| Original Message |
Lady Durken
Posted Jul 11, 2000 11:12 PM
-The large men carried the trophy as they refered to it, along the pass. The harsh wool that covered the massive item was dripping with blood. Durken sat upon her steed watching them, barking orders in a language seldom used by a human. A few of the Ogre's seemed to snort as she waved them away. Moving to the side of the wagon, she watched as they placed the item carefully onto the wagon's bed. Nodding her satisfaction, she moved to the wagon Master, giving him orders, and watched as he took off. Reining in her horse she turned, looking to the valley below. It'd
a long summer already. She luckily had gotten the women and children from the villiage before the battle took place.-
-The wind shifted and blew her cloak behind her, long golden locks torn free from the leather strap she used to
bind it, whipped with the blowing breeze. Her emerald eyes glazed slightly as she relived the scene in her head.-
"It's time, My Lord." -her title spoken by one of her men. She nodded gently, moving to the head of the line,
wounded would be tended to in wagons. The dead had already been buried. She'd taken the task of killing the
monster that plagued her, to keep her mind from other things. Once she was at the front of the line, she turned
in the saddle, and raised her hand. The mighty stallion she sat upon, edge forward as she dropped her hand, the
long line moving behind her and the string of guards, companions and others as she began to lead them back towards
'home'.-
-In the village left behind. The huts, buildings and fields still smoldered from the fires. Though they had been
extinguished long ago, the stench was unmistakable. She'd been gone for months. Tracking the monster. The army came
along the way. As she travled. A knight here, a monster there. All wanting something she apparently could offer
them. Along the north pasture, the body of the anicent blue lay sprawled and headless. The meat would feed the
village through the winter. The scales had been picked, the best ones taken as reward. To use as Armor or whatever
the sick bastards thought would work. Durken herself had beheaded the thing. That was her trophy. Her fight with
this one was over.-
-Days turned to weeks. The army thined. Some died from wounds that wouldn't heal. Others staggered back to thier
pituful lives. The one big fling they'd dreamed of, having made life complete for them. Durken continued. At the
end of the journey, as she lead the wagon horses into the clearing at Valenwoods, it was just her and Darklit. As
it had been for so long. She'd skined the head, working it to the bone. The skull of the ancient blue rested on the
back of the wagon covered in clean cloth. Her pride and joy, till the next item came along.-
"Home again, Home again.." -the imp said as he rested upon his Mistress' shoulder- "jiggity jig.." -she smirked at
him.- "It's not so bad, Darklit. At least.. it is home." -Silence ensued as the pair moved further into the clearing
towards the entrance of the den....- |
|