Some of them took to dancing a bit of a jig around the fire. They swung their shoulders, hips, and kicked their legs as they did so. The others banged together to a rhythm whatever they could find. Pots, weapons, helms, wood, the wheels of a cart. It was a merry evening for them. In the distance birds tweeted while no bugs were heard due to the weather. It was chilly, the fire looked to be as warming as can be.
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Kenna swallowed and crawled forward till the warmth could just be felt.
Then, in a moment of sporadic need Kenna slid out of the shadows.
"Um, excuse me fellow travelers. Could you spare a hungry wanderer a morsel/"
The small being put on her most honestly hungry face and prayed she didn't get trampled on.
A possibility when you were pint sized.
"Life before death,
Strength before weakness,
Journey before destination."
-The First Ideal
When she came out of the shadows they all paused for a moment. A huge warrior covered in bear furs stood up and approached Kenna. She sized her up, looked her up and down then gave her a slap on the shoulder while bending over. "Spare a morsel? Ha! We have hunted well tonight! Come join in!" Everyone returned to their festivities, their dance, their music and soon enough they were chanting in low booming voices. The bear-woman had a question for Kenna. "What brings you so far into Barbarian lands little one?"
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Kenna looked down as the question was asked.
"In truth I am unsure, I felt compelled by the spirits, I saw one pointing north one day and I just had to follow. But not much else really brings me here, not now at least."
Kenna took a bite of her meal and swallowed.
"What about you and your band? You are rather far south are you not?"
"Life before death,
Strength before weakness,
Journey before destination."
-The First Ideal
"The spirits you say? Now that's rare, a child gift from the spirits. Well if you are of the Fylgja then we are blessed to have you with us. As for how South we are, only for the time being. We are heading North to join with brothers, sisters, and others. We'll be joining in a gambit. As all Barbarians must, so we may once again live as ourselves. Free."
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"Fylgja Oh no I am not of the spirits, at least, I think I'm not."
Kenna's ears perked at this woman's words, Freedom, it was true her home was under oppression when she woke up from death, at least she thought it was death. But to be gathering force now?
"Well if such is true, I would like to hear more of this, my home was much farther north once, but I was a different person then, prouder, wilder, much less wise now that I look back."
"Life before death,
Strength before weakness,
Journey before destination."
-The First Ideal
"That is how we all are in our youth aye. Though not all of us mature." Kenna heard a cheery laugh from her. Both her fists rested on her hips. "Iskar the One-Eye, brave as they come, has called all Barbarians to gather at Barbardun for a pitched battle. We don't know truly how many are coming, but we have to believe there is hope. Iskar the hero that he is could draw all of our kind."
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"I see, then perhaps I am this far north because I need to be. Else I've no reason at all."
Kenna let a small grin slip.
"Iskar, was most certainly heroic, last I remember of him at the least. Perhaps the time really has come for the tables to turn on the Empire."
"Life before death,
Strength before weakness,
Journey before destination."
-The First Ideal
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