Nomad in a new Land (closed)

[Asa]

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Senka

The last of her kind... A relic... A nomad. A destroyer with no enemies left to destroy. The four kingdoms of her homelands had found peaceful accord. Clearly deciding peace was better than extinction at the hands of which ever nomadic death the others were able to hire. That is what her people had been for centuries... Nomadic death. Men and women trained nearly from birth to kill. No one knew where they came from even they had lost any tales of a homeland or anything like that centuries ago. They were different from any of the other kingdoms long lived but now there was only one... That anyone knew of.

Little did she know that her people were not exactly mortal nor that there was to always be at least one of her kind in the world always. Long lived they had originally been the line of defense between the Gods and mortals against anything that sought to destroy them. Then their lineage became warriors to protect Goes from humans and humans from Gods... Then what most conscious history knew them as... Ruthless killers... Assassin's... Destroyers... Death...

When the lands further west became known she eventually traveled there. All of the grasslands and strangely clad people who seemed both terrified and curious of her at the same time were very different than home but in all truth she had no home. Sitting in one of the taverns in this strange land she seemed to fascinate a young child who would try to talk to her and once the child had her name seemed to introduce her to everyone in the little village. The adults seemed somewhat fearful of her especially with the swords and weapons she carried but the child seemed far more interested in the "pretty pictures" on her arms hands face and neck. The child determined to hold her hand tracing the patterns with his little finger as some armor clad soldiers rode past. She however passively observed the men covered in armor as one word danced in her mind about their bulky armor... Cowards.

The little one speaking after pausing at one of her tats.

I know someone with a scar that looks like this. Wanna meet him Miss Senka?

She had stayed with the young boy and his mother easily breaking up any quarrel that entered their tavern and had many a village ruffian or bully timid in her presence. She even grew used to the little ones near constant rambling to her dismissing his interest in showing her zomeone with a scar matching one of her tattoos.

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Enough...

He walked over as the guards stopped and bowed to the young man walking closer. Senka still stood ready both swords in hand as she eyed the situation as if a tigress ready to fight.

I have never known of any woman who could fight like that... Much less with the tenacity and chess like forethought. Who... Who are you? And what do you feel you defend this child from.

He noticed the scared child behind her pointing to one of his guards.

The child being as any child sought to retrieve his ball and your "soldier" nearly ran the child over then dared go after the child when his horse threw him as not to harm the child.

Is this true?

He turned sharp knowing there were some hotheads in his soldiers ranks. The men who where not nursing wounded egos cuts and ribs nodded.

Such actions will not be tolerated men. Forgive them young one.

He nodded to the child and looking back to this woman wielding two swords and clearly not the clothing of theand under her cloak. He looked into those dark eyes and saw the compassion balanced with a venom for battle had had never seen before in anyone.

Please I would be honored if you would join me for my tour of the lands.

The child tugged on her hand.

It okay miss Senka lady I will tell momma to keep some food warm for you when you get back.

She narrowed her eyes at the young ruler but nodded.

I will not go so easy on your men the next time they assault an unarmed villager especially a child... Is that clear.

 

[Bengal52]

"Miss Senka, there is nothing to worry about. If you see them after anyone, do not hold back." The men were obviously nervous about the strange woman. The young rulers eyes flashed through the ranks, looking for the culprit. The strange woman clearly knew the weapons she carried.

"Good. I wouldn't anyways."

"Perhaps you will join me in a sparing match this afternoon. I always look for someone to best me. Perhaps you have heard of me, Prince Raspare?" He offered his hand, palm up.

 

[Asa]

Brow raised at his outstretched hand. The little boy taking hold of her hand and placing it in the Prince's hand.

No... I haven't...

The little boy giggled.

She arrived with the people from the east your majesty... Mr Prince Raspare. She she has lots of pretty pictures on her hands and arms.

 

[Bengal52]

"Thank you Chance. I bet your mother would love it if you guidentify her home and keep the ruffians away." With a smile the young boy took off.

"This way Miss. I hope I can be a challenge. " The prince led her through the gate into the courtyard beyond. Between several filled weapon racks, there is a circle drawn on the ground. The prince led her into the circle and stepped away from her.

"The rules are simple. No killing, no maiming, and last one in the circle wins. Clear?" After she nods, he pulls two slim but very well made blades from his right side.

 

[Asa]

No killing and no maiming then perhaps we should use no weapons as I am trained solely to kill...

She smirked to the young ruler though her words leaving no chance of misunderstanding. She knew what she was and had been her whole life... A killer. She had tried not to kill any of his men but she had drawn blood none the less on most if not all of those that fought her.

 

[Bengal52]

He flew fast at her but she blocked expertly. "That is true challenge of the ring."

He quickly changed stances and came at her again. She only stayed on the defensive for half a step before she came back at him. The smile quickly left his face as every guard watched the best sword fight they had ever seen. The Prince was highly skilled but she was slightly better. He threw everything at her but she handled it with ease. Eventually he stepped out of the ring. "Yout clearly are better than I've ever seen. Stay, teach me."

As she responded, the Prince watched a line of sweat trace a bit of ink that fell into her cleavage.

 

[Asa]

Perhaps... But I will warn you... Most that know me from the eastern lands might advise against it. Now that trade has opened up and others travel here you may hear fantastical stories of remnants of a murderous people that could slay Gods.

She laughed watching him tossing the cloak off at long last revealing the full extent of her tattoos and leather armor that seemed as if the tanning process and shaping took place with the leather on her very body.

 

[Bengal52]

It took the prince a few seconds to recompose himself. "If you are the first once here, you would be the best to learn from. Then I can stand with or against these people as they come here."

He walked over towards her, obviously distracted by her ink. "That is spectacular work. Stay the night here and I want to hear the whole story."

 

[Asa]

The guards seemed stunned to see the armor she wore was little more than leather and not even a bruise on her from their previous scuffle.

Very well... I will tell you the stories of my people and the myths that surround them and me being the last of my kind.

The tattoos interest you?

 

[Bengal52]

"I have seen only one other with such marks and his are far fewer. He was one of my teachers despite only having one arm. He is still great but he never talks about his past."

The Prince walks around her seeing how thoroughly she is inked. "You have so many. Please tell me about them."

The prince signals to a group of servants. "Food will be ready shortly. A room is being prepared for you to use as long as you stay."

 

[Asa]

My people have been nomads for as long as I can remember. Many within the four kingdoms of the east referred to us as Nomadic death. Lgends and myths claim we protected the Gods and man from the darkness the from each other. My tattoos are a story of battle assassination and death. We are trained nearly from birth to kill. I however now as far as I have known for a while am the last of my kind.

She shrugged as even when there were more of her people they tended to be loners unless hired as a small army.

 

[Bengal52]

Prince Raspare led the nomad into the castle and to the dinning table. There sits a full spread of food. It only takes a few minutes to fill plates for each and then they sit. The Prince sits next to her. He places one hand on hers. "I am so glad you could join me. I hope we can spare again soon."

 

[Asa]

An old mans voice rings out at seeing Senka.

DEMON... DEATH... Young prince you have brought darkness into this fair kingdom. An unfeeling monster who will wipe out everything!

Her eyes now distracted from the prince touching her hand stare like cold steel through the ranting old man. Seeing the tats and one arm she knows he is not of her people but was mate to one long ago.

 

[Bengal52]

The crazy old man's outburst made the Prince roll his eyes. "Crazy statements like that are why you aren't allowed weapons any longer."

He turns back to the woman. "This was the man you asked about. A couple of years ago, he lost a match and his mind. He muttered something about an anniversary and spent the next week crying."

The Prince waves a couple of attendants over. "See he back to his chamber and that he stays there."

 

[Asa]

She held up a hand to stop them taking him away. Standing she walked over to him.

You know who my people were but clearly you have not been around the four kingdoms for a great while. Who were you mated to? Which family called you one of their adopted souls?

Mali... Wife... Who your family is... Very obvious... Most murderous... bloody... Dannox... Why... Why have you come here?

The old man seemed almost calmer with her up close as he spoke. She nodded feeling no need to lie.

Yes and with the four kingdoms having found a level of peace that ended most of our people. I... I am the last aside from you... That I know of. Rest now we can speak some other time.

 

[Bengal52]

As she spoke with the crazy man, the Prince watched. There was some kind of connection there. "He gets very good care but there is so little of his mind left. This is probably the most I've seen in months."

The Prince returned to his seat. He waited on the woman to return.

 

[Asa]

He is of the Mali... They were one of the first families the peace destroyed... Finishing off what the wars left that is.

She sat back down and began to eat.

He is right though The Dannox hold they most murderous of lineages among the families. Prized at one time for that very fact and our utterly ruthless cold lack of care about ending the lives of our prey or any that cross us. To be honest your soldiers have that little boy to thank that they still draw breath.

 

[Bengal52]

"After our brief sparing, that was very clear. If I could not match you, there are no soldiers here that would have slowed you down."

It was clear that the Prince was a bit sore about it and more than a bit aroused by the woman.

 

[Asa]

I can continue my traveling leaving these lands of yours if you are displeased with a woman being able to take out your soldiers.

She nodded as she spoke... To her life was always on the move. She had spent far longer here than she really ever had spent anywhere before.

 

[Bengal52]

"I would much prefer you to stay. There is much you can show us." He leaned in close to her.

"There also are many pleasures to be found before you leave."

 

[Asa]

Explain...

She sat there brow raised watching him.

As for teaching... I could be convinced to teach your men but all of that bulky armor... How do they even move in it? Who ever decided such weight and metal was a good idea.

 

[Bengal52]

"Come to my chambers and I will give you a taste of these pleasures. Afterwards, you can design better armor for my men. "

The Prince rose and led the woman from the room.

 

[Asa]

A snarl curled her lips. Just like a royal thinking they should be able to bed whoever they wished. She began twirling a knife in her hand.

I will train your soldiers and work with your blacksmith on better moving armor but know this young prince.

The knife slammed into the table between them.

I am not impressed with such things as wealth and power to be bedded with such ease as words. You would do well to remember that. Unlike most women of the many lands I have traveled I am death and destruction alone I need no man who seeks only to warm a bed in conquest.