Ashley & The Invading Barbarians

[little_golden]

Ashley was 19 years of age, slim, beautiful, with long brown hair. She was the daughter of the local chieftain. Her family was family was wealthy as demonstrated by their furs, weapons, armor, and family manor. Ashley was an only child and many of the local men would willingly trade their best warhorse to have such a wife as Ashley. But so far, her father was holding out for the best possible arrangement.

With sound of the barbarian horns approaching and panic amongst the farmers, she hurried to her horse which had been stabled to the rear of the manor. She knew the danger of the invading barbarians and their henchman. Her father and his warrior were away summoned by the Overlord. The locals were peaceful farmers but lately the raids were increasing in frequency and intensity. Without her father and his men the village and farms were vulnerable. She knew that a number of the local woman had been captured and dragged off to their lands to the north. The last things she wanted was to be enslaved and sent north away from her tropical home.

The invading barbarians were beasts, and she knew their reputation as vulgar, savage and crude. In their wake, they stole all they could carry from grain, livestock, slaves, gold and women. What they could not steal they put to the torch and the men they did not slay they maimed. The local farmers were terrified of these crazed men.

OCC - Anyone up for the task of the invading barbarians? The goal would be to create an active fun thread with lots of detail and sexual adventure.

 

[mr spikey]

Ulfgar the Barbarian

Ulfgar was the son of the northern tribal chieftan and the leader of the raid on this hamlet. He was 6 feet tall, with dark brown hair and blue-green eyes. The raiding party had camped the night berfore, after watching the local warriors leave the hamlet practically unguarded. The diversionary raid had worked, the Overlord of this provence reacting and summoning his best warriors to fight an enemy that had already escaped.
The horns had been sounded signaling the attack. Panic erupted throughout the village, as the Northmen road into the village, hacking the remaining men down as they ran. Raiding was not a civil affair bewteen the Northmen and the tribes in the tropical south. Both sides killed and destroyed as much as they pleased.
Ulfgar spied a girl with long brown hair mounting a white mare and preparing to make her escape. He could not allow her to get away. The orders from Ulfgar's father had been quite brutal, everyone dies except for those we can drag back to the north. He saw her intended avenue of escape and made to intercept her bewteen two hovels. He reached her and grabb the reins of her horse just before she could spur her horse to galllop away. He looked her over lustifully, eyeing her tan lines and curvaceous body. She was very much different from Northern women, who would equally curvaceous, but with creamy white skin and no tan lines at all.

 

[little_golden]

In the hot tropical sun, Ashley normally didn't wear a lot of clothing and today was no different. She wore only a gold chain around her waist and a silver amulet around her neck. She had mounted her white mare and was about to gallop off to the West bareback and warn her father of the barbarian horde that invaded his lands.

Ashley had no idea that her father had been betrayed. The barbarians had a spy and that spy had worked hard to get her father and his warriors out of the way. The invaders would devastate her father financially, destroy his family and take away from his local honor and prestige. The barbarians horns sounded and many of the farmers took flight abandoning their homes and possession in the attempt to preserve their lives.

There was screaming from women in the village. Ashley could hear the garbled yells of old men as they did their best to stop the invaders - but it was hopeless. They were too old and the invaders too many.

"Oh... my" Ashely cried out in surprised as a large dark haired barbarian jumped out from nowhere and grabbed at the reins of her horse.

She kicked the sides of the big mare and the horse started to gallop, but the big barbarian was quick to stop the horse and as she lost her balance she tumbled over the horse and onto the hard ground where she landed with a thud.

"Ughhhhh" Ashley grunted as her head struck the ground. She was dizzy and fighting to remain alert.

I have to fight him she thought as she tried to scramble to her feet.

 

[Quelogue]

"Run, my lady!"

Rurik, the young blacksmith's apprentice had narrowly escaped the village with his life. His lungs were already working like the bellows from his master's forge. He had ran as fast as he could from the village, and now he saw the Lady Ashley at the mercy of a brute of a barbarian, who no doubt had rape on his mind, and would easily be capable of overpowering the defenseless, beautiful, and naked young woman.

Rurik had no time to be bashful, however. He picked up a rock and threw it the barbarian, hitting him in the back, causing the brute to let go of his grip on the young Lady. The barbarian was temporarily winded, but Rurik knew that the huge man would take only seconds to recover. Again, he called out, "Run, my lady!" as he drew his sword and charged at the barbarian, knowing he would likely meet his doom...

 

[little_golden]

Ashley thought her escape was over, but suddenly she received new encouragement from the voice of a villager who yelled out:

"Run, my lady!"

She shook her head as if trying to regain control of her scattered brains. Then she saw the young Rurik, the blacksmith's apprentice attack the barbarian who was about to capture her. Rurik attacked with a rock, which was useful for momentarily distracting the beast, but it did little cause injury or harm to the attacker.

Ashley could see the barbarian trying to decide whether to slay young Rurik or to pursue his prize - herself. He looked angry and full of hatred. It was obvious to Ashley that the barbarian did not appreciate Rurik's timing. Guilt ran through Ashley was she realized that the barbarian would quickly kill young Rurik if he so decided.

Grabbing a handful of dirt, she tossed it towards the barbarian's eyes in a desperate bid to temporarily blind the invader. No sooner had the soft sand flown into the air, Ashley moaned aloud as she saw another dozen invaders heading towards them.

"Rurik... Run for your life... Warn my father" Ashley called out as she scampered to her feet. Her mare had run off and now she started to run barefoot away from both Rurik and the barbarian.

 

[Quelogue]

Rurik could not believe his luck. The Lady Ashley had enough presence of mind to throw dirt into the face of her attacker. Rurik had the gift of quick reflexes. His youth also facilitated his brashness; he had won many a fight with other boys of his age, but going up against a blood-thirsty barbarian? That was something else. He would have to keep his wits about him and steer clear of the man's swinging fists if he were to stay on his feet.

Within seconds, he had reached the brute with his sword extended fully forward. At the last moment, the barbarian saw him. Rurik was running too fast to react. Even as he heard Ashley, yelling, "Rurik... Run for your life... Warn my father!" as she ran, the huge barbarian merely took a step backward, leaving his left leg extended for Rurik to trip over it. He tasted grass and soil as his face slammed into the sod!

Then he felt a large fist thump against his back, right between the shoulder-blades. Rurik was then hoisted unceremoniously to his feet by the raider.

 

[mr spikey]

OOC: Quelogue - it is in bad form to kill off someone else's character without at least consutling with them first.

 

[Quelogue]

OOC: Oops, my bad! I had forgotten that the raider who was attacking Ashley was in fact Ulfgar, and not Bravdar the Bold. Having re-read your post, I now realize my mistake. I will be more careful in future.

 

[mr spikey]

Ulfgar

I had grabbed the reins of her horse and was about to leave with my prize, when I felt a rock strike my leather armour in the back. I lost my grip on the reins and turned to see a young apprentice blacksmith running towards me drawing his sword.
I pivoted my horse to face him and was about to ride him down, when dirt came flying up into my face. Temporarily blinded, I dismounted and cleared my eyes just in time to see the blacksmith preparing to drive his sword into my belly. At the last moment, I planted my left leg and whipped my right arm around as he started to trip over my leg and slammed him into the ground.
I grabbed him by the shoulder blades and lifted him up off the ground, his feet dangling just off the grass. I brought my dirk up under his chin and whispered to him 'drop your sword'. I looked around for the young woman and she had started to run off on foot.

 

[Quelogue]

Rurik

The chokehold that the big raider had on Rurik was constricting his airway, preventing him from breathing. Rurik was disoriented, and slowly losing consciousness. He could not even feel the ground! He felt the prick of the man's dirk in his neck as he hissed, "Drop your sword!" A line of blood began to pool around the top of the big man's fist. Rurik wanted to stick the sword in the man's belly. He would have if the damned thing was not so heavy. Eventually, he could no longer hang onto it. He let it go, and then blacked out.

 

[mr spikey]

Ulfgar

The blacksmith evetually dropped his sword and passed out. I bent over to pick up the sword and spied the young woman trying to coral my horse. At that moment, I heard a scream from behind me.
A peasant farmer was charging me while brandishing a sword. I instinctively assumed my defensive stance and awaited the charging farmer. I parried his attack and riposted, cutting his abdomen. He howled in pain and turned to attack once more. I parried once more and kneed him in the groin. As he bent over in pain, I turned and beheaded him with one swift blow.
The headless body fell forward spouting blood. I looked around and saw the young woman attempting to ride off on my horse. I whistled loudly and the horse stopped suddenly, throwing her off.
Some of the raiding party rode up and signaled we should leave. I motioned for the men to take the blacksmith and ties his hands and gag him. One of the men look at me questioningly and I informed him that we needed skilled workers as well as women.
I walked over to my horse, still standing where he had stopped. I found the young woman lying on the ground. She had a dazed look about her and I grabbed her by the hand and led her back to the others.

 

[little_golden]

It was hours later when Ashley awoke. Her head was aching and a throbbing pain went through her neck. She felt cold as she she lay naked on the bottom of some boat. Looking around she could see fifty or sixty barbarians manning the big sailing ship. In the hold of the ship, Ashley now realized the barbarians had captured a half dozen women, and several men including the blacksmith's apprentice.

From the moment of the boat, Ashley could feel the rush of the waves pounding against the ship. The masts creaked under the strain of a strong wind filling the canvass. As Ashley eyes adjusted to the dim light of the hold, she recognized various piles of stolen property - fish, cotton, corn, clothing, weapons, armor, metal goods, an anvil, a fishing net, various tools, and her father's chest of gold and silver.

Another successful raid by the beasts from the north.... My poor father Ashley lamented as she realized the barbarians had wiped out his food stocks and monies. He'd have a hard winter and many of his peasants would risk starvation. His status would drop and many of his workers and fighters would abandon him when he was late paying them. It was a grim reality.

As Ashley regained her senses, she stood up......

 

[RPMate]

As Ashley slowly stood up the wicked sound of a cold whip could be heard crackling near Ashely feet from behind her, followed by the sound of a deep gruff voice.::

"You, slave! remain seated! unless Athos tell you move!"

The large barbarian said, and put more empathise into his order with another crack of his whip.

The barbarian standing not to far behind her was a giant of a man covered in countless battle scars of war that decorated his muscular body and stood taller then any barbarian she had ever seen before.

His head had a thick mane of uncombed black hair that extended well past his shoulders while his arms and hands looked large enouph to to wrap around any normal sized person with ease.

While the Barbarian wore nothing over his board chest his waist was covered by a thick plate mail belt followed by steel leggings that extended as far down as his knee caps. A pair of old thick brown leather boots covered his with holes on the ends of them where his toes stuck out from his oversized feet.

The large barbarian man took another step closer to the captive slave his relativly handsom face stotic but with a small frown adorn his face. His dark charcol colored eyes stared her down as if dareing her to not heed his words.

"Athos" Someone said from behind the giant barbarian causing him to finally turn away from the captive southern tribe female.

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(Athos the giant Barbarian. (Pic is not exactly how he looks just an idea. (Pic taken from Fate/stay night "Berserker")

 

[little_golden]

Ashley flinched as the crack of whip inches from her body struck the ground beside her. Instinctively she turned and in stunned silence took a few steps backwards as she saw a giant barbarian, with a mess of black hair, beady dark eyes, whose body was a mess of scars and markings, and he towered over them with a whip in one hand. The barbarian in deep gruff voice yelled out:

"You, slave! remain seated! unless Athos tell you move!"

Ashley stood there for another split second and resisted the urge to cry. It was the second crack of the whip that brought her back to her senses and she quickly dropped back to the ground and then sat.

What a hideous monster! Ashley thought secretly.

 

[RPMate]

Athos remained quiet as another smaller barbarian barked something angerly at him in a northern tribe language and after awhile the giant known as Athos seemed to nod lightly while lowering the whip within his hand.

Looking back to the captive girl and seeing her now at least seated he gave a low animal like huff before moving further away from her and the rest of her captive people.

Athos wouldn't wonder too far however making his way to the opposite end of the hull directly across from the captives and sat down.
Though he was big the boat was wide and dark enouph to hide most of his body within the shadows with only the faint glint of his murderious eyes reflecting the dim light that occasionally shined through from above.

Athos didn't understand the concept of captureing slaves, thinking it be better to slay them all on the spot instead of giving them a chance to take revenge upon them. However he was never one to question the order of his leaders either and eariler when the battle had taken place within the jungled village he had been ordered to stay back much to his displeasure.
Apprently his skills wern't needed or at least that's what they had told him, and from the looks of things the village had indeed had been taken down quickly with rich results.

Athos sighed deeply from the shadows, he had no need for loot and only existed to battle and follow the orders of his superiors. When they had brought the slaves onto the boat he had been ordered to watch over them during this sail back to the northern lands and that was exactly what he would do.

Curosity seemed to capture him this time though as those charcol orbs fell continuously over the slender curves of the only captive brave enouph so far to stand up even with his close presense. Sure she may not have seen him at first but that didn't stop him from beliveing she would try so again in challenge to him. Something about her was diffrent then the others and even Athos, whom bareily cared or bothered to take note of inslaved eneimes, could see this.

 

[Quelogue]

Rurik had been surrounded by the inky, suffocating blackness of unconsciousness. A strange rocking motion caused him to think he was underwater. The action of swallowing caused pain in his throat. He finally came to, believing that he had just swam to the surface so he could take a breath. He began coughing and quickly opened his eyes, only to find himself face to face with a wooden surface. He tried to swim, but neither his arms nor his legs would move. His body contorted and writhed as he attempted to swim. As his senses returned, he realized that he was lying face down in the bottom of a boat.

How did I get here? he thought. The next thing he realized was that his hands and feet were bound, and the rope used to bind him had cut off the circulation, causing numbness in his extremeties. His head throbbed.

Rurik then remembered the big barbarian, and the rest of his memory returned. Ashley! What happened to her? Did she escape? Was she killed? The answers came when he heard a movement from his left. Carefully, he turned to look and saw that the fleece lying next to him was actually moving. As he scanned the length of the fleece, he saw that there were feet sticking out of one end, and a head covered in long brown hair at the other, not too far from his own head. "Lady Ashley," he whispered, "is that you?"

It was at that point that an unseen force struck a blow to his side. Involuntarily, he rolled onto his back, staring straight up at an enormous giant of a barbarian! At least, that's how the man looked from his vantage point. The barbarian was looking right down at him!

"Get a nice sleep did you, boy?" the barbarian sneered.

 

[RPMate]

"Get a nice sleep did you, boy?"

Athos head picked up slightly as he noticed one of the other barbarians kicking one of the slaves whom seemed to have just woken up. Thrat (the barbarian that's kicking Rurik) was always one to sneer and mock the prisoners. It was pretty much how he got his kicks when he was in a bad mood and he most definitely must of had a foul run in with a higher elder since he was actully hitting the slave.

Arthos paid little mind as he watched Thrat continue kicking the poor man. So long as he didn't kill him Arthos didn't care since it wouldn't be interfering with his orders. If he beat the man too much though he would have to intervene, his commander would be furious with him if any of the slaves (especially the females) were killed without reason.

 

[Quelogue]

Rurik gritted his teeth as his tormentor rolled him across the deck with his foot. "What's the matter, slave? Cat got your tongue? Answer me boy, or I'll rip your fuckin' tongue out?"

"Nnnghhh! Y..yes, thankyou. I slept well." Rurik fought hard to keep the sarcasm out of his voice.

"I slept well, SIR!" The giant slammed his foot into Rurik's side, lifting him off the deck slightly, knocking the wind out of him. Rurik was unable to breathe, let alone talk.

"Looks like you need a lesson in manners, boy!" the giant bellowed. Rurik stared goggle-eyed, fearing that his life was about to end, as two huge fists came straight down towards his chest. The big man gripped Rurik's smock and hoisted him upright. The man's large face was very close and his breath smelled foul. Rurik glanced to his right, noticing another barbarian watching them and smiling. The man's battle-scars showed that he was an experienced warrior. Rurik's eyes pleaded, but he knew he would get no help from that warrior. His whole body ached, and it felt as though his stomach was in his chest. He was still too winded to talk. He moved his mouth like a fish out of water and wheezed, hoping that his tormentor would take pity on him.

 

[RPMate]

"Looks like you need a lesson in manners, boy!"

Watching from the shadows with an emotionless face Athos watched as Thrat picked up the young man and now held him by the throat. After awhile of not seeing him put the young slave down Athos realized that Thrat was actully intending to kill him to releave his own stress.

This would not happen though at least not while he was guarding over the slaves.

"That enouph Thrat...you put small man down."

Hearing his name Thrat turned with a sneer and started to glare at Athos.
"pfft you can't tell me what to do. I'll do whatever the hell I please. and if I want this slave to suffer..he suffers."

"Warcheiftens orders were not to kill slaves. Warcheiftens be angry with you...make you pay."

"Come on! Athos like they're really going to care for the lost of one meezily slave. Their dirt..their garbage, their lower then the shit of animal dung."

"...Orders are orders...Thrat...if you kill slave...I kill you."

::It was then Thrat finally released his hold over the young mans throat, throwing him to the ground with another sneer of hatrid.::

"Better watch your back Athos." Thrat said before dissapearing upwards back ontop of the deck::

The hull of the ship grew quiet again while the cold eyes of Athos looked to the young man giving a quick glance of making sure he was alright.

 

[Quelogue]

Rurik coughed and spluttered, his swollen throat making it hard to breathe. To make matters worse, he could feel vomit welling up. He rolled over onto his side and let the vomit drain out of his mouth and onto the deck.

He could not understand the guttural speech of the two raiders, but he knew that the man holding him by his throat had capitulated to the other. Now Rurik was really in trouble. As soon as the barbarian captain's eyes were turned, the other man would return to torture him some more and perhaps, even toss him overboard!

Rurik remained motionless, with his back to the barbarian captain, as he once more tried to recover his senses. At that moment it occured to Rurik that no matter which direction this boat travelled in, he was on a journey to hell, and there was not a damned thing he could do about it!

 

[little_golden]

Ashley was quiet as she watched the scenes unfolding before her eyes. She was relieved to see Rurik and to know that he was alive.

We've got to escape she thought as she sat on the floor silently watching Rurik and the barbarians.

Oh ... He's tied and they are beating him... They are savage animals.... Beasts... The stories are true... They are but animals in skins.... We must escape.... But I can't swim and we're in a boat.... This isn't good... Ashley realized as she eyed the crew of barbarians.

No weapons... Heavily outnumbered..... On a boat.... Heading away from home.... If we could turn the boat around... I could restore my father's wealth... This is hopeless! Ashley realized as she mentally pondered the mess of a situation she was in.

Finding her voice Ashley called out to one of the barbarians:

"I'm hungry and thirsty"

 

[RPMate]

The young slave had settled down now but not before making a mess on the floor which caused Athos to grown and frown with displeasure. Now he'd have to endear the foul older and they still had a long way to go before reaching their homeland in the north.
A few moments later the silence was broken again as he heard the girl from earlier.
"I'm hungry and thirsty"

Athos sighed at this, the girl reminded him of one of the complaining children in his snow covered villages were most kids had to fend for themselves in getting food. This was how the tribe wheedled out the weak from the strong.

Taking his eyes off the girl he noticed that none of the other barbarians bothered to even pay attention to her or the other slaves. They *are* slaves after all but even they have to eat and drink in order to survive the long journey across the mighty water.

Standing up the silent giant moved closer to the girl, his foot steps heavy and causing a loud thump with every step. It wasn't long before he soon stood over the girls body, towering over her with his whip still in his hand.

(Question: is this a realistic type story or can I throw in some..fantasy like things to help spice the story up? Won't be anything like spells or magic but something more along the lines of a beast to have us go up against.)

 

[little_golden]

Ashley felt ignored by the many barbarians sailing the ship. She predicted it would be several days of sailing before they reached the homeland of the barbarians. It would be senseless of the slaves were starved to death or froze in the bottom of the boat. The more north they went the colder the wind became.

The giant with the whip approached her and she felt very intimidated, Sensing the eyes of many of the slaves upon her she could not back down. As he towered over her she asked:

"You there... Jailer.... We're thirsty, hungry and the weather is turning colder. We won't be of any value if we're all dead... Who's in charge of this boat?"

Ashley wasn't sure if she should expect a beating or to be thrown overboard.

There was a giant laughter from a barbarian at the top of the hold. He yelled out in a thickly accented tongue:

"The slave speaks.... The slave wants water... the slave wants food.... the slave wants furs.... Well... Here are some gifts for the slave!"

As he finished speaking he point to another man who then joined in the laughter as he poured a large barrel of cold water onto Ashley drenching her from head to toe and making her even colder.

"And fish for you!" the same barbarian called out as he dropped a dozen stinking dead fish on her head.

Ashley was too stunned to speak. She looked at the big barbarian who stood but feet away from her. He hadn't been hit with the water of the fish...

Behind her Ashley could hear the scurrying of other slaves as they quickly grabbed for the fish and tried to lick up water from the floor of the boat. She was too proud to do so as she looked up to the giant to see his reaction.

 

[RPMate]

Athos deepened pools of charcoal didn't waver or show any sign of surprise as the barbarians above acted cruelly to the female slave, she was a slave after all and ill treatment to her and the others wasn't uncommon. Athos also watched as the other slaves pathetically grabbed and fought one another for whatever food and dirty water was given to them, and that alone made Athos frown with slight disgust. The girl appeared only stunned from what had happened but much to Athos's surprise didn't lower herself to such levels as a normal slave like the others. She was a strong one.

As if having a slow reaction time Athos looked up slowly at first, looking to where the two other barbarians had used to be, but had gone off to continue their work above. His eyes then moved back to the girl and then without saying a word the silent giant moved over to a nearby net basket that hung over the slaves heads and pulled free a surprisingly fresh looking fruit. Kneeling himself down to one knee he came to the height of a normal sized man and held the fruit out towards Ashley. Though the fruit was of a good sized being within his large hands only made the round fruit appear small.

 

[little_golden]

Ashley was hoping that the big barbarian would turn away and attend to other duties. Secretly she longed to drink from the water now draining across the bottom of the boat's hold. She was starving and would have shared in the eating of the raw fish. But while this giant watched she refused to do so. It was foolish but she was proud. She could sense the barbarian's eyes caressing her naked body.

The giant seemed to taunt her pulled free a surprisingly fresh looking fruit and then he knelt beside her to offer her the fruit. She knocked it from his hand in an act of defiance. It was the last thing she could do was to take a special favour from her captors. The other slaves were already looking to her for leadership because of her father's status. She was expecting a slap or to be knocked to the ground from a tremendous blow from the giant.

It was at that moment that there yells from several of the barbarians manning the sails and oars. There was a series of coarse yells and soft screams as a flood of arrows and axes swept across the deck from a nearby boat.....