Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2016 14:51:21 GMT -5
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The morning light was shining through the window of the Longhouse she called her home. She could hear the sounds of swords clashing outside and she rubbed her eyes before sitting up and stretching. Moving to her desk she sat with ink and a quill writing a message to her king informing him of her numbers growing. She had been awaiting his visit as of late to discuss things she had foreseen. Visions of his queen and a future heir to his blood line. These dreams were sometimes a blessing to her but everything she saw had come to pass and the king found it valuable.
Most times she found it a curse that she was granted these premonitions of sorts back when she Started her path as a pagan. Most of her group told her they would kill to be gifted but sometimes it wasn't worth having. The headaches she would get before they came on were killer, and she would be hidden away for days due to it. After her morning rituals with the other women in her group she headed out and watched the soldiers in their training. They all varied in skill level but that didn't matter when she and her soldiers were done with them. They would be deadly and a force to be reckoned with.
Most of the men had been lured to their cause and few had vanished from groups wandering the woods. the rest of their groups would be picked up by the king and his soldiers. Her scouts had brought word to her of a very brutish strong looking man hunting in the woods. "Gather the capture group. Seems we will have to add another to my group of soldiers. The king will be pleased his troops are growing."
Later in the day, she prepared to head out and set up for the harvesting of a new soldier. He would come with them willingly or he would be taken by force which is why she would bring reinforcements. Once she's was prepared they headed out of the fortress and deep into the woods not far from where the lone hunter had been seen last. The trap would be set in the scene of a small camp with just her and two of her most trusted female soldiers.
Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell,
It was love from above, that could save me from hell,
She had fire in her soul it was easy to see,
How the devil himself could be pulled out of me,
There were drums in the air as she started to dance,
Every soul in the room keeping time with their hands,
And we sang...
The rest of the females and the male soldiers would be stationed out of sight in case this one decided to fight. A fire was built to light up the camp and she dressed in a black and silver adorned belly dancer outfit. It always worked luring the males into a camp of 'helpless' females. they came like moths to the flames and with the sound of rhythmic drums and music, she danced by the fire. It wouldn't be long before the sound of drums and the fire would draw him to her.