The Lady and the Dane's Merger-Closed

[Perplexia]

Sienna Umfraville the Lady of Prudhoe Castle had recently turned nineteen. Her long auburn longs hung down proudly displaying her status of being single. Life in these times were hard. There had been a peace with the Vikings and the King for at least a decade.

She had never understood why there had to be such upheaval, perhaps it was their brazen way of just taking what they wanted instead of using communication and working out something.

She walked around her village passing out food to the poor. Her village wasn’t large, but unlike most it was self-sufficient. There were very few things they ever had to trade for. It was also prosperous enough to keep from having to owe any favors to the King.

Her father had been gifted the castle and title from the King before she was born. The story was that it was before the peace had been made and he had rid their village of it’s previous Viking tenants.

Although her father disagreed with the Kings methods he couldn’t refuse the honor. It would have put him in a bad light with the King, and that was never advisable. So instead he did what he could to make things right. He buried the Vikings that had been tossed in mass graves in to their own. Hoping in his right he was doing some good. He of course didn’t know their customs.

It was about mid-day when the church bell rang out it’s alarm. It took her and others a moment to recognize it as a distress. Chaos broke out as the Vikings attacked. The sounds of screams, yells and children’s crying would be forever embedded in her memories.

Rushing across the dirt path she picked up a sword that one of the men had dropped. She wasn’t going to be captured without a fight. Being the only child and having lost her mother at a young age. Her father raised her more like a boy, she learned sword fighting and other things girls just shouldn’t know.

 

[Fuck_Me_Gannicus]

Ingolf, son of Ingmar, was called Ingolf the Stone, because he was as broad as the great boulder that stood at the edge of his village and just about as hard. He was the son of a cheif, raised to be a warrior since the moment he had the balance to hold a spear. He had a right to greatness, felt greatness in his blood, but being the youngest of his father's sons he was last to inherit anything. He needed to make his own way, get his own land. The way to do that, of course, was to go out and take it. So he'd gathered a small hoard of fighting men near his own age, and they went out in a ship of his father's across the North Sea. He knew they had landed in the kingdom of Northumbria, and that there was a village nearby. These Saxon folk were weak fighters, and often had little at all in the way of true defense, yet it seemed their lands were fertile and their temples full of treasure. He always looked forward to taking treasures, in all their forms.

They came for the village in the middle of a busy day, when most of the folk were about their business and not on their guard. He'd given orders already for the men to be killed, and the women and children ransomed or sold as slaves after any and all of his men had their way. He'd planned to go straight for sacking the church. But his attention was caught instead by a pretty women lifting a sword from the ground. He stepped into her path, wielding his own sword and shield. "What do you plan to do with that, pretty bird?" he asked. His Saxon was jilted and clumsy, but easy to understand.

 

[Perplexia]

Sienna nostrils flared as she came face to midsection of this giant of a man. Raising her eyes to meet his she said "To skew you of course" and with that she began to thrust and parley with the sword that was too heavy for her small hands. She gave as good a fight as she could. But being out matched by power, size, and sword she ended up loosing.

She did manage to cut his shirt, but she wasn't sure if she managed to draw blood or not. Before she could pick up her sword she was grabbed from behind and tied kicking and screaming like a wild banshee, and tossed into the pen with the other woman they had captured.

"lady lady are you ok" one of her servants asked her checking to see if she had any wounds." "shh, don't let them know who I am." she replied lightly. Of course it wasn't hard to tell that she was better dressed or that people looked to her for guidance. She quickly took care of her people, furthermore giving away who she may be.