Post by Larke on Jan 24, 2006 19:12:26 GMT -5
Introduction:
A single man, clad in furs that obscured every part of him from view. Pushed his way through the blanket of white snow that fell from the heavens lazily yet unforgivingly, the man continued on regardless. As though a more urgent task then finding shelter drove him to forge through the banks of snow that reached his thighs.
Although the snowfall was slow the sheer quantity of flakes left visibility to a few meters, a wall of white surrounded him as he continued on in a direct path. He would stop every so often and shift his fur-laden head to one side, relying on his hearing to warn him of a foe. His right hand, encased in a chain and leather glove never loosened its grip on the hilt of his hand and a half sword. He held the weapon out in front of him, as though its presence would ward away any malcontents.
The wind howled all around the lone man, as he remained stationary within the snowfall, it sounded as though a great wind was approaching from every direction. But the snowflakes betrayed the noise as they continued to fall listlessly to earth, free of any wind grasping hold of them and bearing them away. The swordsman began rotating in a slow circle as he pushed the snow that had gathered around his legs away, clearing a small patch of earth for him to move on. A dull grey sallet helm and visor appeared beneath the furs as the warrior pulled them from his head, the lower part of the warriors face was guarded by a Bevor.
The howling grew closer to the warrior; he listened intently as it howled again. It sounded as though it swept in from behind him. The warrior spun in a tight circle raising his blade above his head with two hands, the cleared area around his feet saved him time. And his life.
A man, if one could call the creature charging the warrior that. Was clad in nothing more then a necklace of fingers, his skin had turned a light blue from the unforgiving weather. If it affected him it did not show however as he bounded through the snow, a sharpened hipbone served as a crude axe for the creature.
The warrior’s blade came slashing down, smashing the axe for the crazed mans hand. The shock of the weapons meeting sent the attacker stumbling forwards, the warrior wasted no time and slashed the edge of his sword along the naked man’s chest in a single vicious upwards sweep. The splash of blood on the snow begun to melt, creating small puddles of red on the white surface.
Standing over his wounded adversary the warrior placed a leather bound foot on the centre of the snarling maniac’s chest, he aimed the tip of his hand and a half sword momentarily above the neck. Fingernails clawed at the leather leg armour leaving scratch marks on its dark tan surface. The blade sliced cleanly into the throat, blood gurgled at the lips of the dying man as he drowned in his own blood. Without a second thought the warrior twisted the blade opening the wound further before yanking it free.
He ignored the gurgling sound of the dying man and the soft hiss as he blood spilled onto the cold surroundings, he resumed his high guard and listened for the sounds of the other savage cannibalistic creatures sure to be around. No sooner had the blood begun to cool from the snow did two more frenzied men appear from the snowfall. Both used similar bone weapons of the first savage, however the latest ones wore deer hides around themselves.
The pair snarled as they pushed forwards through the snow, the warrior went to move his foot form the chest of the dead savage. Finding the sharp fingernails of the dead man had dug themselves into the leather of his Sabaton and greaves, the warrior yanked as he tried to set his foot free to no avail. The two savages exchanged confused glances, unsure if it was a trick or their foe was caught. Another failed attempt at freedom saw the two cannibalistic creatures lunging forwards through the snow. Vicious snarls erupted from mouths of rotted teeth and bleeding gums.
Seeing them rapidly closing on him, the warrior slashed his blade down severing the hand clamped to his leg at the wrist. Bringing it back upwards he hacked the first savage, its momentum prevented it from stopping before the blade. The warriors weapon hacked into the raised arm of the savage, shattering the bone and continuing through. The cannibal stopped and tried to use his remaining hand to stop the spray of arterial blood from the stump of his arm. The warrior however was off balance as the second cannibal knocked his companion to the ground, his bone axe swung in from the side collecting the side of the warrior with a metallic thud before tearing away the furs of the warrior. The cannibal continued through crashing into the warrior and knocking his sword from his hands.
The warrior found himself beneath the slavering savage as it clawed at his visor, it snarled as the warrior gripped its neck with one gloved hand and punched its nose with his other. The heavy chain mail crumpled the nose with a sickening crunch, the cannibal shrieked as it released its grip on his visor lifting it open unintentionally. Revealing the intensely focused eyes of the warrior beneath thick eyebrows.
The warrior reached into the furs and pulled a thin five-inch dagger from its scabbard, as the savage went to lunge down at his exposed face the warrior brought his blade up slamming it into the open mouth of the man. It punctured through the roof of his mouth and into his brain, the eyes of the warrior locked with those of the dying for a moment before it slumped to the side. The dagger still lodged in its mouth.
Lifting himself up off the cold snow the warrior pushed his visor closed. There was a snarling from behind him, turning around the warrior realised the one armed cannibal was crouched low. Blood still pumped from its wound at an astounding rate, melting the snow around them and creating a blood of blood up to the warrior’s ankles. The skin of the cannibal was a pale white, but he rushed forwards all the same.
The warrior ducked under the weak punch it threw, appearing in front of it he gripped one hand around its throat as the other repeatedly smashed into its face. The heavy blows tore open its nose as the chain mail gloves crashed against it five times in a row, the arm of the savage beat against his side uselessly trying to defend itself. Letting the creature sink to the ground the Warrior retrieved his sword and dagger from their resting places.
He stood above the savage as it thrashed in its own blood and melted snow, the warrior was about to end its life when he heard the howling of more cannibals approaching from the way he had come. Leaving the creature as it tried vainly to grab hold of him, he pushed his way through the snow hurriedly continuing the way he was originally heading.
The warrior had made less then a minute headway into the downfall when he could hear the triumphant howls of the cannibals, they had no doubt found their brethren and set upon him. The three bodies would be more then enough to distract the pursuers for another hour, by which time he would have escaped the ruins of ancient London.
***
Ana, a thin young woman of twenty years pushed her wispy black hair back into the brown cap she wore before tightening the straps that kept the thick deer skins around her thin frame. The snow within the interior of Agnes had already been cleared by those assigned for the day; Agnes was a small township of one hundred people. In the centre of the town was Harold Agnes’ hall, where most of the men would gather in the evening and drink the hardships of the day away. Surrounding the hall was the homes for the rest of Agnes population, run down mud brick houses for the most part.
A Palisade formed a circle around the township, leaving only one major entrance facing away from the great ruins of London to the south. In the west corner of the town were the three large tents that grew the only food for Agnes, Ana wasn’t sure how it worked but it required a loud and noisy contraption of steel. The noisy ‘machine’ powered miniature suns along the ceilings that allowed the plants to grow and the food to be produced.
Continuing along the muddy path Ana pushed her chin into her chest and folder her arms across her chest. Her actions were an instant give-away for the two burly men that walked the opposite of her; each was double her body mass in their own rights. One was tall and thin while his companion was short and stocky. Both had thick beards and long hair, symbolising they were both men of Agnes household.
“Hey sweet cheeks, where are you going on such a wonderful day.” The tall one snickered as he placed a firm hand on her shoulder. She tried to shrug it off and continue past him but his bony fingers had clasped on tight to her shoulder.
“Please leave me alone Dion.” She whispered, she felt helpless as the shorter man grabbed her around the waist. His thick arms stopped her from worming her way out of his grip.
“Oh come now Ana, were just going to have a bit of fun.” The short one, Alic laughed from behind her. His putrid breath blew across her face, making the bile rise in her throat. Ana glanced around hastily, the other women had disappeared from the street. Leaving only the soldiers under the two brothers command in viewing sight, some chuckled between each other as Dion grabbed at the cords holding her fur cloak together.
Ana looked past Dion as he fought with the knot tied in the thick cord; the soldiers that were previously laughing had turned away. Not out of revulsion of the act their commanders planned to commit though, further along the street a new figure had appeared. The dark furs shrouded his form, but Ana could see the gleam of a blade in his hand as he stalked forwards quickly.
References!
Sallet Helm -
www.by-the-sword.com/acatalog/images/md-305d.JPG
Bevor -
www.by-the-sword.com/acatalog/images/md804.JPG
Breast Plate and Spaulders -
www.by-the-sword.com/acatalog/images/md714.JPG
Leather Greaves -
www.by-the-sword.com/acatalog/images/armour/leather_armour/legs/2232.jpg
Sabatons -
www.by-the-sword.com/acatalog/images/2220.jpg
Chain Gloves -
www.by-the-sword.com/acatalog/images/cd753x.JPG
Hand and a half sword -
www.by-the-sword.com/acatalog/images/bts-h009.JPG
Steel Shield -
www.by-the-sword.com/acatalog/images/cd222.jpg
Dagger -
www.by-the-sword.com/acatalog/images/ah-4121.jpg
A single man, clad in furs that obscured every part of him from view. Pushed his way through the blanket of white snow that fell from the heavens lazily yet unforgivingly, the man continued on regardless. As though a more urgent task then finding shelter drove him to forge through the banks of snow that reached his thighs.
Although the snowfall was slow the sheer quantity of flakes left visibility to a few meters, a wall of white surrounded him as he continued on in a direct path. He would stop every so often and shift his fur-laden head to one side, relying on his hearing to warn him of a foe. His right hand, encased in a chain and leather glove never loosened its grip on the hilt of his hand and a half sword. He held the weapon out in front of him, as though its presence would ward away any malcontents.
The wind howled all around the lone man, as he remained stationary within the snowfall, it sounded as though a great wind was approaching from every direction. But the snowflakes betrayed the noise as they continued to fall listlessly to earth, free of any wind grasping hold of them and bearing them away. The swordsman began rotating in a slow circle as he pushed the snow that had gathered around his legs away, clearing a small patch of earth for him to move on. A dull grey sallet helm and visor appeared beneath the furs as the warrior pulled them from his head, the lower part of the warriors face was guarded by a Bevor.
The howling grew closer to the warrior; he listened intently as it howled again. It sounded as though it swept in from behind him. The warrior spun in a tight circle raising his blade above his head with two hands, the cleared area around his feet saved him time. And his life.
A man, if one could call the creature charging the warrior that. Was clad in nothing more then a necklace of fingers, his skin had turned a light blue from the unforgiving weather. If it affected him it did not show however as he bounded through the snow, a sharpened hipbone served as a crude axe for the creature.
The warrior’s blade came slashing down, smashing the axe for the crazed mans hand. The shock of the weapons meeting sent the attacker stumbling forwards, the warrior wasted no time and slashed the edge of his sword along the naked man’s chest in a single vicious upwards sweep. The splash of blood on the snow begun to melt, creating small puddles of red on the white surface.
Standing over his wounded adversary the warrior placed a leather bound foot on the centre of the snarling maniac’s chest, he aimed the tip of his hand and a half sword momentarily above the neck. Fingernails clawed at the leather leg armour leaving scratch marks on its dark tan surface. The blade sliced cleanly into the throat, blood gurgled at the lips of the dying man as he drowned in his own blood. Without a second thought the warrior twisted the blade opening the wound further before yanking it free.
He ignored the gurgling sound of the dying man and the soft hiss as he blood spilled onto the cold surroundings, he resumed his high guard and listened for the sounds of the other savage cannibalistic creatures sure to be around. No sooner had the blood begun to cool from the snow did two more frenzied men appear from the snowfall. Both used similar bone weapons of the first savage, however the latest ones wore deer hides around themselves.
The pair snarled as they pushed forwards through the snow, the warrior went to move his foot form the chest of the dead savage. Finding the sharp fingernails of the dead man had dug themselves into the leather of his Sabaton and greaves, the warrior yanked as he tried to set his foot free to no avail. The two savages exchanged confused glances, unsure if it was a trick or their foe was caught. Another failed attempt at freedom saw the two cannibalistic creatures lunging forwards through the snow. Vicious snarls erupted from mouths of rotted teeth and bleeding gums.
Seeing them rapidly closing on him, the warrior slashed his blade down severing the hand clamped to his leg at the wrist. Bringing it back upwards he hacked the first savage, its momentum prevented it from stopping before the blade. The warriors weapon hacked into the raised arm of the savage, shattering the bone and continuing through. The cannibal stopped and tried to use his remaining hand to stop the spray of arterial blood from the stump of his arm. The warrior however was off balance as the second cannibal knocked his companion to the ground, his bone axe swung in from the side collecting the side of the warrior with a metallic thud before tearing away the furs of the warrior. The cannibal continued through crashing into the warrior and knocking his sword from his hands.
The warrior found himself beneath the slavering savage as it clawed at his visor, it snarled as the warrior gripped its neck with one gloved hand and punched its nose with his other. The heavy chain mail crumpled the nose with a sickening crunch, the cannibal shrieked as it released its grip on his visor lifting it open unintentionally. Revealing the intensely focused eyes of the warrior beneath thick eyebrows.
The warrior reached into the furs and pulled a thin five-inch dagger from its scabbard, as the savage went to lunge down at his exposed face the warrior brought his blade up slamming it into the open mouth of the man. It punctured through the roof of his mouth and into his brain, the eyes of the warrior locked with those of the dying for a moment before it slumped to the side. The dagger still lodged in its mouth.
Lifting himself up off the cold snow the warrior pushed his visor closed. There was a snarling from behind him, turning around the warrior realised the one armed cannibal was crouched low. Blood still pumped from its wound at an astounding rate, melting the snow around them and creating a blood of blood up to the warrior’s ankles. The skin of the cannibal was a pale white, but he rushed forwards all the same.
The warrior ducked under the weak punch it threw, appearing in front of it he gripped one hand around its throat as the other repeatedly smashed into its face. The heavy blows tore open its nose as the chain mail gloves crashed against it five times in a row, the arm of the savage beat against his side uselessly trying to defend itself. Letting the creature sink to the ground the Warrior retrieved his sword and dagger from their resting places.
He stood above the savage as it thrashed in its own blood and melted snow, the warrior was about to end its life when he heard the howling of more cannibals approaching from the way he had come. Leaving the creature as it tried vainly to grab hold of him, he pushed his way through the snow hurriedly continuing the way he was originally heading.
The warrior had made less then a minute headway into the downfall when he could hear the triumphant howls of the cannibals, they had no doubt found their brethren and set upon him. The three bodies would be more then enough to distract the pursuers for another hour, by which time he would have escaped the ruins of ancient London.
***
Ana, a thin young woman of twenty years pushed her wispy black hair back into the brown cap she wore before tightening the straps that kept the thick deer skins around her thin frame. The snow within the interior of Agnes had already been cleared by those assigned for the day; Agnes was a small township of one hundred people. In the centre of the town was Harold Agnes’ hall, where most of the men would gather in the evening and drink the hardships of the day away. Surrounding the hall was the homes for the rest of Agnes population, run down mud brick houses for the most part.
A Palisade formed a circle around the township, leaving only one major entrance facing away from the great ruins of London to the south. In the west corner of the town were the three large tents that grew the only food for Agnes, Ana wasn’t sure how it worked but it required a loud and noisy contraption of steel. The noisy ‘machine’ powered miniature suns along the ceilings that allowed the plants to grow and the food to be produced.
Continuing along the muddy path Ana pushed her chin into her chest and folder her arms across her chest. Her actions were an instant give-away for the two burly men that walked the opposite of her; each was double her body mass in their own rights. One was tall and thin while his companion was short and stocky. Both had thick beards and long hair, symbolising they were both men of Agnes household.
“Hey sweet cheeks, where are you going on such a wonderful day.” The tall one snickered as he placed a firm hand on her shoulder. She tried to shrug it off and continue past him but his bony fingers had clasped on tight to her shoulder.
“Please leave me alone Dion.” She whispered, she felt helpless as the shorter man grabbed her around the waist. His thick arms stopped her from worming her way out of his grip.
“Oh come now Ana, were just going to have a bit of fun.” The short one, Alic laughed from behind her. His putrid breath blew across her face, making the bile rise in her throat. Ana glanced around hastily, the other women had disappeared from the street. Leaving only the soldiers under the two brothers command in viewing sight, some chuckled between each other as Dion grabbed at the cords holding her fur cloak together.
Ana looked past Dion as he fought with the knot tied in the thick cord; the soldiers that were previously laughing had turned away. Not out of revulsion of the act their commanders planned to commit though, further along the street a new figure had appeared. The dark furs shrouded his form, but Ana could see the gleam of a blade in his hand as he stalked forwards quickly.
References!
Sallet Helm -
www.by-the-sword.com/acatalog/images/md-305d.JPG
Bevor -
www.by-the-sword.com/acatalog/images/md804.JPG
Breast Plate and Spaulders -
www.by-the-sword.com/acatalog/images/md714.JPG
Leather Greaves -
www.by-the-sword.com/acatalog/images/armour/leather_armour/legs/2232.jpg
Sabatons -
www.by-the-sword.com/acatalog/images/2220.jpg
Chain Gloves -
www.by-the-sword.com/acatalog/images/cd753x.JPG
Hand and a half sword -
www.by-the-sword.com/acatalog/images/bts-h009.JPG
Steel Shield -
www.by-the-sword.com/acatalog/images/cd222.jpg
Dagger -
www.by-the-sword.com/acatalog/images/ah-4121.jpg