Boadicea's Legacy

Honey_B

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Captain Brana clutched a rowan torch, trying to see through the dark mist that veiled her pirate ship. Though she had inherited little of her mother's masculinity, Brana was tall. She had also inherited Boadicea’s bright green eyes and red hair, which fell to her knees. This night, Brana had braided her hair and coiled it in a knot at the nape of her neck.

Members of her crew rowed toward the beaked prow of the Roman merchant ship. Without taking her eyes off her target, Brana slid her dagger from its sheath, bit down on the blade, and held it tightly between her teeth. Though the iron tasted bitter, she would need her hands free. As her boat quickly closed the distance between it and the Roman ship, the pirate queen reached into a small leather pouch at her belt. Her fingers found a small iron pellet, which she loaded into her sling.

Moonlit waves splashed against the pirate ship's prow as it gently bumped the side of the merchant ship. Brana thrust the firebrand into the Erin Sea. In the lingering cloud of misty smoke, she twirled the leather sling over her head. In seconds, her tiny missile embedded itself into a Roman sailor's forehead. With seven of her men, Brana clamored onto the deck of the Roman ship.

Just as one of the Romans was about to grab her, Brana snatched the dagger from her mouth and thrust the blade into the Roman's belly. Her dark tunic and tight trews were quickly stained crimson with blood. A clogging stench hung in the salty sea air as her men quickly disposed of the ship's crew.

Brana felt someone's gaze and wheeled around to face a shadowy figure. She moved forward, then with a flick of her wrist pressed the dagger against the Roman's throat and held it there. The glow of the full moon flickered upon her catch. She gasped. He looked like Lugh, the sun god. His stone smooth face was endowed with eyes as deep blue as the sea. He gestured for her to release the blade so he could speak.

With a flick of her wrist she moved the sharp dagger down to his chest.

OOC: All right then, I will need one writer willing to offer himself up as Brana's Roman captive. You should have at least a cursory knowledge of ancient Britannia. PM me if you are interested.
 
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