Bardiche
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Ranec
Life took a drastic turn for Ranec when he was fourteen years old. He had been a thief all his life. Orphaned when he was two and then his fostermother died just after Ranec turned eight. Since then none of the lowlanders cared for him. He stole what he could and most of the time he got away with it to. He lived in the street and had many friends but no great friend.
On the day that would change everything for young Ranec he had a loaf of bread in his hand and raced down the road with the local baker right behind him. The fat man had no chance of catching the boy but he enjoyed to try. He did not really wan't to catch him but he refused to just give him the bread.
Ranec glanced back with a triumphant look that turned to first confusion and then fear as he saw the baker slump forward with an arrow through his neck. The boy stopped in his track as he felt panic rush through him. Then the war cry alerted him that the danger was not over and he turned and ran to the side of the road, seeking to escape the village.
Cascall
Cascall had visited the village of Three wells to sell the bull he had stolen from the Haesten. He had gotten a good price for it but he did not really need the silver. He was one of the wealthiest men in all of the Farlain. He was a thief. Not for fortune but for thrills. It had always been the way of the clans to steal from eachother. It was tradition. It had always been that way.
Now Cascall was disgusted by what he saw. The Aenir had struck hard and mercyless at the unprepared lowlanders. The slaughter never seemed to cease and the Aenir warriors dragged out the women and raped them before killing them.
He turned his head and saw a young boy he remembered. Ranec he recalled his name was. The boy was running down the road. Cascall had always liked the boy. He was a survivor, but now he had two horsemen chasing him down. With cleched fists Cascall saw one of the Aenir raising his throwing spear and in full gallop he let it go. Almost as in slow motion Cascall saw the spear hit the boy in the back. The force of the throw had him falling forward.
Cascall almost was up and aiding the boy but he knew it was futile. With sinking heart he saw the other rider approach the boy that was crawling for safety. He saw the sword hitting him in the face and the boy lay still.
It was almost an hour later when the killing had stopped and all the Aenir warriors had left. All but one that was searching the buildings for anything to use. The Aenir walked out of the building as he saw Ranec was crawling towards some bushes. With a cruel smile the warrior drew his broadsword. He was just ten feet from the boy when a voice behind him was heard.
"Not one step further my bonny lad." The Aenir turned and eyed the stranger. The sight was not very disturbing. The man in front of him was of average height and slender build with a short beard combing his cheeks. He was just armed with a walking stick and a long hunting knife at his side. The Aenir warrior looked in disbelief at the man. The Aenir peaple was a proud sort. They had never seen defeat in battle and the warrior was stunned that a lone stranger dared to approach him.
The man must have an advantage Tostig thought as he nervously glanced over the surroundings.
Cascall moved closer to the warrior and the boy that lay bleeding on the ground. He kept an eye on the Aenir as he bent down and lifted Ranec over his shoulder. Without another word he turned and left the village.
The Farlain
It took time for Ranec's wounds to heal. During that time he learned to know Cascall. One thing that surprised him was that Cascall adopted him according to clan law. Without that law Ranec had been forced to leave Farlain land when he had the strength to do so. Time went and Ranec became stronger for each day. The spear wound in his back healed fast. It had pierced no organs. The sword had left a scar over his left eye and cheek. Thankfully he had not lost his sight on the eye.
At eighteen Ranec was accepted as a highlander among the Farlain. He had a few friends and some which not liked him. One of those who was always bothering him was Agwaine. The son of Cambil. The Farlain hunts lord. Agwaine was still seing Ranec as a lowlander and as Cambil disliked Cascall, Agwaine saw it as his duty to hate Ranec. The only reason Ranec kept his emotion in check was the other child of Cambil. Lana.
Ranec
Life took a drastic turn for Ranec when he was fourteen years old. He had been a thief all his life. Orphaned when he was two and then his fostermother died just after Ranec turned eight. Since then none of the lowlanders cared for him. He stole what he could and most of the time he got away with it to. He lived in the street and had many friends but no great friend.
On the day that would change everything for young Ranec he had a loaf of bread in his hand and raced down the road with the local baker right behind him. The fat man had no chance of catching the boy but he enjoyed to try. He did not really wan't to catch him but he refused to just give him the bread.
Ranec glanced back with a triumphant look that turned to first confusion and then fear as he saw the baker slump forward with an arrow through his neck. The boy stopped in his track as he felt panic rush through him. Then the war cry alerted him that the danger was not over and he turned and ran to the side of the road, seeking to escape the village.
Cascall
Cascall had visited the village of Three wells to sell the bull he had stolen from the Haesten. He had gotten a good price for it but he did not really need the silver. He was one of the wealthiest men in all of the Farlain. He was a thief. Not for fortune but for thrills. It had always been the way of the clans to steal from eachother. It was tradition. It had always been that way.
Now Cascall was disgusted by what he saw. The Aenir had struck hard and mercyless at the unprepared lowlanders. The slaughter never seemed to cease and the Aenir warriors dragged out the women and raped them before killing them.
He turned his head and saw a young boy he remembered. Ranec he recalled his name was. The boy was running down the road. Cascall had always liked the boy. He was a survivor, but now he had two horsemen chasing him down. With cleched fists Cascall saw one of the Aenir raising his throwing spear and in full gallop he let it go. Almost as in slow motion Cascall saw the spear hit the boy in the back. The force of the throw had him falling forward.
Cascall almost was up and aiding the boy but he knew it was futile. With sinking heart he saw the other rider approach the boy that was crawling for safety. He saw the sword hitting him in the face and the boy lay still.
It was almost an hour later when the killing had stopped and all the Aenir warriors had left. All but one that was searching the buildings for anything to use. The Aenir walked out of the building as he saw Ranec was crawling towards some bushes. With a cruel smile the warrior drew his broadsword. He was just ten feet from the boy when a voice behind him was heard.
"Not one step further my bonny lad." The Aenir turned and eyed the stranger. The sight was not very disturbing. The man in front of him was of average height and slender build with a short beard combing his cheeks. He was just armed with a walking stick and a long hunting knife at his side. The Aenir warrior looked in disbelief at the man. The Aenir peaple was a proud sort. They had never seen defeat in battle and the warrior was stunned that a lone stranger dared to approach him.
The man must have an advantage Tostig thought as he nervously glanced over the surroundings.
Cascall moved closer to the warrior and the boy that lay bleeding on the ground. He kept an eye on the Aenir as he bent down and lifted Ranec over his shoulder. Without another word he turned and left the village.
The Farlain
It took time for Ranec's wounds to heal. During that time he learned to know Cascall. One thing that surprised him was that Cascall adopted him according to clan law. Without that law Ranec had been forced to leave Farlain land when he had the strength to do so. Time went and Ranec became stronger for each day. The spear wound in his back healed fast. It had pierced no organs. The sword had left a scar over his left eye and cheek. Thankfully he had not lost his sight on the eye.
At eighteen Ranec was accepted as a highlander among the Farlain. He had a few friends and some which not liked him. One of those who was always bothering him was Agwaine. The son of Cambil. The Farlain hunts lord. Agwaine was still seing Ranec as a lowlander and as Cambil disliked Cascall, Agwaine saw it as his duty to hate Ranec. The only reason Ranec kept his emotion in check was the other child of Cambil. Lana.
