking of a twig, and screamed as she made out the horned helmut of a viking raider. Faith had already woken, and she ran towards the woods, running for all she was worth, while Hope took off in the opposite direction, with several raiders in hot pursuit.