Post by Khamat on Jan 19, 2015 12:45:29 GMT -5
(Note: For reference Khamat and the Flametongues are currently in duchy number 11, camped near the edge of Mallon forest)
Khamat sat alone on a fallen tree a hundred metres or so from the rest of the clan, they had been forced to move again. It seems that the humans didn't like the fact they'd had a camp of Skaldi on their doorstep so had chased them out, attempting to catch several of their number for their slavery. Luckily this time they caught none, watchers having caught sight of the humans well before they arrived and the camp being cleared with the lightning speed that the Flametongues were used to.
Never did they stay in one place for two long, and to this end they had perfected the art of making and breaking camp with great speed, all had a job and all knew what it was, it went like clockwork.
This time it seemed they had been forced even further North, to the edge of a large forest, Khamat sat alone on the edge of this forest, looking out at the bustle of Skaldi going about their business, how he wished he could provide them properly instead of having to live this lifestyle. But they were not strong enough, they were still weak from the foolishness of Savrak, he would need time and somewhere safe where he could settle down before they would be strong enough to do as he wished. Currently they were reduced only to making occasional raids into human settlements, striking and grabbing anything in easy reach before vanishing like spectres. That wouldn't be enough forever though, they deserved to be something more than raiders who hid in the night and fled at the first site of a response, they deserved to be free Skaldi who could exercise that freedom without being crushed by humans.
The glimmer of several fires could now be seen coming from the camp, presumably the fires for an evening meal, the fires produced little smoke as all the wood had been dried for several days so far, but still they were kept small so as not to attract to much attention. His watchers had reported that just twenty leagues away there was a human village, nothing particularly large or bothersome but it was a place to watch out for anyway. Enough Skaldi had been diverted as could be spared to watch the approach from the village, but everyone was on edge as they'd have to be up and gone before any arrived. Whilst in a village there was not likely to be many true warriors, Khamat could not bear to lose any Skaldi for no more reason than he fancied a fight.
The sky was a crimson red as the sun set, blood was to be spilt that next day if the omens were right, and they usually were. Khamat dropped down from his log and descended into the camp, traipsing through the men and women, his large frame being of no concern to them as he offered each a word of praise or even simply exchanged simple greetings or wished them well on a hunt or a piece of craft.
Several minutes later he reached his own shelter, a tent exactly the same as any other's, except he had someone waiting for him. Tocgar stood by Khamat's tent, probably awaiting his return. Khamat sighed before he strode up to the overly-ambitious Skaldi, gesturing heavy as he spoke in a rather clipped tone, "You don't have to wait up for me, go and find somewhere you're useful"
The young Skaldi frowned for several seconds before hanging his head in submission and emitting a low hiss of confirmation before scurrying off to get to work as he had been told.
Khamat peeled apart the two flaps of leather that served as the entrance to his tent, it was fairly basic, holding only a rock that had presumably been put in there to serve as a table, as well as a giant mat sprawled out on the floor that served as their sleeping areas.
Khamat sat alone on a fallen tree a hundred metres or so from the rest of the clan, they had been forced to move again. It seems that the humans didn't like the fact they'd had a camp of Skaldi on their doorstep so had chased them out, attempting to catch several of their number for their slavery. Luckily this time they caught none, watchers having caught sight of the humans well before they arrived and the camp being cleared with the lightning speed that the Flametongues were used to.
Never did they stay in one place for two long, and to this end they had perfected the art of making and breaking camp with great speed, all had a job and all knew what it was, it went like clockwork.
This time it seemed they had been forced even further North, to the edge of a large forest, Khamat sat alone on the edge of this forest, looking out at the bustle of Skaldi going about their business, how he wished he could provide them properly instead of having to live this lifestyle. But they were not strong enough, they were still weak from the foolishness of Savrak, he would need time and somewhere safe where he could settle down before they would be strong enough to do as he wished. Currently they were reduced only to making occasional raids into human settlements, striking and grabbing anything in easy reach before vanishing like spectres. That wouldn't be enough forever though, they deserved to be something more than raiders who hid in the night and fled at the first site of a response, they deserved to be free Skaldi who could exercise that freedom without being crushed by humans.
The glimmer of several fires could now be seen coming from the camp, presumably the fires for an evening meal, the fires produced little smoke as all the wood had been dried for several days so far, but still they were kept small so as not to attract to much attention. His watchers had reported that just twenty leagues away there was a human village, nothing particularly large or bothersome but it was a place to watch out for anyway. Enough Skaldi had been diverted as could be spared to watch the approach from the village, but everyone was on edge as they'd have to be up and gone before any arrived. Whilst in a village there was not likely to be many true warriors, Khamat could not bear to lose any Skaldi for no more reason than he fancied a fight.
The sky was a crimson red as the sun set, blood was to be spilt that next day if the omens were right, and they usually were. Khamat dropped down from his log and descended into the camp, traipsing through the men and women, his large frame being of no concern to them as he offered each a word of praise or even simply exchanged simple greetings or wished them well on a hunt or a piece of craft.
Several minutes later he reached his own shelter, a tent exactly the same as any other's, except he had someone waiting for him. Tocgar stood by Khamat's tent, probably awaiting his return. Khamat sighed before he strode up to the overly-ambitious Skaldi, gesturing heavy as he spoke in a rather clipped tone, "You don't have to wait up for me, go and find somewhere you're useful"
The young Skaldi frowned for several seconds before hanging his head in submission and emitting a low hiss of confirmation before scurrying off to get to work as he had been told.
Khamat peeled apart the two flaps of leather that served as the entrance to his tent, it was fairly basic, holding only a rock that had presumably been put in there to serve as a table, as well as a giant mat sprawled out on the floor that served as their sleeping areas.