Paganpaige
04-04-2019, 01:58 AM
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Name: Asena Bloodwolf
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Occupation: Shield maiden
Maritial Status: Single
Family:
Father- Hakkar Bloodwolf - Murdered by the marauders.
Mother- Helena - died, when Asena was 12, to disease.
Sister- Jessa - died at age 10, when Asena was 12, to disease.
Uncle- Ullr - Murdered by the marauders.
Cousin- Rayis - Murdered by the marauders.
They came in the night while everyone was sleeping. They knew it was the end of a celebration. They knew the warriors were vulnerable, making the whole town vulnerable. This nameless group set fire to everything they touched.
Asena woke to screams of women and children. Men yelling inaudibly. Her heart races as she could see the flicker of flames dancing through her window. Suddenly something wrapped around her upper arm and when she turned to see what, she was face to face with her father.
"Asena, you must leave out the back." He pulled her out of bed and grabbed her armor and sword with his other hand. "Go with Rayis. He will take you to the boat." Asena opened her mouth to protest. "I will follow as soon as I know the Jarl is safe. Go!" That's how it always was, the Jarl first. She did as she was told though.
Once out the back door she realized why he was making her run. Already so many of her fellow warriors were slaughtered. The blood was barely distinguishable from the mud of the streets. She quickly donned her armor and attached her sheath to her belt, drawing her sword as she ran towards Rayis' house. He was waiting for her on the steps, sword drawn as well. It didn't suit him, being a scrawny man that much preferred farming to fighting. He didn't say a word as he lead her around the house and down towards the river.
"Where do you think you're going?" A man's voice sounded behind them. Asena turned just in time to parry an attack from a hammer. She staggered back, barely staying up with Rayis' help. "Go." Rayis told her and pushed her behind him. She'd never heard him bark such an order before. The surprise made her mouth hang open to protest, but her throat tightened. Something pulled her towards the water and she turned and ran before she could witness anything else. No one else was at the boat when she arrived, but she pushed off and jumped in, laying down to hide in the bottom as it floated down the river.
Asena lay in the bottom of the boat until she felt she had drifted far enough from town. Only then did she sit up and use the oars to get to the shore. Looking around she knew she wasn't too far from town and well hidden enough to rest.
LATER THAT DAY
Asena had fallen asleep on the bank with the boat tied up next to her. Her dreams were of a beautiful woman telling her that it was going to be alright. That she had special powers to help get through the hard times. When the woman touched her forehead in her dreams, she woke up in extreme pain.
Her hands and her forehead burned. She jolted up and threw her hands into the water. The water sizzled for a few seconds and then the pain was gone. As she drew her hands out of the water, she noticed a crescent moon on each hand. Staring down at the water, once it settled back to normal, she saw a perfect circle branded on her forehead. Putting them together would make the symbol of the triple goddess. She tried to remember what the woman in her dream looked like, but instead remembered what had happened at her village.
Abandoning the row boat, she climbed up the bank of the river to the man made dirt road. It was a back road that would take her to town. She ran as fast as she possibly could with her armor on. Maybe it was all a bad dream. Maybe she had just fallen asleep on the river after training or something. The village couldn't be gone. Her father couldn't be gone. Nor her cousin, Rayis.
But her nose couldn't deceive her. She could smell the aftermath of the burning houses and bodies before she saw it. Almost nothing and no one survived. There were very few women and men either crying or trying to clean up as best as they could. Running through the town, there was no sign of any of her family.
"Asena." The voice belonged to the town Seidr, the magic woman, shaman, speaker to the gods, however you wanted to call her. She was old, hunched over and walked with a staff almost twice her size. "Your family is gone, child. You have a purpose to live on." Asena blinked and she was gone.
Name: Asena Bloodwolf
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Occupation: Shield maiden
Maritial Status: Single
Family:
Father- Hakkar Bloodwolf - Murdered by the marauders.
Mother- Helena - died, when Asena was 12, to disease.
Sister- Jessa - died at age 10, when Asena was 12, to disease.
Uncle- Ullr - Murdered by the marauders.
Cousin- Rayis - Murdered by the marauders.
They came in the night while everyone was sleeping. They knew it was the end of a celebration. They knew the warriors were vulnerable, making the whole town vulnerable. This nameless group set fire to everything they touched.
Asena woke to screams of women and children. Men yelling inaudibly. Her heart races as she could see the flicker of flames dancing through her window. Suddenly something wrapped around her upper arm and when she turned to see what, she was face to face with her father.
"Asena, you must leave out the back." He pulled her out of bed and grabbed her armor and sword with his other hand. "Go with Rayis. He will take you to the boat." Asena opened her mouth to protest. "I will follow as soon as I know the Jarl is safe. Go!" That's how it always was, the Jarl first. She did as she was told though.
Once out the back door she realized why he was making her run. Already so many of her fellow warriors were slaughtered. The blood was barely distinguishable from the mud of the streets. She quickly donned her armor and attached her sheath to her belt, drawing her sword as she ran towards Rayis' house. He was waiting for her on the steps, sword drawn as well. It didn't suit him, being a scrawny man that much preferred farming to fighting. He didn't say a word as he lead her around the house and down towards the river.
"Where do you think you're going?" A man's voice sounded behind them. Asena turned just in time to parry an attack from a hammer. She staggered back, barely staying up with Rayis' help. "Go." Rayis told her and pushed her behind him. She'd never heard him bark such an order before. The surprise made her mouth hang open to protest, but her throat tightened. Something pulled her towards the water and she turned and ran before she could witness anything else. No one else was at the boat when she arrived, but she pushed off and jumped in, laying down to hide in the bottom as it floated down the river.
Asena lay in the bottom of the boat until she felt she had drifted far enough from town. Only then did she sit up and use the oars to get to the shore. Looking around she knew she wasn't too far from town and well hidden enough to rest.
LATER THAT DAY
Asena had fallen asleep on the bank with the boat tied up next to her. Her dreams were of a beautiful woman telling her that it was going to be alright. That she had special powers to help get through the hard times. When the woman touched her forehead in her dreams, she woke up in extreme pain.
Her hands and her forehead burned. She jolted up and threw her hands into the water. The water sizzled for a few seconds and then the pain was gone. As she drew her hands out of the water, she noticed a crescent moon on each hand. Staring down at the water, once it settled back to normal, she saw a perfect circle branded on her forehead. Putting them together would make the symbol of the triple goddess. She tried to remember what the woman in her dream looked like, but instead remembered what had happened at her village.
Abandoning the row boat, she climbed up the bank of the river to the man made dirt road. It was a back road that would take her to town. She ran as fast as she possibly could with her armor on. Maybe it was all a bad dream. Maybe she had just fallen asleep on the river after training or something. The village couldn't be gone. Her father couldn't be gone. Nor her cousin, Rayis.
But her nose couldn't deceive her. She could smell the aftermath of the burning houses and bodies before she saw it. Almost nothing and no one survived. There were very few women and men either crying or trying to clean up as best as they could. Running through the town, there was no sign of any of her family.
"Asena." The voice belonged to the town Seidr, the magic woman, shaman, speaker to the gods, however you wanted to call her. She was old, hunched over and walked with a staff almost twice her size. "Your family is gone, child. You have a purpose to live on." Asena blinked and she was gone.