Laurlie was not at her best this morning. Her unit of wardancers had celebrated thier victory lastnight and she again tried to drink Lanois under the table and lost. She had her short sword and dagger belted on, her long brown skirt and blue blouse as well, she was staggering to the river to clear her head. When she got to the river she knelt down and scooped some up to splash on her face and to drink, then she look into the water, she smiled at what she saw. She looked about 23 in human years, her red hair was long, she had fine features that fit her elven heratige. She stood and stretched she was only about 5ft, maybe a little over, she had a thin lithle body, well muscled from her time in the service but not overly so.
She grinned looking down noticing her blouse had come open, she tied it up again, knowing her smooth, firm breasts often made older women jealouse when she went into a human's town.
She walked along the edge of the river till she found a spot that she could sit and take her boots off, then she looked about as something didn't seem right but it wasn't quite coming to her in the foggieness of her hangover. She raised her skirt a bit to step into the water and looked up quickly suddenly realizing what was wrong, there were no birds today, but there was a low whistling, she grabbed her shortsword as she looked about. Laurlie saw something move just to the side of her and turned her head just as a set of bola's wrapped around her ankles, and put her off balance. She cursed as she fell back into the water the shortsword slipping from her fingers, she watched the treeline waiting for one of the wardancer scouts to come out and laugh at her.
One of the scouts did emerge but he wasn't laughing, he was holding his side, his hand stained crimson and blood on the edge of his lips, he reached for Laurlie and collapsed on the bank. Laurlie blinked stunned, the hangover burning off quickly, she started to search for that sword now, she heard somone else coming to the river, and her legs were still tangled. She wrapped her fingers around the hilt of her sword just as a shadow fell over her, she turned and raised her sword as best as she could.
The man standing over her was tall about 6ft, he wore a steel breast plate blue breeches and a dark red shirt. Chain armor hung from under the breastplate, covering his stomach and upper arms, a blue cape was fastned to the breast plate, silver and gold clasps on his shoulders giving him an air of authority. He looked from the fallen elf to her, his saber in one hand, a bearded axe in the other, both were bloodied. He moved towards her and looked down at her, the grey of his eyes matched that of her sword blade.
They were both distracted by a shout down the river from another man. "Captain the camp has been destroyed we have survivors what do we do with them?"
The Captain thought a moment before calling back to the man Laurlie couldn't see the other man because of the rock she had sat on to take her boots off and it covered her. "Take them to the city , slaves are needed and I will split the pay with the men."
The Captain looked back to Laurlie and quickly slapped her sword to the side, the speed and her hands going numb from the cold water made her drop the sword. He put his axe in it's belt holder and reached down to grab her by the front of her blouse, and laid her onto the beach, then he went back to pick up her sword and admired it as he washed the blood from his weapons.
Laurlie watched the man turn her back and took her dagger from her belt and quickly set to cutting the straps of the bola's, the thick and now wet leather was not easy but it did cut. She cut it loose and was just backing up and trying to get to her feet as the man turned to face her, she turned to run and felt something strike her in the legs and fell again. She looked to see the man had tossed the axe at her legs so that the handle had tripped her, he was quickly upon her back and pulled her hands behind her and tied them with some thick leather straps, tucking her dagger into his belt.
She turned herself over and glared at him as he picked up the remains of his bola's and shook his head. "I had just got that set, looks like I am going to take the price out of your skin."
"Try it you human and I will cut your hands off."
He just chuckled and sat on her legs, using a piece of leather from the bola's to tie her legs together before standing and grabbing the front of her blouse and setting her over his shoulder. She squirmed and yelled insults all the way back thru the woods to the camp, she looked around stunned at the camp. It was ruined, she must have just missed the rush of the attack, he handed her to a scruffy looking man and mounted his horse then he motioned and the man handed her back, she was layed over the front of the saddle and the Captain turned the horse and took Laurlie away from the camp.
Laurlie kept quiet on the ride, trying to memorize where they were going, as well as work the bindings loose that held her wrists and ankles. Soon she heard the sounds of men shouting salutes and the sounds of a camp, the Captain had taken her back to his camp. They reigned in and she was again handed off to another man who grinned at her.
"Ah the raid whent well I see?"
"That it did Davis," The captain said taking Laurlie back over his shoulder and carrying her into the pavillion tent of his.
He dumped Laurlie on the pile of furs set in the center and she looked about, it was a large tent, he had many things she did not recognize right away. He sat on the edge of a cot in the corner and watched her as he took his boots off then his armor, his shirt went next showing a tanned body crossed in scars from countless campains.
"What's your name Girl?"
"None of your buisness Pig."
He stood and shook his head moving to a rack on the wall and took down a ridding crop and moved to her quickly switching it down over her shoulders. She cringed but didn't cry out.
