Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not & Sugarman Hal)
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				Title: <strong>Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 03:46:56</strong>
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				The setting: <br><br>The Hun commander Hal-ilt slept uneasy as dreams of her came flood into the nightmare again. His soothsayer, DoChi, had tried to interpret the bad dream as something to do with the upcoming battle. This woman was very beautiful and very dangerous. His dream had variations to the sequence of events. All of them ended up in his death. He had never seen the woman and her name had not been revealed to him in his dreams. The truth was, he was skeptical she existed at all. But nonetheless, it worried him greatly. <br><br>His father was a clan chef and as such, Hal-ilt, his son is in the command of light horse riding archers, the best in the entire world. His is, as most of his people, short in stature at just 5 foot 2 inch and strong in body and mind. He was raised to be a warrior from age four on. He is obedient to his duty and his blood first. The only significant feature that sets him aside from all the Asia based Huns is his almost sandy brown hair.<br>&nbsp;<br>----------------------=========----------------------<br><br>It had been a three-day siege of the castle with many men lost. For this the holdout fools would pay with their lives. Yes, the Huns were noted for giving no mercy to those who resisted. All men over the age of eight would be killed outright. The children would be sold off to various families as slave-like servants. Of course the women would be used as a reward of victory to the army. <br><br>Hal knew all this as he watched the gates collapse inward. From his position on a low hill the keep was moments from being finally secure. He was glad it was near over as his men needed a good rest.
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 03:59:34</strong>
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				Lady Kella watched as the gates failed. She could have seen the gates straining three-quarters of a candle mark ago. She had seen it, and sent every woman, child and elderly citizen of her keep out, through the Siege passage, with her Squire, and Lady's maid to lead them, to her cousin's castle a three day walk away. She prayed that they got far enough away before the enemy crashed the gate down.<br><br>Chain male, under plate male covered her body, her blond hair braided and hidden in the mail coif below her helmet, and her colours brazen across her surcoat, she stood with the warriors, ready to fight and die in defense of her keep. Blue eyes stared out, from a dirt covoured face, sweat tracking down her cheeks, as she pulled the long sword from it's scabbard, as the gate burst inwards.<br><br>"To Battle!" She cried, as cauldrons of boiling oil were showered down through the murderholes, onto the first advance of the army. Then, archers would begin to fell the back lines, thinning out the opposition, try to give the warriors a chance. The men knew that this was a losing battle. they had stayed with their young Lady out of loyalty. Any who did not dare risk his hide had left with the women.
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 07:50:48</strong>
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				Hal-ilt sat on his horse watching his men charging the east walls and tower. It wasn’t a real effort to take it, which would be foolish. His men were a diversion for the effort at the gate. As he set watching, he thought how he hated castle warfare and how it did not fit his way of fighting. He liked open ground with room to maneuver and to strike at the flanks of the enemy with bows. Castle warfare costs time and men. This siege was already eight days long and had cost nearly two hundred men. <em>“The commander in the castle was well skilled in defending his keep. But he will loose and pay with his life”</em> thought the Hun. <br><br>His men had managed to set fire to the roof of the tower now and were moving back up the hill toward him. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 13:02:27</strong>
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				Kella watched, as flaming arrows of pitch flew above the troops, nestling into the thatch on the keep's roof. "No..." She whispered. She turned back to the battle, remembering that stone didn't burn, only to see the enemy retreating. A frown suffused onto her face, and she stared at the attacking army, frowning.<br><br>"M'lady, Do we follow?" one warrior, Geoffry, her second in command, asked.<br>"No. We need to give them time." She replied softly. Kella was almost certain that their lives were forfeit. She'd told her men that when they had decided to flee. They knew, she knew. But she didn't understand this tactic. <br>"Men, Form a Phalanx!" She shouted, her alto voice pushing form deep in her stomach. Easily they stood, nearly shoulder to shoulder, two men deep, archers in the center. <br><br>Kella was behind Geoffry, since the men flat out refused to allow her the front line. They stood, at the gate. Kella's eyes, through the gap afforded by the two men's head, watched the invading army. "What are you doing?" She muttered to herself.
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 04:14:55</strong>
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				<br>Those at the gate and portcullis had nearer broke through but fled as liquid fire rained down from above. This was a set back so the Hun commander, Buletia ordered a sound to regroup signal. It was getting late in the day and those in the castle weren’t going anywhere this day.&nbsp; <br><br>When Hal-lit heard the ox horn sound he rode away toward his camp gathering his men to get fresh horses for him and men. He knew the battle was finished for the day and he and his men would be called upon to keep those in the castle within it. Rethinking would have to be done by those above him and he know it would cost more lives, it always did. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 04:20:05</strong>
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				Slowly, Kella saw them leaving. She frowned slightly, as the men relaxed slightly. "Sentries, above and on ground, each with a Horn." She commanded. "The rest, look for ways to block off of this gate. Anything will do. I want those cauldrons re-filled, and constantly simmering. Once we're defended well enough, we eat what we can, and rest. Noone is to take off their Armour. pair up, and do not leave each other this night." She yelled. "Sentries will change every three hours." She added.<br><br>She was with Geoffry, quickly, and half the men ran into the keep, to try and salvage anything usable to make a gate capable of holding the Barbarians off long enough to rouse the troops.<br><br>"I want no Barbarian in, and no man out!" She hollered.
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 06:37:01</strong>
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				The sun set with smoke casting an orange streak across the sky as Hal-lit was spreading his men two by two across the hill at the east wall. They would be there for four hours and then replaced by others to rest. The entire castle was surrounded this way and supported by squads of me spaced strategically so anyone would be unable to know how to get by in the dark of night. <br><br>Hal-lit was a good commander with his men, always with them and looking to their needs. His men were also loyal to him and would go further then many if asked. So he stayed mounted moving along his men's line. <br><br>In the woods some distance away scores of men are falling trees. Their work would be producing three siege towers for the next evening. It wasn’t something the Huns took to but this castle was proving a hard nut to smash.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 12:53:22</strong>
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				The night was fitful for all of the men. Exhaustion from the day made them sleep, though the sentries had to problems staying awake. Kella, at her turn to watch, noted the felling of trees, and the late-night construction. A soft smile suffused her face, as she glanced at Geoff. "They will be tired. Their commander gives them no rest." She whispered hopefully.<br><br>Of course, Kella knew that she couldn't become overconfident. That was something she couldn't afford. With a sigh, she cast her eyes around. They were surrounded. Even if the men wanted to escape, wither to flee, or to flank the Barbarians, it was hopeless. They had the exit covered. Unwittingly, of course. All she could hope for was her Cousin to be informed of her plight, and send help.
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 23:50:04</strong>
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				Near the middle of the night when the moon was highest in the ink sky Hal-lit moved his men to camp. Always waiting there were the horse-boys.&nbsp; They saw to pasturing the ponies and seeing to the health care of their charges. These “want a be” warriors always strived to impress their masters by doing their bast. It was always that way. Even Hal-lit was once a simple horse-boy not that many years before. <br><br>He joined the army at age eleven and even then he was a skilled horsemen. He mastered mounted archery by fourteen and by sixteen years old he was fully a Hun warrior. It all was blur now, though as a youth it seemed to drag out forever. However now at twenty-four he had risen himself to a commission of men and if luck smiled on him, he would rise higher still. <br><br>He settled into his bed of fur and soon needed sleep caught up with him. Then she came again, a dream of beauty but something to fear. Each of these dreams was of men slaughtering people in the worst of ways. Fire everywhere, she is running with sword in hand. The way she holds it she is familiar to its purpose. Hal-lit knows she is no hand servant or a lady of court, but a female warrior. Hal-lit is standing in her way as she is coming his way. She seems not to see him but to be running through him, like he is a spirit. As she passes through him, suddenly an arrow strikes her in the back and she falls. He turns to see just her hands reaching and eyes looking so pained and pleading to him. Suddenly his heart feels a pain and darkness drags him down.&nbsp; This dream always ended with Hal-lit springing awake dripping in a sweat panic. <br><br>The morning came with a call for Hal-lit to come for orders. It seemed that someone found the passage into the castle. His orders were simple but dangerous. He was to take a group of his men into the tunnel just as the siege towers were at the wall. His mission was to hit the defense from behind, thereby creating confusion on the walls to give those there the time to sweep over the defenders.<br><br>&nbsp;At midday the towers came out of the forest and were moving foot after foot toward the walls. The pace was slow and would bring them in contact with the walls near sunset. The Huns laid down a massive amount of arrows up into the walls as support to the slow move towers. Then the word came to enter the tunnel. Hal-lit moved quickly into it with forty men. They moved quickly and soon found themselves at a stairway up.&nbsp; A guard is quickly killed by a arrow to his head. Now the were inside the keep itself and they only needed to fallow the sound of fighting to reach the ground level. <br><br>Everything worked perfectly as planned. He and his men hit the inner courtyard moments after the second tower hit the wall. The first one was set afire and became useless. But now forty men were behind the defenders. Things quickly turned from a well planned defense into a breached wall and collapse of organization all around. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>21-06-2008, 05:53:56</strong>
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				The assault began at midday. They were hopelessly outnumbered, to be sure, but Kella knew that there was still a chance... perhaps. Or, there would have been, if the passage had not been breached. <br><br>In the confusion and blood, Kella fought fiercely, parrying, thrusting, taking hits to the armour. Within several minutes, she was battered and exhausted. Dead barbarians littered the blood-muddied ground, and she was soon tripping over arms, legs and torsos. She paid no heed as to whose they were. It mattered naught in this hell. Only that she take down as many of the bastards as possible.<br><br>Alas, Kella knew it was no use. "Men, HOLD!" She yelled, using her loudest voice possible. The remaining men instantly dropped to their knees, holding their swords ready, as they glared defiantly at their enemies. Kella parried a few more blows, but the battle was over. "Where is your commander?" She asked the nearest barbarian. "I would discuss with him the rights of my men and I/"
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 03:20:18</strong>
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				It was Hal-lit who she was brought to. He had his back to her as three of his men brought her into a small room. It had a tapestry that he coveted to have. He was taking it down. As his men announced to him they had the noble who held them all away for nearly a week, he turned to look. He stumbled from the footstool and nearly fell. It was her, the one in his dreams. It was immediately obvious that he was disturbed even a hint of fear. <br><br>“She is the keep’s commanding soldier? Impossible,” he snapped. It was knee-jerk reaction at being confronted by his nightmare dream.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 07:33:17</strong>
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				Kella scowled at the impetuous Barbarian. "I beg your pardon, but that I am." She replied. She had been stripped of her armor, and was left in the thin clothes she donned before any padding. There was no hiding her slim, muscled form with only that. Her blue eyes flashed in defiance, and her long blond braid, dulled by sweat and dirt hung down to her waist. She was shapely, and comely.<br><br>"I wish to negotiate the safety of my men." She replied. "You may do as you'd like to me, as I am the one who opposed you so long, but my men followed orders. Allow them their lives, and I will forfeit mine." She proposed. "I will sign any document stating this fact, else the wrath f countless baronies will fall upon you. 'tis your choice." She continued, meeting the man, only an inch or so taller than her own short stature's eyes. 
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 08:29:52</strong>
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				Hal-lit struggled to understand her leadership. How could a woman be even able to match the war skills of a man? In his world women were mothers of the next generation of Hun warriors, so to see this women claiming herself the leader was preposterous. <br><br>As he listened to her rattle on about be her responsibility over the resistance of the keep and how she should be punished, not her man, he studied his problem. He knew that everyone in the castle would die, that no amount of pleading would change that. Being very superstitious,&nbsp; he also knew that somehow this woman was tied to his life and to protect her was upmost. <br><br>Hal-lit grabbed the woman’s arm and roughly took her aside. He pulled her close and whispered, “you listen… your men will never be spared. Huns never let a man live who was foolish enough to stand against them. All will be killed. But you… will be raped many times. I can stop this…" &nbsp;he paused and sighed, then spoke slowly, “you must not tell anyone you were the leader here today."&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 14:10:56</strong>
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				Kella scowled at his handling of her, but did not pull her arm from his grasp, quite yet. Her eyes narrowed in outrage as he immediately denied that her men would be spared at all. But then they widened, in shock she struggled to turn into outrage as he blatantly stated her future. <br><br>"Why would I not? Some of your men already know." She hissed back. <em>We should have fought to our deaths.</em> She realized. Her fatal mistake had been forgetting that these men had no honor. They would not spare the lives of those surrendered. They would never get a Christian burial. And they would never ransom her back without touching her.<br><br><em>Lord, what have I done?!?</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>24-06-2008, 04:15:04</strong>
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				Of course the young commander had no say over who lives or who dies. That matter belonged to the generals. But they seldom spared a resisting city or castle. It made for good policy to make examples of them to bring others to surrender fearing the same for themselves.&nbsp; <br><br>“My men are loyal to me, woman. Besides none would believe such as you to be a leader of men.” Hal-lit said posturing as a man often does. <br><br>He summand his three men who brought her to him and ordered them to take her to his camp and guard her. “See that no harm comes to this woman but guard her well.” <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>24-06-2008, 16:25:51</strong>
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				Kella glared at the opposing commander, but understood what he said. Not many men in her country believed that she commanded and lead her barony. Indeed, many believed that her brother was still alive, though the dolt had gotten himself killed long ago. Biting her tongue, she waited for his next words. Of course, they were not for her, and not in her language.<br><br>Seized by three men, she began to struggle. "NO! Stop!" She screeched, fighting for all she was worth. But of course, she was no match for the three solid men who were intent on dragging lord knows where.
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 08:49:39</strong>
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				She was escorted back into the tunnel and whisked away from the now in flames castle. Once in camp her arms are tied behind her and legs tied to them, as in hogtied. Hal-lit would continue pillaging the rooms that were still assessable from fire. It wasn’t every day a young Hun warrior had seen so much beautiful thing for the taking. <br><br>By the time he reached his camp he has gathered up several chests of booty, some of witch he will tune over to his men and his above commanders.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 17:10:54</strong>
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				Kella screeched with the indignity as she was roughly tied, fighting the men. "Let go of me you BARBARIANS!" she screamed, struggling as well as her armour would allow. But she was overpowered, and left, laying, immobile and uncomfortable on the ground.<br><br>She stewed in her rage, muttering the entire time, half praying to God that the barbarians would be smote, and half raging in general. "God's Toes this is UNBELIEVABLE!" She screeched more than once.<br><br>A soon as the man stepped into the tent, Kella leveled him with a glare. "I demand you release me at once!" She yelled, using her best commanding voice.
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 05:38:44</strong>
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				Hal had himself a really dilemma. He knew by his feelings this woman was connected to him in some mystical way. For this reason she should be protect, at least in his mind. But he also knew to let her free she would escape or worst yet, taken by those of his own to do her great harm.&nbsp; He needed an agreement of some sort to bind her to him, at least until he figured out the connection. <br><br>“I will untie you if you do not run. I offer also my efforts to free one of your kinsmen if you agree.” <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 05:44:50</strong>
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				Kella froze as he promised the freedom of one of her men should she not run. "Done." She replied simply. All she really wanted right then was to take off her amour and have a bath, but that would be impossible should he not untie her. also, should only one of her men be spared, it would make her feel a bit better. "I will not run. Just untie me."
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 06:02:33</strong>
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				“Tell me the name. I will do my best to purchase his or her life for you. I will bring that person here, if I am successful. In this way it will prove to you my good intentions. But you stayed bound until then.”&nbsp; He laid out his proposition the best he could in her tongue.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 06:08:48</strong>
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				"Geoff." She replied immediately. "You get him free, and I will not run." She reiterated. But dear god, she hurt now. She knew he couldn't trust her. She couldn't trust him. So instead, she forced herself to breathe slowly, close her eyes and think of better things.
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 06:25:52</strong>
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				It was a good three hours that Hal-lit spent to retrieve the man Geoff. Hal had bargained away nearly everything he had gained this very day. So much so that even his men had to take a lesser amount of booty. It was a gamble his men wouldn’t revolt. <br><br>Finally the Hun return with the bound man in tow. Effectively he doubled his problem. Now he had two to contend with, two to trust. <br><br>He finally untied his woman prisoner but did not do the same for Geoff. At least not for the moment. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 06:29:22</strong>
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				"Geoff!" She yelped as she saw the man, and, as soon as she was free, she launched to her feet, before crashing back down in a swoon. "Oohhh..." She groaned, breathing deeply.<br><br>"Milady! What is this!" Geoff asked.<br><br>"I made them let you go, I think..." She replied softly, and all but crawled to her friend. "Will you let him free?" She asked, eyes turning up to the Barbarian commander.
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 06:42:38</strong>
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				“I have no agreement with this man yet. So he is yours to free only if he agrees to go and you agree to stay. He must not attempt to free you within a season. Agreed? ” Hal-lit was thinking on his feet, not knowing if any of it was worth the promise a tongue could wag. 
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 19:49:44</strong>
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				"No!" Geoff immediately yelled, glaring at the man. "Let her free, andi will stay in herplace!"<br>"Geoff, no." She replied, leaning down. "You can get an army together, and train them. You can get revenge, but I cannot. I can't raise an army. Wait a season, i am a womanof my word, then attack them if you think it will be worth it." She whispered.<br><br>"Milady, I do not like it. They will most likely-"<br><br>"I know, but if I can keep the others alive for that long, then it will be worth the sacrifice. Please, give him your word.<br><br>After minutes, Geoff sighed. "You have my word that I will leave, and I will do not attempts for three moons - a season."<br><br>"I will sty, and honour this." Kella agreed, turning to stare at the man.
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 03:13:09</strong>
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				Of course trust wasn’t high between them, barbarian and these people. But Hal-lit needed to try. He feared this woman, not knowing what danger she held over him, he was determined to keep her close to him. <br><br>“Good then, I will release you now and will take this man to a place he can escape. You will stay here. Is good?” he asked to sealed the agreement. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 16:13:17</strong>
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				Kella sighed, with a heavy heart, and nodded. Watching as they left. Looking around briefly, she found, in one of the trunks, one of her late mother's gowns. Removing her armor carefully, she slipped into the dress, and fastened a girdle around her hips, before sitting on the floor to clean her armor in the meantime as best she could.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 20:42:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Hun return to his tent some time later. He was half expecting the girl would have made for the fills, going back on her word. However she was still there. He sighed with relief as he proceeded to set out his bedding. No word was exchanged, as there was a mighty cold distance between them. It was a feeling of hate or superiority that came from her. <br><br>Hal didn’t understand why he felt like she was so important and why he had gone out on a limb for the girl but he had. Did she know her power over him? He surly hoped not. <br><br>Finally he got up and scowled at her. “Let us be clear here. I will not let you be an equal in my tent. You are here, and not out there in the whore’s tent servicing the men because of me. So you must keep my tent clean and fix my meals as a servant would, do you understand? “ <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-07-2008, 16:04:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kella's mouth fell open in outrage. "That was not part of the bargain." She protested. Cook? Clean? She didn't really know how to do either. And-- Act as a servant?!? She was a countess! Not a scullery maid. Nor would she ever be one! "I shall do no such thing!" She replied, angrily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 01:43:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grabbed her wrists and pulled her up to him. “I have no need for a woman that talks back. I will treat you as my servant or you will starve. Understand this, you are here because I saved you. Appreciate it.” He slung her back to the floor and grabbed a bladder of wine. Now he went to his furs and took a swig from it, frowning at the woman. “And I will not let you eat until you be a good little servant.” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 06:13:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kella glared at the barbarian, spitting at his feet. "I will NEVER serve you." She hissed, an ugly look of hate dominating her normally handsome features. "I promised not to escape you for one season. That is ALL I promised you. You promised me protection in return. Not slavery. Do not break your word, or our bargain is null."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 06:38:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grunted back, “I take what is mine. You are mine, the dress you have taken is mine also."<br><br>Of course, he was trying to get her to understand her position without causing her harm. His dreams had him spooked and that was all that stood between him and her coming to a showdown. <br><br>What he hadn’t recognized was how absolutely beautiful she was. She was still a haggard-looking mess from the day’s fighting and tears shade for her friend’s going. It hadn’t occurred to him her charms might be a pleasure he would enjoy. <br><br>Hal-lit turned from her avoiding her angry looks, an out of site out of mind approach to his dilemma. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 06:47:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I belong to no man!" She yelled in response. "This is my MOTHER's dress! Do you want to wear it so badly?" She demanded from where he had thrown her, anger flushing from behind her startling eyes. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 07:13:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That was it he had enough from her. Hal-lit jumped up in one motion and was at the woman. He pulled at the dress to remove it from her. It was now a struggle of wills and strength. His was of strength and would conquer her for the moment but her will of mine was another matter. That wouldn’t be so easy. <br><br>He struggled with her for a number of taxing turbulent minutes. But after several good scratches and a good kick to his left leg, he had her subdued naked under him, not tied but controlled by weight and strength.&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 13:41:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kella was too angry to even think what this may mean. She shrieked, struggling ferociously as he began to undress her, hands curling into claws that raked across his skin, her legs kicking out as hard as she could, connecting her boot solidly at least once, though she didn't know where. However, despite her wildcat struggles, the barbarian won that particular battle, but my no means the war. She lay, pinned and naked, and all but snarled in his face. "Remove yourself." She hissed. "And return the dress. Immediately." Her voice was a deadly calm, as was her body. She lay, spread beneath him, his feet hooked around hers, forcing her legs open slightly, wrists in one of his hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 01:50:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He lay there breathing hard from the struggle the woman put up. She was naked below him now cursing him at his ear. “If I release you, you must not scratch my eyes out. Will you not?” <br><br>He knew she couldn’t be held down for forever. He also knew he didn’t want to bind her as keeping her that way would also keep him from his duties as a leader. They needed to come to some understanding. <br><br>Her body was soft under him. It however moved with its own strength and caused in him&nbsp; a need he didn’t want to admit to, a need to copulate, to take the woman.&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 01:57:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Go to hell." She hissed in reply to his query. Hate flashed in her eyes, as she slowly began to egde her leg inbetween his, feeling something pressing into her hip, she figured where to aim her next kick.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 02:11:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He quickly jumped off her and took the tattered dress with him. He held it over the fire. “If you wish to remain naked for all to see continue your willfulness. I will simply burn what is mine.” <br><br>He looked at her and through she had a stubborn streak to her he saw beauty also. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 20:13:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kella glared at him, but wouldn't risk nudity in a soldiers camp. Her eyes turned down submissively, as she glared at the floor, arms rising to cover her breasts. <em>He will pay for this embarrassment</em> She vowed to herself, clamping her jaw tightly together, hands fisting tightly. "Give me the dress." she said quietly. "I will clean and cook." She added, hating how he had made her agree.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 23:33:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gloated some seeing her give in to her modesty. Though he knew he may have done the same if he were in her position. He handed her the garment and turned away to permit her the privacy to redress. But not without noticing how beautiful she was in her naked state. <br><br>She was indeed a strikingly beautiful woman for a westerner. Her golden hair, even as it hung limp from her struggle, was like a harvest of silk corn. Her skin was pale as porcelain from China and looked to be nearly transparent in the candles of his tent. Hal-lit wanted her but was also afraid of her. She was a magic to him, a woman he didn’t want to cross to far. If he pushed her to far he knew his own future would be jeopardized by fate, so he gave her some peace for the time being.&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 17:10:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She slipped on the torn garment, and glared at the hun's back. She didn't know anything about cleaning or cooking. She didn't know what needed to be done, or how to do it. How did he expect her to work like this? He really was a fool, that was the only explanation. She sat back down on a pillow, and wrapped her arms around her knees, glaring at his feet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 21:12:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hal-lit hadn’t an clue to the breeding of the woman, as he thought all women knew something of keeping a fire and cooking a meal, all Hun women certainly did. <br><br>He sat down on his furs and set his knife to a place near his hand beside him. He looked at the girl and smiled seeing her stubborn ways. She was a to be pitied creature, he thought. One that had lost everything but still thought herself better then he.&nbsp; She was truly a lost soul in his eyes. <br><br>“Tomorrow one of the camp women will instruct you in your duty here, but tonight rest. I will not need you tonight.”&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 21:15:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kella's eyes narrowed as she looked up at his last statement. Would not need her? What possible need would he have for her? "My voice is like that of a crow, I have no stories." She informed him, wondering if he wished her to sooth him to sleep like aminstrel, perhaps.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>12-07-2008, 00:48:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He could see that language would be a problem between them. He had not asked for a story but just informed her that someone would be helping her to learn how to keep a tent functioning probably. He hadn’t the time to do it himself as he would be needed for moping up from this day’s battle. His men would be needed tomorrow as the counsel of leaders would be demanding much of him, he was sure. <br><br>“Then sleep little crow. A good story needs a good nights rest to simmer in, so it can be embellished upon probably,” he laughed as he lay facing her. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-07-2008, 05:50:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shook her head in reply, and curled up on the ground, pulling her knees up in a protective ball, as she glared at the tent's wall. Was he making fun of her? How was she to know he meant cleaning and cooking? It had almost sounded like... No. Even he would not dare, surely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 05:08:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The warrior lay for a time watching the woman with her back to him. He tried to think in her mind, like he was she. He recognized that her life was suddenly uprooted and would be changed forever. So her mistrust and anger was totally understandable. Hal-lit also knew she would need to adjust soon, as the less she fought her new life the easier it would go for her. <br><br>He finally got up and took one of his furs over to her and dropped it next to her, “cover… it will get cold tonight.” <br><br>He then moved bake to his bedding to sleep. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 21:24:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kella turned at his voice, and wordlessly pulled the fur over herself, returning to her stare at the wall. She no longer glared with anger, she was tired, but she simply stared, wondering how the women and children were, if Geoffry had gotten to her cousin's castle yet? She may never have dominion over her keep and lands - her cousin would see her married, but she would be free once rescued... wouldn't she?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 19:48:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The morning was a drizzly affair, very wet and cold. Hal-lit had let the girl sleep two hours past dawn, something he wouldn’t do again. It was always early rise in this military camp. <br><br>He stood over her now with the girl Maytye beside him. She was a Chinese girl around seventeen. Captured two years before on a raid alone the border of China. She belonged to one of Hal’s lieutenants and carried the man’s child, about six mouth along. <br><br>He kicked Kella lightly and growled, “wake up! The day in nearly half gone. Your chores are needing attention.”<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 20:33:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kella moaned, awakening and turning, squinting up at them. Her mouth was dry, and felt full of burlap, and her throat wasn't much better. her side hurt from the kick, and she glared up at the man. however, she didn't reply, and simply struggled to her feet, groaning at the pain of straightening.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 22:51:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pointed to the bowl of food May was holding, a mixture of rice, vegetables and a little meat. It was nicely spiced. “Eat… This is Maytye, she is going to help you learn your duties here. You listen ok? “<br><br>May stood timidly with her eyes down. She peeked a look at the western women and slight grinned as Hal laid out his needs as if a list. <br><br>He finally departed with a finally,” I will be on patrol for several hours do not stray to far from our tent. Maytye is your best protector, understand? “<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>24-07-2008, 03:17:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She glared in response, each question met with a curt nod. She glared at the barbarian';s departing back, before turning to the small, exotic woman. Did she even know her language? She took the food with a soft sound of thanks, deciding that the woman must be a slave as well, and sat down, patting the fur for the pregnant woman to sit, before she looked at the odd sticks afforded for her to eat confusedly. Was this some form of torture? Tossing the sticks to the side, she began to simply eat with her hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>24-07-2008, 07:12:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				May looked shocked as the chopsticks went flying. Then realizing that the western woman was frustrated with the eastern way of eating. She giggled and then picked up the sticks and took the bowl from Kella, not out of anger, but to show. <br><br>“You see? Like this… “she held the bowl to her lips and scooped the mixture with the sticks to her mouth. “you do…” she handed back the bowl and sticks. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>24-07-2008, 07:21:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kella watched, and took the food back, holding them in her fist, and beginning to scoop the mixture into her mouth. She finished quickly, before looking down at the empty bowl, and offering it back. "Thank you." She replied. She sighed, and stood, stretching, and looking at her dirty hands. "Is there somewhere...?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>25-07-2008, 00:18:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				May nodded understanding the need for Kella to clean her hands. She got up and found a large clay container. She held it over Kella’s hand, “water.” She pored it over her hands, smiling. “Wash and dry… “ Now she held out her side apron to let Kella use her own clothing. <br><br>May was a pleasant young woman with happy eyes that showed a even tempered spirit. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>25-07-2008, 05:38:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kella nodded, washing her hands, before drying her hands on her dress. Sighing softly, she looked around, and looked around the tent. What was she to do?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>27-07-2008, 20:44:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				May got up and went to two empty large hide water containers, “first we get drinking water down at river. We will need to take two trips, one for your man one for mine.”<br><br>She said it like it like it was a matter of fact and permanent. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 04:33:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kella frowned, but shook her head. "Why not take one trip?" She asked. "There's two of us, after all. Wait, no... In your condition, perhaps you shouldn't be lifting..." She mused. Really, she knew nothing about pregnancy. She groaned softly, and pushed her hir back, off of her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>29-07-2008, 05:00:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No two bags, each tint. We need four... you know?" she asked, knowing there was a language barrier between them. She the added, "stay close to me. Men can be very bad to girl alone. Our masters can only protect just so little much." <br><br>She took one bag and handed the other over to Kella and headed out. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-07-2008, 06:40:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kella began to protest the woman, but then sighed. If she had hauled water all of this time, what harm could it do? Grabbing her bag, she scurried after the Chinawoman, feeling nude amongst the men in her torn dress and without defense. She could hardly even kick in the accursed garment. If she'd her way, Kella would have been in trousers, at least. Give her room to defend herself and the woman beside her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 02:28:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Many eyes followed the two women as they headed into the forest that flanked the fast moving river. May didn’t look any eye to eye. The slave never did, but there was authority in her step and none dared to bother her. She had a certain status in the camp. <br><br>As they got to the river and set their hides into the water, May smiled at Kella, “you are a lucky girl… Hal-lit is a good catch, make good husband.”&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 08:05:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kella dropped the cloth bucket in surprise at the small woman's comment. "Wh-What?" She demanded, before scrambling after the bucket, which was by now idly drifting down the stream. Upon her return, she torned her shock on the woman. "A good husband?!?" She demanded. "He is my captor!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 09:17:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				May smiled broadly, “yes you are. I also am a… what you say, a captive. I know the anger you have. It will pass.”<br><br>She scooped the bag into the river filling it. “He is very hansom and cares for his men… they love… and respect him. Good catch, yes? “<br><br>She giggled as she started back to camp.&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 16:47:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kella gaped at the woman as she walked away. 'No! NO! Not a good catch at all!" She yelled, catching up. What was this woman thinking? The anger would not pass. She was a captured commander, who was being made to cook and clean for her captor. That was the epitome of humiliation! She shook her head, and followed the woman, biting her tongue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 03:31:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Of course the young Asian girl had no idea how the woman had been so manly minded. In her would, women were for sex, child bearing, and domestic work. She didn’t ever think herself as anything beyond that status. She loved her place in the scheme of things as a valued mate to a strong warrior. <br><br>She blushed as she asked, “Your man is a good strong lover? “<br><br>She expected a solid “yes”, thinking&nbsp; Kella a ripe price no man could avoid taking. She had no idea he hadn’t taken her yet. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 03:49:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kella's jaw dropped open and she stared at the woman. "Are you mad? i wouldn't let that oaf touch me! I would die before that!" She vowed. She followed in silence, dumping her bucket of water, before walking back with the woman, refusing to speak. The woman had to be insane. How could she tolerate her captor using her? As worse than a servant! Had she no dignity?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 04:14:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				May was astonished on two counts. First that the woman she was to take under her wing and train was so disagreeable as to see the man who had taken her into his tent as a oaf. Secondly that Hal-let, a viral man, hadn’t impale the woman with his manhood yet. Something was wrong in her little narrow mind. She loved her man taking her deep and hard, just the thought made he so excited. <br><br>She picked up the bladder and raced after Kella, “he hasn’t taken you? Is he ill?” <br><br>She was in shook. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 05:43:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No! He knows better!" She replied, shaking her head in half confusion, half disbelief. She filled her bladder again, and stalked off, leaving the pregnant woman behind, forgetting the caution not to be caught alone. Kella stalked into the tend Hal-lit occupied, and sloshed the water into his basin, before looking around in disgust. She should have a weapon...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 19:14:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				May came following after, but do to her condition was by the end five minutes behind Kella. She was very fearful of the consequence of Kella going on her own. Hal-let hadn’t formerly announced that Kella was his property or mate. This was an open invitation to folly on Kella’s part. She was open game. <br><br>“Please Kella you must stay with me at all times when not in Hal’s tent. Do you understand?” she pleaded. <br><br>But just as Kella was beginning to respond, the flap of the tent opened. An old man entered. He was slightly bent and held a crooked staff. His hair was long stringy white. His face was of great age. <br><br>My immediately bowed in respect upon his sudden appearance. It was Chu, the soothsayer. <br><br>“Honorable Chu what brings you here?” May said respectfully, still not looking him eye to eye. <br><br>“I have come to see to Hal-let’s dreams,” he said, not looking at May but Kella. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 19:20:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kella spared a glance for the woman and sighed, shaking her head. They were all mad. That was it. "Fi-" She was cut of, as the old man entered the tent. May dropped, but Kella stood proudly, staring defiantly. She frowned at the man staring at her. "He's not here." She spoke boldly, crossing her arms across her chest. She hated how he watched her, like he knew something. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 21:32:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He walked to Kella and asked her to turn around, “I understand young Hal is mesmerized by you. He dream… and does not understand. “<br><br>He then walked to a cushion and set. “come sit… we must sort this out.” <br><br>His demeanor was kind and respectfully. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>15-08-2008, 03:37:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kella didn't budge at his request, and frowned down at the old man, clinging to her anger and courage. What was he talking about? the man seemed entirely mad. Dreams? Dreams were nothing. Kella looked to May, though she doubt that she would get much advice, other than to possibly fornicate with the old man as well as Hal-lit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>15-08-2008, 22:52:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chu sighed as Kella showed her stubborn side to him. It didn’t surprise him that much as he knew she wasn’t of peasant stock, she reeked of class. She was surely not use to anyone telling her what to do. <br><br>He patted the places next to him,&nbsp; “It is a wiser person who bends to change as a sapling to a storm. Come sit, I am an old man that seeks conversation, only. I’m nothing to but up shield from.” <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>16-08-2008, 07:16:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Narrowing her eyes slightly, Kella stiffly perched on the edge of the bed, watching him suspiciously, eyes glancing to May once again. She ignored his words of wisdom for the time being, and waited for him to say something. He did say he wanted conversation, though she didn't even pretend that it could be friendly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>16-08-2008, 21:56:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He knew she was a hard one to convince that he really wanted to see her be safe in this new world. She was only safe in Hal’s care and she was important, it felt it in him. <br><br>He saw it in a vision two years back, but didn’t know who or how it would be accomplished, the new king of the Huns. It was time for a change, too much war, to much bad deeds done. When Hal came to him it with his dreams, it began to make sense to him. But she needed to understand her power and use it wisely and at the correct time. <br><br>“You are a brave young lady, I know this. Hal does no understand his real prize you are. It is yours to give him the wisdom to see it, your leadership of him, and the others,” he said softly as he looked down at the floor, not to her. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 16:14:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kella frowned slightly, not understanding what the old man was going on about. Her arms crossed protectively about her torso, as she settled in to listen. She couldn't leave, so what else was there for her to do? She frowned again softly. her power? What power? She was a slave. She sighed softly, face softening. Maybe he was just trying to make her feel more comfortable. Maybe he was told to make her feel like that. "I am nothing but a slave for a turn of the seasons." She replied.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 04:16:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“A season? Tell me of this,” he asked. <br><br>The old man hadn’t heard of the deal Hal-lit had made with Kella. He had assumed she was a slave permanently. This was something he felt important and possibly ominous. If Hal had done something the went beyond his station he could be dishonored, and even killed.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 15:35:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"After four seasons, My men will free me." She replied simply. "There was an agreement that there would be no attacks from my men for a turn of the seasons, as long as he allowed my to release one man." She replied simply. She wouldn't explain what he was to do in that time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 08:01:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“And Hal-lit agreed to this?” he asked, with a slight surprise in his voice. <br><br>As far as Chu knew Hal had no authority to do such a thing to negotiate anything with the Hun’s enemy. It could cause Hal a good deal of problems. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 18:20:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kella nodded suspiciously, eyes narrowing at him. "Why are you here?" She demanded. "What do you want? She asked, confused by his response. Her fingers clutched the blanket beneath her in frustration, as she stared at the old man. "I have work to do." She added, clearly hinting that he was wasting her time, and that he was not welcome.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 03:34:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chu looked seriously into her eyes, “no one can know of this, understand? It would be a critical mistake for him and you.” <br><br>He believed deeply in Hal’s destiny and she being the key. Just how it would&nbsp; play out he did not know. <br><br>“I will leave now, but be wise and do what Hal and May tells you. I will talk to you again.” <br><br>“May you speak nothing of this or I will curse you with a dead child.” Of course May was highly fearful of his magical powers.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 03:43:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She frowned, but gave him a curt nod. She wasn't completely daft, after all. Once the man was gone, Kella heaved a sigh, and shook her head slowly. How could she survive four entire seasons in a place like this? Likely she would lose her sanity. She looked up to May, and asked "Now what do we do?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams And Power (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Sugarman Hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 22:23:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				May’s were larger wide at Chu. He was a formidable man in her mind. But the western women thought lightly of him. This, of course, amazed May and gave her a new insight into Kella’s character, she was indeed a brave or a crazy woman. She just hadn’t figured out which yet. <br><br>“We mend the tent or go for wood. Then we fix the evening meal. “<br><br>
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