06-04-2009, 03:31 PM
Grace was held out to the Frankish king like a living prize and the man took her hungrily from Hunter's arms. He wanted Grace as well, he wanted to taste her flesh and sample her screams. Grace would not die that day, he would take her to his war tent and for a minimum of three days he would toy with her until he grew bored. then he would pass her to the men of his army and allow them to fuck her until she died. That was her fate.
Grace looked frightened and small in the mans arms, curled up and crying silently as Hunter stepped back. "Ah the fair Grace. What a prize." He said proudly hugging her to his chest. "It is a shame she will not last. Cut him loose!" Two men then dragged Alexander forward and cut the bindings off his arms. He dropped to the ground like a sack of potatos and would stay there if Hunter did not help him up.
The Frankish King smiled. "Now, a short reprieve. I wish to savor my-" the king was cut off as an acid arrow blasted into his armor and knocked him and Grace off the mans horse. Suddenly a rain of arrows fell upon them all as the Saxons fired from their walls,. though the arrows that struck Hunter bounced harmlessly away as they did with Alexander, both of them shielded by an invisible magic. Grace to, was spared the biting of the steel arrow heads.
"Like we Saxon would honor any deal made with such lowly creatures!" Came a declaration from above. Mickal hovered over them, his power amplified by several nights with his captive fairy. The poor creature was nearly dead now but at least she had given him enough power to do this. Casting again, Acid arrows joined those of steel and wood and the army before the fell into disarray. "The Queen..." Alexander Gasped as he was helped up by Hunter (assuming). "Save...Grace..." He groaned as he suddenly twisted around, knocking Hunter out of the way of a lance that nearly drove through them both. Alexander quickly grabbed the shaft, disarmed the rider and began to fight using the last of his strength.
"Save...Save her!" He yelled as he impaled the Frankish King on the lance with such hate it seemed his eyes may shoot fire from their sockets.
Grace looked frightened and small in the mans arms, curled up and crying silently as Hunter stepped back. "Ah the fair Grace. What a prize." He said proudly hugging her to his chest. "It is a shame she will not last. Cut him loose!" Two men then dragged Alexander forward and cut the bindings off his arms. He dropped to the ground like a sack of potatos and would stay there if Hunter did not help him up.
The Frankish King smiled. "Now, a short reprieve. I wish to savor my-" the king was cut off as an acid arrow blasted into his armor and knocked him and Grace off the mans horse. Suddenly a rain of arrows fell upon them all as the Saxons fired from their walls,. though the arrows that struck Hunter bounced harmlessly away as they did with Alexander, both of them shielded by an invisible magic. Grace to, was spared the biting of the steel arrow heads.
"Like we Saxon would honor any deal made with such lowly creatures!" Came a declaration from above. Mickal hovered over them, his power amplified by several nights with his captive fairy. The poor creature was nearly dead now but at least she had given him enough power to do this. Casting again, Acid arrows joined those of steel and wood and the army before the fell into disarray. "The Queen..." Alexander Gasped as he was helped up by Hunter (assuming). "Save...Grace..." He groaned as he suddenly twisted around, knocking Hunter out of the way of a lance that nearly drove through them both. Alexander quickly grabbed the shaft, disarmed the rider and began to fight using the last of his strength.
"Save...Save her!" He yelled as he impaled the Frankish King on the lance with such hate it seemed his eyes may shoot fire from their sockets.
