DellaDivina
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Siobhan Talok Talka crouched down in the tall grass at the Northern edge of the island, only a few miles away from T'Ram, the trade center. She was a woman, of eighteen summers, with cornflower blonde hair bound into two long braids down her back. Her slender, but strong, body was covered in nothing more than a short leather kilt. On her feet were strapped sandals. Strapped to her back was a long, two handed sword. Across her naked back was the mark of her clan, a black bear claw. Across her left breast was the scar of a blade, gained in battle.
Siobhan had been traveling to T'Ram when she spotted the three longboats on the shore. The men exiting the boats were dressed in black and carried swords. They were, she believed, Gettish slavers, set on stealing some of her people away. Far off, in the distance, she could see a Gettish sailing vessel floating. She had never seen Gettish raiders herself, but had heard the stories when she was little.
She was torn between running to warn her village, or simply attacking. She was, after all, a Taken One, and if her cause were just the spirit of the black bear would inhabit her body during combat. She could feel the berserker rage of a Taken One building up within her. The bear simply wanted to attack, and die in glorious combat. Her human side argued back though, and won.
Siobhan turned and sneaked back into the forest. As soon as she was amongst the trees, she started to run. Her limbs flashed as she moved easily through the forest, headed back to the village. It took her a good twenty minutes to return, but soon she was amongst the clay huts of her people. She ran straight for the stone built pub in the center of town, and crashed through the doors.
The men inside were drinking, despite the early hour. She shouted at them. "Talok Talka, awake and take on the aspect of the Talka! There are raiders on our shore!" Almost immediately the men jumped up, leaving their drinks behind. By the time word spread through the whole village, forty warrior were assembled, along with four Taken Ones.
All were dressed in leather kilts and had on a padded wool jacket. Each man carried a short, curved bronze blade. The Taken Ones all had smeared warpaint onto their faces, making them look like the faces of bears. They were all naked from the waist up and carried two handed swords.
By the time the warband finished assembling, the raiders were only a half mile from the village. They could hear them clomping through the forest. The women and children all ran into the forest to hide, while the warband prepared themselves for battle.
OOC: This is an open thread, set in the World of the Great Divine Mother. Please go read a cultural file, before you join in. All posts must be two paragraphs long, minimum. Your character must fit within the framework for the world. The OOC thread is here.
Siobhan had been traveling to T'Ram when she spotted the three longboats on the shore. The men exiting the boats were dressed in black and carried swords. They were, she believed, Gettish slavers, set on stealing some of her people away. Far off, in the distance, she could see a Gettish sailing vessel floating. She had never seen Gettish raiders herself, but had heard the stories when she was little.
She was torn between running to warn her village, or simply attacking. She was, after all, a Taken One, and if her cause were just the spirit of the black bear would inhabit her body during combat. She could feel the berserker rage of a Taken One building up within her. The bear simply wanted to attack, and die in glorious combat. Her human side argued back though, and won.
Siobhan turned and sneaked back into the forest. As soon as she was amongst the trees, she started to run. Her limbs flashed as she moved easily through the forest, headed back to the village. It took her a good twenty minutes to return, but soon she was amongst the clay huts of her people. She ran straight for the stone built pub in the center of town, and crashed through the doors.
The men inside were drinking, despite the early hour. She shouted at them. "Talok Talka, awake and take on the aspect of the Talka! There are raiders on our shore!" Almost immediately the men jumped up, leaving their drinks behind. By the time word spread through the whole village, forty warrior were assembled, along with four Taken Ones.
All were dressed in leather kilts and had on a padded wool jacket. Each man carried a short, curved bronze blade. The Taken Ones all had smeared warpaint onto their faces, making them look like the faces of bears. They were all naked from the waist up and carried two handed swords.
By the time the warband finished assembling, the raiders were only a half mile from the village. They could hear them clomping through the forest. The women and children all ran into the forest to hide, while the warband prepared themselves for battle.
OOC: This is an open thread, set in the World of the Great Divine Mother. Please go read a cultural file, before you join in. All posts must be two paragraphs long, minimum. Your character must fit within the framework for the world. The OOC thread is here.
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