Fate of Drakaria

[Gothmaster]

(Need a woman for this thread to take the role as Tabbitha Wynn. PM me if interrested and i will fill you in on the plot.)

The war between the Highlanders and the Lowlanders had been over for a century. The end of outright war did not stop the hostilities from each side. The war had no winner and was ended just because it was demanded by King Einon Drakar. King Drakar ruled the kingdom of Drakaria with a steel hand and was not easily thwarted in any matters. The hatred between the two Drakarian regions grew over the years and the acts of violence grew worse once more. The violence reached the peak as Petric Wynn from the Highlands killed Luther Armgast from the Lowlands in an ambush. It was not uncommon that a Highlander killed a Lowlander or the other way around. What made the killing worse was that Luther Armgast was the eldest son to Uriah Armgast, the leader of the most prominent Highland clan. Now Uriah was planning to avenge his eldest son in a fitting manner. Calis Armgast was the one that was decided to act as the avenging angel as his father called him.

Calis was not pleased with the assignment his father sent him on but he knew his duty. The sorrow he felt at the loss of his older brother was still deep and he felt the hatred towards the Highlands but still he felt the guilt about what he was to do. Kidnapping and kill a girl was not in his nature. He had killed his fair share of Highlanders in his days, maybe even a Wynn or two but had never laid a hand on a woman. He even remembered the girl he was about to kill. He had seen her once at a peace meeting between the clans. Tabbitha Wynn, 21 years old which meant she was 3 years younger than himself. She was the only child of Petric Wynn. The man that killed Calis brother.

Now he had her in his view. She would be a easy target, alone down at the creek as she was. Calis watched as she filled her bucket with water and tried to gather his courage to do what he must.

 

[rvplymates]

Tabbitha was at the stream against the orders of her Father. He for some reason felt she should not be doing her chores as usual. Tabbitha was headstrong and stubborn, traits she had gotten from her Mother, who now was dead. She had caught sick and died so quickly that her Father had never gotten over it.

Tabbitha crouched by the stream filling her bucket thinking of the argument she had with her Father less then twenty minutes ago. As soon as he left the house, she was out with her bucket and to the stream. She still was annoyed at her Father. After all she knew how to take care of herself. Didn't she carry and know how to use the dagger she kept hidden under the sleeve of her blouse.

She was uncommonly pretty, with long reddish brown hair and green eyes the color of the sea. She stood 5' 5' and was well toned. She was nicely developed but mostly wore clothing that did not accent her figure. She wanted to stay single and free as long as she possibly could. The lads had come sniffing around to meet a most unagreeable lass. She smiled when she thought of how surprise they were with her nasty tongue.

Tabbitha looked around as she stood with her full bucket. She seemed to be considering something. Seeing she was alone she moved over to the grassy knoll and took off her vest. She sat down and unbuttoned a few buttons and let her blouse slip down off her shoulders to rest at the kruck of her arms. Her chest was bare so just a bit of her full breasts showed at the top. She pulled her skirt up so that the full length of her shapely legs were in view. She settled herself down to take in the full warmth of the sun.