Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)
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				Title: <strong>Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 03:25:05</strong>
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				Rurik strode through the settlement in the direction of his father's mead hall, making enough haste to set his cloak of wolf pelts flapping. He had just found out that his father was planning a raid from one of the warriors, and since he had not heard about it directly from the king himself, he was assuming that he was not, at this point, not going.<br><br>Of course, if he had anything to say about it, that would change. He was going on this raid, one way or another, because another few weeks of sitting around here doing nothing was going to drive him mad. Especially since he had been stuck at home for the past few months. He stormed into the hall, effectively stopping conversation even despite the fact that he lacked the broad frame of his father.<br><br>"Rurik," the king said in greeting. His guards watched the king's son warily, knowing some of the signs of an impending "tantrum".<br><br>"You're not taking me on your raid?" Rurik asked, crossing his arms as he stopped before his father. "You cannot expect me to remain here with the women and children again!" he said before the king could respond. The following argument was loud and heated, and ended with Rurik driving one of his knives deep into the thigh of one of his father's guards. The king rested his forehead in his hand.<br><br>"You will replace him on the raid, but do not expect any favors from me again, Rurik," the king sighed. "If you disappoint me, I can keep you here for however much longer I live." He waved his satisfied son away to ready for the upcoming raid.
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				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 12:37:25</strong>
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				((Looks great.&nbsp; ;D ))<br><br>Cecil had helped his father in the store that day, it had been busty business and everything sold out like always. The families craft menship was known all around the little town and there jewelry was of the best kind and Cecil knew that his father place so much care into making all the objects. <strong>"I`m done with the storage now father!"</strong> he yelled to his father that was outside selling some of his wares. <br><br>Cecil was a boy most girls in town saw as pretty, he had the brown curls and the gentle look in his eyes that made most of them melt. But the thing was that Cecil had never had any thought about getting himself a woman anytime soon. It was not even clear if he knew that the girls talked about him either. <br><br>There had been rumors about vikings raiding in the areas close to the town, but nothing had been made clear since no clear words had been said about the matter. But the village was still a little on edge and many villages had actually thought it safer to move into the land away from the sea. Cecil was not sure what he was going to think about the matter. As the day in the store was done the young boy walked down to the sea and watched the waves as they moved. He wondered a little what it was to be out there on the waves, was it fun? Many adventures and other things? Well he was most likely never going to find out about that, he was stuck in this little city all his life. 
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				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 18:34:58</strong>
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				As the ships cut through the waves, Rurik sat near his father since he was supposed to be filling in for the guard he had injured. His sword sat across his knees as he saw to it, making sure it was in good condition. He moved on to the rest of his weapons, then watched the shore in the distance grow closer.<br><br>"Why this village, father? What's so special about it?" he asked, looking at the king. "They don't even have that many animals that would benefit our people."<br><br>"There are rumors," the king replied, looking out over the waves, "of a jewelry craftsman. I want him and his work. I need new slaves for the feasting hall as well." Rurik sighed and rolled his eyes. It didn't seem like there was enough here to make this raid worthwhile.<br><br>The ships landed not long after, and the king gave the order to his warriors to take the younger, healthier villagers alive, and to kill any that resisted. Rurik had to severely repress the urge to run off with one of the groups the men had broken up, and stay with his father as the king made his way through the village.
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				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 19:08:32</strong>
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				Cecil saw the ship as they arrived, his eyes widened as saw them....that was the ships the viking used! The young boy took a deep breath and then he turned around and ran back thought the town towards the house he lived in with his father. He stopped as he saw some men that came running from the sea....he stood still for a few seconds and then he continued to run towards the house. He opened the door to the home and closed it after him. <br><br>"Dad! The vikings are coming" he shouted. He searched around with his eyes....but he did not see anyone. "Dad!!" he ran thought the house in search for his father. It was then that he remembered that the father often walked to the squar in order to sell things there. Cecil quickly to the door and opened it to look out...he stopped as he noticed that someone was standing in the door...someone tall and big. 
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				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 20:04:50</strong>
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				The raid went quickly and very efficiently. The village had been unprepared for the attack, just how they liked it. In the chaos, the king, Rurik, and the other guard made their way easily to the house that they had heard the jeweler lived in. Just as the king reached for the door, it opened. A young man stood there, staring at them.<br><br>"Take him," the king growled, shoving his way through the door and all but tossing the boy out of the way. The other guard caught the boy and dragged him off, while the king and his son ransacked the house, looking for valuables and the jeweler himself. They found plenty of the former, but not the latter, and the king led the way back out of the house and waved his son off.<br><br>Rurik grinned and chased after a few girls around the village, managing to grab one and drag her back to the ships, kicking and screaming. This was why he enjoyed the raids - the chaos, the screams, the rush he got from all this.<br><br>The raid was over quickly, as they were in and out in the space of a mere hour. The warriors were starting to draw back to the ships, taking their spoils and their slaves with them.
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				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 20:16:11</strong>
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				Cecil did not really have much time to react before he was thrown into one of the walls by the force of the viking king. He let out a little gasp as the air was forced out from his lungs from the impact. His focused was really dizzy and then he passed out so he was not awake as they dragged off with him. He was not going to wake up until a while later. <br><br>The village was with less people since some had left before, but yeah they did get there hands on some really nice goods from the jewelry store. Cecil woke up as he was thrown onto the ship...his legs was tied togather and the arms behind his back. He tried to regain his focus but it was really hard as his head hurt from the impact. The vikings seemed to be far to busy with there own things to pay any attention of the little boy that was there. Not many had wanted to be taken as slaves so...well most of them had been killed. 
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				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 21:44:38</strong>
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				Back on the ships and with the cargo loaded, Rurik lay back out of the way on deck and closed his eyes. He listened to the men straining on the oars and smiled to himself, letting his thoughts be guided in an entirely different direction with the grunts as a soundtrack. He hummed contentedly to himself, glad his father was belowdecks and he had time to himself. The creak of the ships lulled him to sleep.<br><br>He woke up several hours later, when the ship was nearing his home. The king was on deck again, so Rurik quickly collected his gear and joined his father as they returned. The slaves were herded off the ships as soon as they reached land.
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				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 21:56:37</strong>
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				Cecil did not sleep much during these hours, he was to afraid to move much and a little now and then he glanced around. During the hours a few of the vikings saw a great pleasure to scare him from time to time. Mostly by giving him glances and grinning in a wicked way. The ropes around his wrists was painfully hard and he did his best to ease the grip from them just a little. <br><br>It worked a little and the blood continued to float into his hands before they died. He was not sure what happened outside since he did not see anything outside, but he could hear the sound of the water...he was on the sea? This was not really how he wanted to do when he said he wanted to go out on the sea. He wanted to cry but that would just make them laugh even more, and maybe hurt him. <br><br>As they arrived some of the man came and forced him out from the ship...they removed the ropes from his legs...but not from the wrists. He was pushed forward and nearly tripped but was able to remain standing. He then looked around to see where he was. It looked like they where getting close to some kind of village as he could see the smoke in the distance. Also he was able to spot some kind of wooden buildings, it was to far away for him to see it clearly. The boy closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. The viking behind him gave the boy a sudden push and he feel forward down on the deck...since the hand was tied he could not use them to make the impact less painful.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 00:19:11</strong>
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				The king ordered the slaves to be herded to the feasting hall and cleaned. Rurik stood by his father's side as the king oversaw the offloading of the treasures and livestock they had gotten from the raided village. Rurik looked over the fatter livestock and selected a number of sheep, recently sheared, for the feast that would be taking place that night.<br><br>"So, father," he said after handing off the sheep to a kitchen girl. "Another successful raid. I am useful in raids, despite what you seem to think."<br><br>"Go feed the dogs," the king snapped. "I don't want to see you until tonight."<br><br>"I'm not the one who killed the jeweler. Perhaps the boy we found in his workshop knows something of the trade to make you happy." Rurik took a detour back to his chambers in his father's hall to remove his helmet and drop off his spear and shield before going to find the pack of hunting dogs and keep himself and them amused until the feast. Absently, he wondered what sort of trouble the captured villagers would cause before and during the feast.<br><br>~~<br><br>Rurik strode into the feasting hall that evening, this time cheerfully. His people had pulled off yet another successful raid, he had been allowed to go along and participate finally, after a few months of having little to entertain himself other than hunting. And there were new slaves to harass and pursue for his own pleasure.<br><br>The feasting hall was, as usual, crowded, noisy, and chaotic. Rurik grinned and grabbed a tankard of mead, wandering around and praising the other warrior's takes in the raid.
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				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 00:32:00</strong>
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				Cecil was roughly taken with the other slaves, then they ordered him to clean himself. It was not really much he could do but as they asked him to. Some of the others had tired to resist and one of them had actually ended up being killed as an example to the others. Cecil had started to lose hope, he did not know what he could do, he did not even know if his father was alive or not? <br><br>He hoped that the man was still alive. But he had a feeling that he had been killed, the boy did not talk against the vikings that ordered him to go out into the hall during the feast and serve mead to the gathered. He had been dressed in a timple gray tunic of the kind used there. He had a simple sting around the waits and no real belt. He had a sad look on his face as he walked around and the vikings took pints from the plate he was holding. A little now and then he was pushed and did his best not to drop anything. 
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				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 23:48:30</strong>
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				Rurik watched the new slaves do their work, noting just how nervous and pathetic they seemed. The slaves who had been there for years were bossing them around, and they were obeying meekly, even the ones that had fought at first. Being scrubbed by hands that were not their own in some cases probably made some more... compliant. He grinned as he wondered how many pairs of hands had wandered.<br><br>He watched the boy discovered in the jeweler's shop move among the warriors, serving ale. He was jostled about, but didn't respond other than to move away from the bumping. He was pretty, and a few of the warriors were eying him. Rurik knew what they were thinking, looking at him. He was beginning to think it himself, if he was honest with himself. He waited for the boy to come closer.<br><br>"You, boy," he said. "Come here."
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				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 23:54:39</strong>
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				Cecil stopped for a moment as he heard the voice when he came closer to Rurik, his eyes slowly glanced towards the viking prince and he stood still as if he had frozen to the floor. Then he nodded slowly and walked closer to the viking. "Yes...sir?" he asked with a rather low voice, he avoided to look the man into the eyes and took a deep breath. He was still holding the ale that had not yet been taken by the hungry brutes. 
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				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 00:16:45</strong>
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				"You were the jeweler's son, were you not?" Rurik asked when the boy approached him. He resisted the urge to touch him, just yet. "We found you in his workshop." He took a mug of the ale to keep his hands busy. His green eyes watched the boy over the rim, waiting for an answer.
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				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 00:21:44</strong>
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				Cecil did not reply right away, he looked at the man and then he sighed and nodded slowly. "Yes sir....I am" he replied with a slow voice. "...were?" he could not help to wonder about it....a sudden fear appeared inside of his chest. He could guess what was about to happen, what the man would say and yet he wished that it would not happen. 
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				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 00:30:05</strong>
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				"Yes, he is dead," Rurik said, more to get the truth out there and see how fast the boy would get over his loss. "One of the buffoons with us killed him. He was more use to my father alive." He shrugged and drained half of his mug in one gulp. "What do you know of your father's craft? And what is your name?" Once he had the boy's name and had finished his ale, he would make his move.
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				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 00:35:17</strong>
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				His father was dead! It was true then...it was as Cecil had feard all the time. The plane with the ales slipped from his hands and landed on the ground. Luckily for him there was no ale left on the plate so it just made a rather loud sound and nothing more. But because of all the talk and shouting already happening no one actually noticed this besides the one that was looking at it when it happened. <br><br>It looked like he did not hear the questions at first and he just seemed to be in a mix of chock and pain. The boy then slowly took a deep breath. "I....know a little" he said slowly. "Father is...was...teaching me the craft" he made another pause as he forced himself not to cry, he could not cry in a place like this. "my name....is Cecil"
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				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 01:19:02</strong>
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				"Well, Cecil, how much do you know of the craft? My father would like to know.x" This could possibly save the boy from some unpleasant experiences, and keep him very close to Rurik for the prince's... pleasures. He just barely kept his mouth from turning up in a leer. This would be very nice. Rurik motioned for one of the other slaves to pick up Cecil's mess and watched the boy, waiting for an answer.
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				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 01:23:38</strong>
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				The boy did say anything and he looked at the slave that came and picked up the things he had dropped. Cecil then took a deep breath and made sure he stayed as stong as he possibly could. "Well some, I...am not the expert my father...was" he began slowly. "But I know how to make jewelry and shape a gem...melt and make rings...other objects" he sighed and took another deep breath. "But I am afraid my things do not turn out as they are suppose to...all the time" he was not sure if he should tell the viking about these things...he did not want to be used by them in order to make jewelry! He would most likely rather die then do something like that. 
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				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 02:11:58</strong>
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				"My father will be pleased, then," Rurik said, taking another sip of his ale. "The raid wasn't a total waste." Rurik was pleased with himself. Not only had he been useful in the raid, but he had saved his father from embarrassment of not having gotten the jeweler. The son might not be as good as the father, but it was better than nothing.<br><br>He stood and took Cecil by the arm, giving him no room to escape. He headed towards his father's throne and shoved Cecil down at his feet. The king looked at the slave with little interest, then back at his son.<br><br>"What is this?" he asked, eyebrow raised in curiosity at his son's actions.<br><br>"This is the jeweler's son, my lord. He says he is not as gifted as his father is, but he can shape jewelry." He smiled smugly. The king eyed the boy with some disbelief.<br><br>"I want him to create something in the morning," the king said, waving his son away. Rurik sighed and pulled Cecil away from the seat with him. That hadn't gone as planned.
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				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 02:17:24</strong>
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				Cecil did not really know what happened as the boy talked, then grabbed him and began to walk away. Cecil did not really resist what the viking did and even if he did he would most likely have failed as it was clear this man was much stronger then what he was. Not that Cecil was weak, he worked with his father almost every day. <br><br>He landed on the floor in front of the king and glanced up at him for a few second. He tried to keep up with what was happening and what he heard made his stomach turn a little. They wanted him to make something? Like...jewelty! He could not do that...no...they could not make him do anything. He was pulled away before he had any time to do anything. He had lost his father and entier life...now they wanted him to make jewelry for them to! He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to remain...focused. 
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				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 00:57:48</strong>
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				Rurik returned to his seat in the hall, brooding over what his father had said. What if the boy was completely useless when it came to jewelry and had been exaggerating his skill in order to seem more useful? Rurik would look like a fool. He glowered at the boy who he had tossed to the floor before he slammed himself into his seat and grabbed another tankard of ale.<br><br>"You better be able to make something," he growled at Cecil. "I can make things very bad for you if you do not make something of decent quality. On the other hand, I can make things better for you if you do create something that pleases my father. Do not make a fool out of me."
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				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 07:35:39</strong>
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				Cecil was for so many times today thrown to the floor and it hurt a little, but he was getting used to it. The boy was breathing slowly and he looked down at the floor for a moment before slowly glancing up to the viking as he talked. He took a deep breath and then he lowered his eyes. <br><br>"You killed my family...and you want me to use my craft to make you jewelry after that?" he said slowly and with a low voice. He did not look up at the man, then he closed his eyes for a few seconds. What could be bader then to kill him? Cecil was not afraid to die anymore...not after what happened and he would not want to live his life as a slave to these brutes. "I do not care if you are....made a fool of...what have I to lose more then I already have?" now he looked up at the other boy, he was not sure saying this was a really good idea..but he said it anyway. 
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				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 17:48:32</strong>
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				"I did not kill your father, nor did my father," Rurik growled. "And neither of us ordered him killed. Some buffoon made the mistake of putting him to the sword." He nudged the boy with his foot. "I would watch what you say around here. You might not last much longer."<br><br>He sat back and brooded, sipping his ale and glaring at the boy at his feet. What was he going to do to get the boy to do his work. What would scare him into doing what he wanted? Or would it be a better idea to figure out what he wanted and use that as leverage? He thought hard about his problem.
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				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 19:01:10</strong>
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				Cecil was silent and he did not say anything, he sat where the viking left him and looked at his own hands. "I will not do it..." he said with a low voice and continued to look at his hands. "You have already taken everything from me...my home..my friends...everything" he made a pause and then he took a deep breath. "The secret of my families craft will not be given to vikings...." he knew this would anger the other boy, but he did not care....his father was dead and nothing was left that would be any important to him. "Let you make a fool out of yourself....you...will not make me make as much as a single ring" 
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				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 17:52:35</strong>
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				Rurik growled at the boy, quietly. He was hoping not to have to use some sort of bribery to get the boy to do what he wanted.<br><br>"What do you want?" he asked the boy. "What can I give you that will make you create something?" He leaned back in his seat. "I do not ask anyone that question. Consider yourself lucky and think carefully."
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				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 19:49:43</strong>
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				Cecil was a little surprised about this question, he never thought a viking would go that far just to get a few jewels? He did not say anything for a while as he was thinking, then he sighed. "What I want is something you would never be able to give me" he said. "I want my life back...." after he said this he waited to see what the viking would reply to the reguest. 
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				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 20:45:48</strong>
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				Rurik's eyes narrowed at the boy's answer. He glared at the captive at his feet, as there was nothing he could do to give him that. He slammed his tankard of ale down on his table and grabbed the boy's arm, hard enough so it would likely bruise. He dragged the boy along behind him out of the hall and towards one of the unlit huts on the edge of the settlement.<br><br>"We'll see what you say in the morning, boy. It gets cold at night around here," he said, shoving Cecil into the hut. He called one of the guards down from the wall and had him stand guard over the hut while he went to his chambers to fume at the boy's lack of cooperation. He had been trying to be nice!
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				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 21:05:19</strong>
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				Cecil did not really resist when he was dragged off, he was not surprised that the vikings would do something like this. His eyes looked at the huts and he heard the words of the boy, then he was pushed inside of the hut and feel down on the hard floor with a little yelp. He placed one hand on the arm Rurik had been holding, it really hurt. <br><br>He did not move from the floor for a while, he felt the tears moving over his cheeks as the emotions was coming. All his life was gone, everything he had ever love was dead. After a while the boy slowly got to his feet and walked over the simple wooden bed that was inside of the hut and sat down on it. He did not know why the man had to be so cruel...he had surely never lost everything like Cecil done, he could never understand...and there was no way Cecil was going to help him. "I promise you father, I will not let them take our craft..." he whispered to himself with a slow voice. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 20:52:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rurik tried to sleep, but his mind just kept whirling with how to get the jeweler's son to make a simple piece of jewelry. If he didn't get him to cooperate, his father would see him as a failure and all other opportunities to go on raids would be taken away from him. It wasn't fair, because it wasn't his fault the jeweler had been killed, and he had been trying to make thing out to be better than they actually were.<br><br>Scowling, he got up and pulled on his trousers and stepped into his boots. He should see if there was anything else he could give the boy that would get his cooperation. He figured that a few hours out in the hut with no real blanket in the cold might make him more cooperative. The viking prince pulled his wolf-skin cloak around his shoulders and wrapped it closely around him. He headed across the settlement and nodded to the guard as he stepped into the hut where the jeweler's son was being kept, and stood in the doorway looking at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 22:03:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil had not been sleeping much that night, it had been cold and the wind had blown into the hut all night...he had done what he could and used the thin blanket as the only protection...by putting it over himself he could make it a little warmer..but that was just a little. He was really cold and hungry, it was not hard to tell that the boy was freezing, his skin was pale and cold and he was shivering a little now and then. He never asked for any of this, he just wanted to get away from everything. <br><br>As Rubrik arrived he could find Cecil sitting on the bed, his back was turned torwards the viking and he was looking out the window in the room. It took him a moment before he noticed the prince and when he did Cecil slowly glanced at him over the shoulder, then he sighed and looke back out the window. "I am sure this makes you happy.." he commented slowly. "I live in warm climat....I will not survive more cold nights" he shook his head slowly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 22:21:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What would make me happy is your cooperation," Rurik replied, looking at the boy. "If you would cooperate, you wouldn't have to deal with the cold anymore." He crossed his arms. "Just make one ring, or pass on your knowledge to one of our smiths, and I will stop demanding this of you. And you won't have to suffer out here. Or tell me something else that you want in return for your services and I will see to it you get this. Other than your life back because I cannot give that to you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 22:40:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil listened to what the viking said, he did not reply right away and just sat where he was. "My craft can only be passed onto someone of my bloodline" he replied calmly and with a serious voice. "None of your people will ever learn that from me" he turned around and faced the prince. "Right now my knowledge is the only thing that is making me worth anything to you, you know this and as soon as you have it I will just be like any other servant forced to do your dirty work...." he glared at the boy and then he sighed and shook his head. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 23:19:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rurik hated to admit it, but he was starting to like Cecil. He was a challenge, and Rurik had always liked challenges. It was far more fun getting what he wanted if there was a challenge involved in getting it. Like Cecil.<br><br>"Perhaps," Rurik said, stepping towards the boy. "I haven't decided yet. Probably not, though. I believe in repaying those who aid me. I could perhaps grant you your freedom, if given enough time." He sat on the end of the bed, keeping a respectable distance between them. In the light from the single torch inside, the boy looked as soft as any woman Rurik had laid with, but Rurik knew he was not. In that lay the appeal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 15:04:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil listened to the viking as he talked, the words was not really anything that the boy could trust much. The words of a viking was never to be taken seriously, or so he had been told anyway. Cecil sighed and closed his eyes, he could hear when Rurik came closer and then felt how he sat down on the bed, the boy opened his eyes and glanced to the viking. <br><br>"Why do I find it hard to belive your words?" he asked slowly and tapped himself on the back of the hand for a few seconds. "If I know I will have my freedom, then I will make something for you....but not before I know your words are not a lie used to trick me into making something." he was serious as he said this and the eyes examined the viking prince to see how he was going to react. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 17:41:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The safest way to gain your freedom now would be to challenge my father to a duel. If you defeat him, you're free to go." <em>And if you kill him, you do me a great favor,</em> Rurik thought to himself. "You could attempt fleeing, but I doubt you'd get far. You're not used to our climate, and you don't know our land. You'd either die of exposure or be caught and killed for your trouble." He shrugged. "I can teach you to fight in return for your cooperation and give you a chance against my father."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 18:30:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil listened and the words was really cruel...these people was crazy...he would have to fight the king in order to become a free person again? That if anything was sick alright! The boy quickly thought over his opptions, he tried to find something that he could use inside of his mind...anything at all that could be useful. He guessed there was not much more he could do, for now. Cecil sighed and then he nodded a little. "Okay..." he said with a low voice and brushed one hand thought his hair. "I...will cooperate...to those termes"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 18:35:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My father is old. His skill with the sword is waning. With my help I'm sure you can best him, given enough time," Rurik said quietly. He stood and offered a hand to the boy. "Come. I'll get you warmed up." <em>And perhaps we'll have a little fun while I'm at it.</em> He was glad that his cloak was hiding his lower half as his body started responding to his dirty thoughts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 18:45:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil gave a little nod and then he hesitated as the prince offered his hand, the boy took a deep breath and slowly reached out and accepted the offer to be helped up. "Okay...." he replied slowly, feeling even more nervous now then before....this was going to be really weird. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 18:52:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rurik pulled the boy up and steadied him as he stumbled slightly. Saying nothing, Rurik left the hut and dismissed the guard, heading back across the settlement towards the feasting hall and attached quarters, the jeweler's son in tow. Opening the door to his chamber, he stepped inside and went instantly to stoke the fire to add more heat to the already cozy room.<br><br>Shedding his cloak and boots and setting them neatly out of the way once the fire was blazing again, Rurik stopped to think. How was he going to get the boy into his bed with him, like he wanted?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 19:01:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil looked around as they walked, he could see the simple buildings the vikings used....he could see some people to but most of them had to be at the feast or something like that. The boy took a deep breath and walked inside of the chamber after the prince, his room was nicer then the others he had seen so far, he could only guess that the father had an even better chamber. <br><br>Cecil was happy to feel the heat from the fire, he walked a little closer to it and took a few seconds to try and make the body a little warmer, it was going rather slow as he had been freezing all night. He wondered what the vikin was having in store to help train him and all that. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 19:12:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Cecil, is it?" Rurik asked, pretty sure that it was the boy's name. "How old are you?" He sat on the edge of his fur-covered bed to face the boy, not bothering to hide the bulge in his trousers. How would the boy react? Would he have to keep his hands to himself from here out, or could he have his way with the boy?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 19:16:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil nodded a little at the question, "Yes...that is my name" he replied slowly and continued to look at the fire for a while longer, then he slowly turned to look at the prince. The next question was a weird one...but Cecil saw no reason why he would not reply to it. "Uhm...that would be...I turned 17 ten nights ago" he replied slowly, his eyes noticed the bulge in the trousers. The boy could not help but look at it for a few seconds and then he took a deep breath and forced the focuse to the boys face.....why...was the prince...like that?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 19:37:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Judging by the boy's eyes on the bulge between his leg, he had never seen a man aroused. Rurik swung his legs up onto his bed and leaned on one elbow. He brushed his blond hair from his face as he watched the boy in front of him.<br><br>"I'm going to assume that you have never laid with another person before," the prince said casually.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 19:39:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				What kind of question was that?! Cecil was surprised and he did not know what he was going to say, he opened the mouth to speak...but closed it after a few seconds as no sound came. The boy placed one hand on his chin and tried to think of something smart to say. "I...uhm guess you assume right then" was what he got out with a slow voice. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 19:47:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hmm... a virgin. And a pretty one. Very appealing. But he wouldn't push too far. Try to seduce, yes. He had shocked the boy, that much was clear by his face and the time taken to come up with a response. He almost grinned at having knocked the boy off his mental balance.<br><br>"Would you be interested?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 19:52:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil was event more surprised by the next thing, interested? He took a deep breath and was not really sure what he would say to something like that. "Uhm...I...have never been thinking about something like that before" he replied slowly and had a thoughtful look on his face. "Intersted...in what exactly?" he asked back. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 19:59:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Interested in what? He couldn't seriously be asking that question. The boy was far more innocent than he would have expected for someone of his age. Perhaps it was their respective lifestyles. Rurik sighed and rolled onto his back.<br><br>"Laying with me," he replied. "Sex. If you refuse, I'll have a bed made up for you in the corner over there and I won't bring it up again." And he meant that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 20:02:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sex with him? Cecil was silent and he was not at all sure what he would say, he knew what sex was and all that, but sex between men was nothing he had ever, okay he had been thinking about it from time to time. But it was...weird and not natural. "laying...with you?...but..I mean...your a man to, and...why would you want to sleep with me?" he did not know what else to say. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 20:17:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I find you attractive," Rurik replied. He shrugged and looked at Cecil again. "If I had not taken interest, someone else would have, and you would not have liked that outcome. Well, you would have liked it far less than you seem to like this one."<br><br>He stretched yet again. "I'm not out to harm you, honestly. I apologize for being rough, but you are a frustrating person."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 20:26:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil did not say anything, he slowly looked at the older boy and bit himself in the lip. He was right that someone would most likely have...done something to him, or would do so sooner or later. He did not know what to do, but he had to do something. "You...find me attractive?" he asked and then his eyes moved to the bulge in the princes pants and back to his face. "So uhm...I guess I am a bit stubborn..." well guess anyone would be after having there lives taken away from them? "How can men even have sex? I mean...I know a boy and girl have it...." he was not sure if it was the right question to ask at a time like this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 20:32:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh dear. Quite the innocent person he had in front of him. How was he going to explain this without scaring the boy off? Rurik chewed on his lip, trying to think of a good way to explain the act of sex between two men.<br><br>"Would you prefer to experience it for yourself or do you really want to hear me explain this?" he asked after a moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 20:39:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil was thinking. "I guess....well showing would be...uhm...the easiest way right?" he said slowly, he was sure that he would regret this...but he was actually starting to become curious...it was something inside of him that wanted to know what the viking talked about. "So...uhm how..do we start?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 16:20:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Undress and come here," Rurik said. He rolled to the side of his bed and stood. Quickly, he worked the lacing on his trousers and pushed them down off his hips. He gave a soft sigh of relief when his erect penis sprang free from the cloth and gave a little shiver as the air in the room seemed to caress it. He stepped out of the garment and tossed it carelessly aside. Settling back down on his bed, he looked at the boy and waited for him to approach.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 16:22:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Undress and come here," Rurik said. He rolled to the side of his bed and stood. Quickly, he worked the lacing on his trousers and pushed them down off his hips. He gave a soft sigh of relief when his erect penis sprang free from the cloth and gave a little shiver as the air in the room seemed to caress it. He stepped out of the garment and tossed it carelessly aside. Settling back down on his bed, he looked at the boy and waited for him to approach.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 16:25:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil took a deep breath, he looked down at his own clothes for a moment and then to Rurik as the prince was taking of his clothes. The boy took another deep breath and then he started by taking of the gray tunic, it was easily moved over his head once he undid the belt. After that he continued and soon pulled down his own trousers and stepped out of them, his cock was not as big as the vikings. <br><br>When he was now undressed the boy sighed and tried to calm his own nervous mind as he slowly walked over to the bed, he stopped as he came to it and looked at the prince...unsure what was going to happen next. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 16:35:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The prince studied the boy for a moment before reaching his hands around him. He gripped Cecil's ass and pulled him closer, right between his legs. One hand stayed on his ass, gently preventing escape, while the other moved around to stroke Cecil's cock.<br><br>"Do you touch yourself?" he asked. The answer was likely yes, judging by the boy's age, but he wanted to hear the answer. Maybe it would even make him less nervous, at least until Rurik started moving closer to what he actually wanted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 09:54:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil was a little....no very nervous as he waited to see what the man was going to do, he followed the vikings movement with his hands and felt them grab his ass and pulled him closer, he was not sure if he would resist or not. But in the end he did not resist what Rurik did and nervously watched the prince as he took the cock in his hand, it made Cecil blush a little as the cock started to grow harder. <br><br>The question made Cecil blush even more and deeper, he made a few attempts to say something. Maybe lie or something in that area. But he was far to nervous to be able to lie. "Well...sometimes I do" he replied slowly and sighed. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 18:04:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Show me, then," Rurik said. The words wee somewhere between a request and a demand, but more a request. For now he took his hands off Cecil. <em>Just forget I'm here for now. Relax a little. I already told you I have no plans of hurting you.</em> He leaned back one elbow to watch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 18:11:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil looked at Rurik at the request, the boy looked at the viking for a while and then the eyes moved down to his own erection. He remembered the times he had touched himself, when no one saw him. Cecil then hesitated for a moment before he reached down and took the hard member in his hand, he slowly began to jerk himself off as the prince watched. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 18:20:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Apparently the boy did not have much experience with touching himself. His movements were clumsy, and it took all of Rurik's willpower not to try to help him. He dug his fingers into the sheets and watched. Maybe he could glean an idea of what Cecil would like and what would make his experience pleasurable.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 18:24:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil continued with what he did, his eyes moved from his own hands to Rurik. It seemed like the viking did not really like what he saw so the boy stopped and bit himself on the lip. "I have not really done things like this....much" he commented slowly and blushed greatly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 18:36:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That is fine," Rurik said. He reached forward and moved Cecil's hand aside, gently stroking up the boy's length. He moved over on the bed and gestured for Cecil to sit or lie near him. "Let me know what you like." He wrapped his hand around Cecil's length and began to stroke.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 18:40:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil was feeling a little better as he was told that it was fine, he was a little surprised that the viking was acting like this, he was different from how he acted before. The boy slowly laid down as Rurik gestured for him to do. Cecil gave a little nod to the comment and then he was silent was Rurik stroked his shaft. It feelt really nice and he let out soft moans with pleasure. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 19:40:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It seemed that Cecil was enjoying himself, judging from his moans. Now that Rurik had Cecil distracted and enjoying himself, he gently rubbed Cecil's firm ass and began to tease the tight pucker between the cheeks. He kept stroking his cock, hoping that this would cause him to relax farther.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 19:50:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil closed his eyes and sighed as he enjoyed what the viking did to him right then, it was feeling good to be jerked of and he could feel the hand going over his firm ass and teased the hole. This sent a shiver thought his entier body and he bit his lip a little. He was actually rather relaxed. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 20:19:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly, carefully, Rurik eased his finger into Cecil's tight hole. He began by moving it in and out until he could start to feel his inner passage relaxing and accepting the finger. Then, he started easing a second in to stretch.<br><br>Rurik hummed softly in pleasure again, liking how Cecil felt around his fingers. He would feel far better around his cock, but that would wait. It wouldn't do to hurt the boy, because then he was sure the boy would not help him. This was going to be a very delicate relationship.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 00:46:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil let out a little gasp as the finger began to slip into his ass, it was a really weird feeling. But since Rurik was so careful it did not start to hurt more then that it stung slightly at the begining. The boy closed his eyes as he laid there on the bed, he moaned softly as the second finger began to enter to stretch his hole out a little. <br><br>He had never thought it would be like this to....be with another man, Cecil closed his eyes for a moment and opened them to slowly look at the viking prince when he did what he did. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 17:08:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rurik smiled to himself as Cecil gasped and moaned because of what he was doing. It had been a while since he had taken a male to bed, but he certainly hadn't lost his touch in pleasing them. He kept humming quietly to himself as he worked on Cecil.<br><br>Cecil opened his eyes to look at him after a moment, and Rurik cocked an eyebrow at him. Just before starting to work a third finger into his ass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 19:13:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil noticed the look on the vikings face, a look that made Cecil blush a little. The boy was not sure why he blushed, it just sort of happened. He then felt that a third finger was being forced into his ass and it forced yet another louder moan from his partly parted lips. The feeling of being invaded thought the ass was extremely weird. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 18:40:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Are you uncomfortable?" Rurik asked as Cecil blushed and moaned loudly. He stilled the fingers in the boy's ass for a moment, still stroking his cock gently. "I can stop if you'd like." He didn't want to, as the hardness pressing against Cecil's thigh indicated, but he would if asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 09:36:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil did not say anything right away and had to focused himself to be able to give a reply. "No it is...uhm not uncomfortable" he said with a low voice and shook his head. "I.....uhm...I like it" he slowly looked at the vikings face and looked a little unsure, not because he did not like it...but because this was very confusing for him. Vikings was not suppose to be like this? They where brutes that did not think about anything buy themselves, why would they do all the things they did if they where not like that?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 04:08:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You like it? I thought you might," Rurik said. There was a note of smugness in his voice, an indication that Rurik still thought himself above the boy, in this situation by means of intelligence and reasoning powers. After the boy had indicated very little experience with touching himself and had seemed not to express any interest in even the more attractive women and girls the vikings had taken as slaves on their raids, he suspected that the boy would be more attracted to his own sex.<br><br>His fingers continued their movement for a while longer, then stilled. Rurik slowly removed them and grabbed Cecil's hip, turning him over onto his stomach in a manner that was not quite gentle, but not rough by any means. He found it easiest on those he was entering (if they happened to be virgin) if he took them in this manner. Plus it gave him a bit more to grab onto if he so desired.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 09:06:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil blinked a few times at the words, he bit his lip for a moment as the eyes was looking at the viking. He was not bad looking for a viking, he did not have that typical brutal looks, and yet he did have some of them going on his body. A guess would be that he did train often, but that was really not all to important at this point. <br><br>He continued to let out soft moans as the three fingers moved inside of his tight ass, he was starting to get used to the invasion and the pain was no longer as problem. Cecil then felt the fingers go still, then leave the ass and the hands took his hip and the next he knew he was lying on his stomach on the bed. The boy tried to look at the viking over his shoulder to see what he was doing. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 00:34:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly, Rurik started pressing his cock against the boy's entrance. He wanted to be in Cecil, now. He met the boy's eyes as he looked at him over his shoulder.<br><br>"Yes?" he asked in curiosity.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 07:28:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil blinked a few times as the viking asked him in that curious way. "Uhm...nothing, I was...just curious what you where doing" he said slowly and blushed a little. He felt as Rurik began to push in his cock inside of the ass, he took a deep breath as a small sting of pain went thought his body. But the erection did enter slowly as the prince pushed it, the ass was tight...but not impossible to enter. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 17:45:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finally, Rurik was fully in the boy's ass. He gave a soft moan of pleasure and stilled. He was going to need to get used to the tightness of Cecil's ass before he started moving. Rurik had taken a number of virgins over the years, but Cecil was by far the tightest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 09:37:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil feelt the pain moving thought his body as the ass was forced open by the vikings hard erection, he let out a low whimpering sound and he closed his eyes and tried to relax. The pain slowly began to go away after a moment of having the cock inside and the young man bit his lips before he glanced to Rurik over the shoulder. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 19:27:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Are you alright?" Rurik asked as Cecil looked over his shoulder at him, biting his lip. The boy was probably in a bit of pain, so he wanted to make sure that he had adjusted before he started moving again. Absently, one hand stroked the boy's hip, trying to calm him a bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 20:24:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil looked at the viking and was feeling really confused, he was not sure what to say and then he slowly looked back down at the bed. "It´s...uhm..okay" he said slowly. "It just hurt a little, but it is starting to go away." he felt the hand stroking his hip slowly, it actually did calm him down a little, but he was still feeling confused. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 21:55:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good," Rurik said. He gripped the boy's hips firmly, but not in a way that would cause any discomfort. Slowly, he pulled out of the boy's ass and slid back in. The pace he set was slow for now. He angled his thrusts slightly to see if he could find the little nub that would cause Cecil great pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 22:02:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil was breathing slightly faster then before as the viking began to move in and out from his ass, it hurt some still..but as Rurik happened to find one special part inside of the ass a wave of pleasure went over him and a moan left his lips and his eyes closed. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 22:12:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Judging from Cecil's pleased moan, Rurik had found the spot. He smiled to himself and alternated shallower strokes into the boy's ass and the deeper ones that would hit that spot again. He moaned himself as he moved, enjoying the feel of the boy's passage around his hard cock as he moved. This was heavenly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 22:34:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil moaned more and more as the viking was fucking him, he sighed and was hugging the blanket of the bed just because he had to do it, the feeling was starting to become amazing. He loved it! The boy gasped a little now and then as the others erection rubbed against the weak spot inside of his little ass, could not help but feel dirty about this...being fucked by another man like a bitch. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 22:42:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rurik grunted a little as he started fucking the boy a little harder. One hand left its place on Cecil's hip and closed around his cock. He stroked in time to his thrusts. He was getting closed but he wanted the boy to come first.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 09:24:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil moaned with every thrust, and as the viking took his cock and began to stroke it to he let out a little moan mixed with a growling yelp, the feeling was amazing and began of the fucking he was close to coming already as it was...he did force himself not to cum right away, he wanted to hold out for as long as he possibly could. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 16:40:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil was certainly responsive, moaning every time Rurik thrust into him. He liked that, since he also had a tendency to get a little loud during sex sometimes. He rested his head on Cecil's shoulder, still fucking him and stroking in time, and let out a moan.<br><br>"Cum.... please...." he whispered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 22:58:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil heard the voice as Rurik whispered inside of his ear, the boy shivered slightly and that actually helped to push him further towards the orgasmm he closed his eyes and began to breath faster as the energy was building up inside of him...a few moments later he could not hold back and the orgasm came with full force. The seed burst out from his hard cock and out on the vikings hand, but also onto the bed itself. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 22:30:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rurik was very aware of how fast Cecil's breath was starting to come from his body. He was also aware of a slight trembling in his body. Moments later, Rurik felt a warm fluid cover his hand, but he ignored it and focused more on thrusting into the pulsing passage that held his cock.<br><br>Several thrusts after, Rurik grabbed Cecil's hips hard enough to bruise and thrust hard into him, spilling his seed inside the boy's ass. He was considerate enough not to fall on Cecil, and rolled the boy so he wasn't lying in his own semen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 09:54:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Of course Cecil got semen on himself as the viking grabbed his hips with the seed covered hand. But he did not seem to mind it and continued to moan, he then let out a yelp as Rurik forced in himself one last time a little harder. He felt something warm fill him and then he sighed deeply. <br><br>It was not a problem for Rurik to move him, the boy did not resist and closed his eyes for a moment. He opened them a few seconds later. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 17:48:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rurik's eyes were closed as he panted quietly. He slowly withdrew from Cecil with a soft moan, then lay there with one arm around the boy's waist, savoring the aftershocks of pleasure that were running through him.<br><br>"Dear gods," he whispered, more to himself. "Very nice...." He knew that he should probably get something to clean them and the bed off with, but it was going to take a moment for his body to catch up to his brain.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 18:18:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil closed his eyes as the viking pulled out his erection from his ass and it left it a few seconds later. He sighed and laid down and just had to take a few deep breathes. "Uhm...yeah it was...nice" he whispered slowly and opened the eyes and glanced to the other boy. "so...is this sex between men?" he asked slowly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 18:30:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes," Rurik said. He got up and found a rag, which he used to clean himself off. He returned to the bed and cleaned Cecil off. "That is how men have sex. Did you enjoy it?" he asked, cleaning up the semen on the bed before tossing the rag off into a corner. The maids would likely find it and put it with the rest of the wash tomorrow. He sat on the edge of the bed and waited for an answer, as much as he wanted to go to sleep. Preferably with Cecil, since the boy was a very nice size to spoon with.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 18:37:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil thought about the question, then he nodded a little. "Yeah...I actually liked it" he explained slowly and actually did smile slightly. Then he sighed and laid down to look up at the ceiling. "I never thought...it would feel like this" he commented after a moment and looked to the viking again. "neither did I think a viking...would...be so different"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 18:48:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It depends on the setting," Rurik explained. "I suppose I'm just so accustomed to acting a certain way while around my people." He said nothing about some of his ulterior motives for being nice to Cecil. And there was also the matter of being extremely frustrated for not having the jeweler under their control, or even alive any longer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 18:56:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil listened as he talked and then he sighed a little. "I guess that is it" he said slowly and gave a short nod. "But this was nice and I like it...uhm...I will make that jewelry for you tomorrow..." he looked at his own hands. "But...my skills is not my fathers.." he added after a moment. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 19:19:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's fine," Rurik said. "We don't have any jewelers here, so anything will please my father. If he is pleased, he'll leave you alone. At the moment, all he wants is a piece for the woman he currently has his eye on. In any case, you should sleep." Rurik lay back down on the bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 19:26:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the viking said the last part Cecil noticed how tired he was and he yawned a little before he sighed and&nbsp; nodded a little. "Yeah...I guess you are right" he said softly and then he smiled a little at Rurik and reached out to stroke the olders cheek for a moment. "maybe..." he said, but he did not say what he meant with this. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 20:29:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Absently, Rurik wrapped an arm around the boy's waist. "Sleep. If you want more, you'll have to wait until tomorrow. I'm tired also," he explained. He smiled a bit when Cecil stroked his cheek and settled down to sleep with the boy in his arm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 20:37:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil nodded a little and sighed as he made himself comfortable next to the viking on the bed. "No I could not do any more right now...I am tried" he whispered and then he yawned a little before he rested his head against the others chest...he could soon hear the sound of Ruriks heart as it was beating and it made him smile. The viking was a living person just like him...he had always thought the vikings was monsters.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 04:11:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Rurik finally woke up the next morning, he was surprised to find that Cecil was sleeping with his head on his chest. He looked... peaceful. And very cute, if Rurik was completely honest with himself. Gently, he brushed a stand of hair off of Cecil's face and watched him sleep for a while. After a while, he sighed and sat up, gently shaking Cecil.<br><br>"Wake up," he said quietly. "It's morning. Let's get you set up to do what you need to do."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 09:47:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil had been sleeping really great that night, it was comfortable and safe, he actually did like it. He was still sleeping when Rurik woke up and did not look like he really wanted to wake up since he was hugging the other one and still had the head on his chest. He let out a soft moaning when the viking brushed the hair away from his face, but he did not wake up. <br><br>The boy yawned a little and slowly began to wake up as Rurik was shaking him, his eyes opened and he took himself a moment before his vision was clear and he looked at the prince. "Morning" he greeted and smiled a little in a tried way. "do O really have to get up?" he was actually very comfortable as he was now, more then he had been in a long time...this did beat the hut a billion times over. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 18:07:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, you do. My father may not be an early riser but I want to make sure you have everything you need so you can make him jewelry," Rurik explained. "That is, if you want him off your back so I can train you without having anyone ask awkward questions." He stood and wrapped a blanket around his waist to call for the servants to bring water for a bath.<br><br>The servants said nothing about Cecil's presence when they brought a large tub for the prince and hot water to fill it. It was well known that Rurik pursued the servants and slaves rather than risk his reputation and possibly his life by going after the daughters of his father's men or going after them. The servants filled the tub and left after collecting the wash.<br><br>"Let's get cleaned up," Rurik suggested, looking at Cecil.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 18:15:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil knew that the words was true and he let out a little moan and slowly began to rubb his own eyes as he looked at Rurik when he stood up from the bed...he stayed in the bed with a blanket over himself when the servants came with the water for the bath. He did blush a little as this was feeling a little weird, to be in a mans bed...like a girl. <br><br>He looked to the viking when he made the suggestion and nodded a little before he slowly slided out of the bed and walked over to the tub with water...he poked the surface and this created some small waves in the hot water. He looked at Rurik again and smiled a little in an unsure way. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 18:46:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you're worried about the servants, they won't say anything. They know better," Rurik assured Cecil, making sure the door was closed. He watched the boy make waves in the water and look at him, unsure. "What's wrong? It's just water. It'll feel good."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 18:58:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil nodded a little before he slowly slipped down into the tub and felt the hot water embrace his naked body and he let out a little moan with pleasure as it really felt nice. He smiled at Rurik. "Yeah you where right" he said lowly. "It feels really nice" he sighed. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 18:48:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rurik waited until Cecil was comfortable in the water before he climbed in opposite him, feet on either side of Cecil's body. He watched the boy for a moment, smiling slightly.<br><br>"You can wash up if you like, or just soak. The choice is yours," he said, reaching for soap and lathering up his upper body. He wasn't planning to take too long, since he wanted to get Cecil everything that he needed. He figured whatever precious metals the boy would need he could easily get his hands on from his own portion of the loot.<br><br>After all, if everything went as planned, he'd eventually be sitting on his father's throne with Cecil's help.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 03:00:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil looked at the viking when he sat down on the other side and the boy nodded a little at the words. Then he examined Rurik as he took the soap and began to wash himself, another weird thing as he did not think that the vikings did use soap. He looked around and took another soap as he began to wash himself by using it, he sighed softly and thought about what he would make. <br><br>Just a ring would be simple and did not have to be all to weird, he could do rings well....also other things of course, but nothing he wanted to share with these people...they where noth worthy to know the secrets. The boy glanced to Rurik, why was this viking so different from the others? 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 03:11:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What's on your mind?" Rurik asked, watching Cecil. He appeared worried or preoccupied about... something. "Having to make something? It'll be fine. Probably just this once and he'll get someone on it trying to figure it out for him. You're probably a bit too stubborn for him, so he'll leave you alone." He continued washing up with a slight smile at the boy, trying to reassure him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 03:15:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My this guy was good with reasong emotions from faces, Cecil had to admitt he was really sharp when it came to things like this. "Nah nothing special really" he replied slowly and looked to the viking. He then listened as Rurik was talking, he was not really sure that the king of the vikings was going to take it like that. <br><br>But for a reason he hoped that the prince was right. "I sure hope I will not mess up with this jewelry....I mean I have never actually done anything to...impress others" he sighed and washed of some soap from his hands before he slowly lowered himself under the water to make the hair wet. He came up a second later and took in a deep breath of air. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 18:22:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You'll do fine," Rurik said with a shrug. He got out of the tub and dried himself off, looking for clothes. He pulled a pair of trousers on and stretched before grabbing a tunic. He went to a chest sitting in a corner and opened it. Cecil probably wasn't going to like this, but he was going to be wearing a form of collar from here out. Mostly so nobody else touched him. The boy was his.<br><br>"When you're ready, we should get going." He straightened up and lay the collar on a table. He closed the chest and locked it again, as there were certain servants he didn't trust not to get sticky fingers, and turned to look Cecil over in the morning light. He smiled slightly and pulled a tunic over his head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 18:37:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil sighed but nodded at the words, he was not so sure...but Rurik might be right and it was just a ring...nothing major. Cecil was going to do find, just fine. The boy looked at the viking when he got up from the bath and dried himself...he had a nice body actually. He could not really see what Rurik was picking out from that chest as he was still in the hot water. <br><br>He nodded a little when the prince talked to him. "Okay, I am done in a moment" he told and quickly finnished the cleaning before he stood up from the bath to...he dried himself off and then he picked up the simple gray tunic and the pants he got as a servant. He pulled up the pants and dressed himself in the tunic. Now he noticed the collar on the table and thought it might be something use for a dog, the vikings did have a few dogs. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 19:56:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Come here," Rurik instructed, standing at the table where the collar sat. Cecil was certainly cute enough to attract unwanted attention, and he was going to avoid that. He picked up the collar in one hand. It was simple, yes, but the other vikings would recognize it as something the prince would prefer on his... "pets", so to speak. It was nicer than the ones he put on his hunting dogs, since he didn't want Cecil to feel like an animal, but of a similar style.<br><br>Speaking of his hunting dogs, he would have to introduce Cecil to them so they could get used to each other. That would have to come after Cecil made his ring for the king, probably as a bit of time for both of them to get over the nerves that were likely to run high today.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 19:59:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil tilted his head a little at the instructions Rurik said and the boy slowly walked over to the viking and looked at him, he was not really sure what the prince had in mind...but it was best to keep with it. He looked as Rurik picked up the collar and the boy blinked a few times a little confused before he understood what it was about. "You...going to collar me?" he asked slowly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 22:24:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're pretty enough to attract some unwanted attention from the men," Rurik said with a shrug. "This will keep their hands away from you." <em>Because you're my lucky charm, if all goes well, and I'm going to hang on to you.</em> "If you prefer to go without it, so be it." The prince himself would prefer the collar, but for now he'd go along with what Cecil wanted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 22:42:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil listened and he actually understood what the viking meant and he sighed and then he nodded. "Okay I understand" he said and slowly walked closer to Rurik to let the man put on the collar around his neck. "Thanks" he added softly. It actually was nice to be called pretty....and this way he hoped none of the other vikings was going to give him problem. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 22:50:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rurik was relieved when Cecil agreed to wear the collar and came over to receive it. It was nice enough that it could be considered jewelry if one were to glance at it quickly, so it wasn't likely to debase Cecil too much. He did make sure that he could easily slide his pinky down between the collar and his neck, so he knew it wasn't too tight.<br><br>"Let's go get you set up to do your work," Rurik said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 22:54:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil nodded a little at the words and then he sighed softly. "Yeah let´s get this over with" he said slowly and bit his lip. "If you can take me to your blacksmith...or smith of any kind, I might be able to find all I need...uhm and of course I need gold"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 23:05:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How much gold? And what color?" Rurik asked. "I can get you that right here. And do you think you'll need any jewels?" Granted, everything he had was already shaped but that didn't mean that Cecil could come up with something new and pleasing to the eye from what Rurik already had in his possession.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 23:33:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil thought about it and then he sighed. "Okay, I do not really know how much gold..just some of it...and maybe...some small rubies if you have them." he told slowly and made another pause. "Those are the things I need....oh and a dimond."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 23:59:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rurik nodded and opened the chest again. He sifted through what jewelry he had in there that he was willing to part with and came up with a diamond bracelet and a necklace set with rubies. He held them out to Cecil to inspect.<br><br>"I hope these will do," he said. "I don't have too many diamonds in my "hoard" that would be of a good size for a ring without making it look gaudy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 09:51:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil looked at what the viking did, he bit his lip a little and sighed as he glanced around the room. He then looked back as Rurik came with the jewelry, the boy took the piece and examined it with his eyes. "Yeah these will do just fine" he replied slowly. "Might have to reshape the diamond slightly..but not much" he blinked a few time and then the eyes looked to Rurik. "You sure you want to ruin this beautiful bracelet?" he asked. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 18:04:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I have no use for it," Rurik said with a shrug. He handed the jewelry to Cecil and locked the chest again. "If it helps you finish what you need to get done, so be it." He grabbed his cloak and wrapped it around both himself and the boy before heading out.<br><br>He headed for the blacksmith's hut to start up the fire and get Cecil going. His father would be along in a while and the prince wanted to get the boy going before that happened. He'd work the bellows for now, until he could grab one of the guards if necessary.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 18:21:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil nodded a little, then he walked with Rurik thought the area towards the blacksmith hut, he quickly looked around as they arrived...looked like the smith had been doing some work before as the hut was still hot. "Okay, this looks good" he began slowly and threw in some more wood into the fire to return the life to it. "Just need to give it more heat." he tried to figure how this one worked and then he made sure he had all the tools needed to make what he had to. "Hmm....did you take any things from the jewelry store? like tools? I could use them now..." he explained slowly and tapped himself on the cheek. "jewelry need more finer tools then weapons."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 19:56:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not sure," Rurik admitted. He shrugged his cloak back over his shoulders. "I'll go check to see if my father has any from the raid. If he's going to try to have someone figure out how to create jewelry, which I think he's likely to do, he'll have them."<br><br>The prince left the hut, but was reluctant to let Cecil out of sight of any of them at this point. He spotted the smith coming towards his hut, and pulled him aside to explain what they were using his forge for. The smith nodded and stepped inside to help Cecil work the bellows and get the fire up to the temperature he would likely need.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 20:03:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil smiled a little, they where not really going to get to create so nice jewelry as him and his father...these vikings just made blades and large weapons, they lacked the knowledge to do smaller things without breaking them. But maybe...there was still a chance that. <br><br>He sighed and returned to work the forge for a moment as he waited for the prince to return. The smith arrived and Cecil did not say much to him other then that they needed more heat if the gold was to melt. It was not going to be much longer before the smithy was ready for creation...just needed the tools and the materials he wanted to use. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 20:16:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rurik was quite surprised to find his father in the feasting hall when he arrived. He stopped in surprised and stared at the King, who looked particularly sour that morning. Likely the result of a hangover. When the king glared at him, Rurik quickly bowed.<br><br>"Father," he said in greeting. "Is it a rough night of sleep or a hangover that plagues you this morning?" He couldn't help the little dig at his father's habits.<br><br>"What do you want, Rurik? I am in no mood for your insults this morning," the king replied in a growl.<br><br>"Tools, father, for the boy. He's going to make your jewelry this morning. You'd best come down in a little while if you want to watch him make it."<br><br>"You left the boy alone?"<br><br>"The smith is with him. I need the jeweler's tools if you have them, father, so he can do his work." He watched as the king waved one of the servants over and had them go fetch a small chest while he slumped in his throne. His foul mood was caused by a hangover, and Rurik made a note to tread carefully today. The servant arrived with the small chest and handed the jeweler's tools to the prince. "Thank you." He took them and bowed his way out of the king's presence before turning on his heel and heading back towards the smith.<br><br>"The King is not in a good mood today," he warned as he handed the tools to Cecil. "We're all going to have to watch what we say to him. These are what my father had. I'm not sure which ones you needed so I brought all of them."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 20:27:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil looked to Rurik when he came back, the sound of the king with a hangover was not a nice one. So the boy thought it best if he just kept a low profile that day. Slowly he looked thought the tools and picked out the once he needed for the start..a small hammer and some other weird looking instruments. The work began slowly as he placed the gold on the fire to let it melt down. <br><br>Durin this time he removed the jewels from the piece the viking gave him. It was clear that Cecil was working in deep concentration, to disturbe could most likely ruin everything...even more when the creation of the ring began. He watched the gold to make sure it was going okay and then he turned to start make the mould used for the base of the ring. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 20:33:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Cecil worked, Rurik kept to the wall so he would be out of the way and, as a result, far less likely to interrupt his work. He watched as Cecil worked, fascinated by how easy it looked to take what appeared to be solidly made jewelry apart if you knew what you were doing. The smith watched in interest as well, but kept himself near the bellows in case Cecil needed the fire to be hotter.<br><br>Rurik heard the approach of several pairs of boots and his father's voice a little later. He stepped out of the hut, shivering slightly in the change of temperature, and approached his father.<br><br>"It is a little warm and cramped in there, my lord," he said, bowing to the king and playing the role of a good, polite subject and son. "Perhaps it would be best if your guards waited outside while you came in to watch to. The boy is concentrating on his work and I don't think it would be wise to distract him and ruin the final product." He stepped aside and let his father enter, following him in. He took the king's cloak and hung it near his own as his father stood and watched Cecil work, silent for now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 20:54:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil continued his work and did not stop until the mould was done and ready..he checked the gold to make sure it was ready and then he nodded and was just about to pour it down into the mould when the vikin left to greet his father. <br><br>Cecil sighed and made sure to stay calm and a moment later the king and his son came back inside, the boy shivered a little at the memories of the large vikings hit that sent him into one of the walls at his home. But he tried to ignore the large man entierly...in fact he acted as if he was not even there. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 05:07:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rurik was surprised how calm Cecil seemed around the king. That was likely because he was ignoring him, but still, he was handling this situation admirably. He was glad that he had asked his father's guards to stay outside. They would have perhaps scared him more.<br><br>"What is he doing now?" the king asked, a little loudly. Rurik hushed him gently.<br><br>"I don't know, my Lord, and I think the boy's too involved in his work to explain to us. Let him work, please," Rurik asked quietly. He chewed on his lip as his father considered his request, finally nodding.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 07:36:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Times passed and Cecil was nervous it would all be a faliur in the end, he took a deep breath and glanced to the king and his son before he returned to the making....the base itself was piece of cake, but then he had to use some of the instruments in order to shape the ring before the gold was to cold/hard. <br><br>Slowly he ran the weird instrument over the simple golden ring to shape it better and make it more...beautiful. He bit his lip as he almost slipped with his hand...but in the last moment he regained the focus. When the ring itself was done he had to place it in water to cool down a little, sending a little gathering of steam from the water out into the room. The boy began to reshape the jewels so that they would fit better and not be so big as they where right now. <br><br>It all took him about three hours and then he sighed as he slowly picked out the finnished ring from the water...took a deep breath as he examined it in the light. Slowly the boy walked over to the king like he was some kind of monster...which he was of course. "Uhm...the ring is done sir" he said with a weak voice and reached out his open hand for the king to take the ring. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 17:15:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rurik watched as Cecil shaped the ring and then started shaping the jewels. By his standards, Cecil's work was amazing. If he said his work wasn't up to his father's standards, he couldn't imagine what the father's work was like. He bit his lip when the boy finished his ring and offered it to the King.<br><br>The king took the ring from the boy's hand and examined it, turning it over. He nodded a moment later and looked at the boy. "This is very good," he said. He put the ring in his pocket and turned to leave. "Thank you." Then he was gone.<br><br>"That's a good sign," Rurik said with a smile. "Good work."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 17:21:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil was nervous, more nervous then he had ever been in his entier life! To him it was not very good...it was good but not perfect and his fathers was better. But when the king said it was very good he sighed and closed his eyes as he sent a little pray to the heaven in thanks. His eyes then looked to the prince. "Looks like he liked it" he said slowly and took a deep breath. "Thank you Rurik...I was so nervous..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 17:31:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's fine now," Rurik said, patting the boy's shoulder. He nodded at the smith in thanks and helped collect Cecil's tools. "Let's get you some food." He took his cloak off the peg in the wall and wrapped it around both of them again, guiding Cecil back to the hall and then to his quarters.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 17:44:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil was shaking slightly as they walked and he hugged the tools close to himself...it had been rather weird everything that happened to them. The boy closed his eyes and then he looked to the viking that he was sharing the cloak with. "Uhm...thanks...for standing by me today..." he said slowly and shook his head. "You have given me a very different way to see vikings...I can not see why you enjoyt to hurt people so much as you do" he bit his lip as they came into the room again. "why Rurik? I`m curious to why you like it..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 18:14:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My father is a greedy man, Cecil. We go on raids so he can expand his hoard of gold and other precious items without actually working for it. That's why we as a settlement harm people," Rurik said. He looked gravely at Cecil. "Some of us are sadists, or they like the feeling of power that they get when they go on raids." He sighed and ushered the boy into his chambers, calling for food.<br><br>He sat down on the bed and took off his boots. "I don't like hurting people physically. I don't go on raids to hurt them. I go because I like chaos and I like scaring people out of their minds. It's not exactly harmless, but it's different from why most of the men go. And if you're asking why I was cruel to you earlier, people don't tell me 'no' often. I'm used to getting what I want and your refusal angered me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 19:06:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He listened to the words and shivered a little, he sighed and did not say anything for a while. He then looked at Rurik. "For what you all did, I hate you" he said slowly and teh voice was serious. "For all the lives you ruined at my home...burned the place I grew up in...killed the people I loved and called my family and friends...I hate you" he lowered the gaze and sighed deeply. "I want you to know that Rurik...but I have come to think differently about one person...you" he slowly looked to the viking. <br><br>He listened to the talk about why he was angry and the boy nodded. "well I say no when I feel like something is against what I see right, so far I have lost anything and your threats and the anger did not scare me much....I talk to much don´t I?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 19:23:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You'll have to watch that mouth of yours around the servants, the guards, and pretty much everyone else but me here, Cecil," Rurik sighed. "And if you think you're going to change me and how I like to do things sometimes, that isn't going to happen either." He looked up as a servant knocked on the door and bade them to enter. The servant quickly put two plates of food down on the table in the Prince's room and retreated, but not before he told her to bring his pack of hunting dogs in.<br><br>"I'm beginning to get a little tired of raids and the chaos, actually, but I need to keep up appearances since I am my father's heir. So unless it's a major raid I'm not going to contest my father's decision to leave me behind." He was still holding out on the real reason he had bribed Cecil with the lessons in swordsmanship, but he really needed to work through his idea a little more thoroughly before presenting it to anyone else. He sat at the table and began to eat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 19:48:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil listened and smiled a little at the viking. "I did not think to change you...sorry I made it sound like that, it is good you just like to scare people....uhm...even if I do not like that either it is better then to actually hurt them" he tapped himself on the cheek and was just about to say something more when a servant came inside and he stopped talking and looked at her, he then looked at the food and licked himself around the mouth slowly. "Mmm...food" he murmured and sat down closer to one of the plates. "One gets hungry off working on a smithy"<br><br>Cecil continued to listen as his finger slowly picked up a piece of bread that he was holding, he examined the older boy with his eyes and then he tilted the head to the side. "are you never afraid that someone is going to come raid you when your ships are gone?" he asked suddenly. "I mean...most of your best warriors are out on raids and if the village was to be attacked...then..." he bit himself in the lip and shook his head, he was thinking...then you would know what it feels like to lose everything...but he did not say that because it would just hurt and anger Rurik. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 20:02:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's a risk. My father usually leaves a group of men behind to guard the settlement, and we do have good defenses," Rurik said. They did have a large wall of stakes surrounding the village, and if push came to shove there was always the feasting hall to fall back to. "There have been one or two attacks on the settlement in my memory, but the men managed to repel them."<br><br>"Are you afraid of dogs?" Rurik asked, changing the subject before he get pulled back into the fear of the first raid he experienced, when he was about 7 or 8 years of age. He had heard the barking of a number of dogs in the courtyard just now, and was sure that his pack was on their way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 20:17:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil listened and nodded a little, but in his mind he hoped that they would feel how it was to really lose everything when they came back from there raide with pray and treasures...only to find all they loved either dead or enslaved. It was a evil thing to think....but could anyone really blame the boy for doing so? he could not blame himself...that was for sure. <br><br>He was a little surprised about the dogs. "Uhm...no I`m not...how come?" he asked, he had never actually seen to many dogs in his days...but the once he had seen did not scare him much. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 20:19:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I wouldn't want mine to bite you," Rurik explained. All of a sudden there was whining and scratching at his door, and the sound of a voice trying to get the dogs to calm down. "I have a pack of half a dozen." He got up and went to the door. "Are you sure you're okay with them?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 20:26:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil heard the sounds and then he took a deep breath before he quickly got onto the bed and wrapped himself in the blanket. "Uhm...okay you can let them in now" he said and smiled a little. "Better safe then sorry, I am not afraid...just safeer"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 20:33:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rurik nodded and opened the door, letting his pack of six energetic elkhounds into the room. The dogs all gathered around him, wanting his attention and licking his hands in greeting as Rurik looked at their handler.<br><br>"They've been fed, my lord, although I think it would be wise if you took them out hunting soon. They're getting restless," the handler explained with a polite bow. "It's hard to keep them satisfied."<br><br>"Thank you. I'll keep that in mind," Rurik replied, managing to herd the dogs out of the doorway and close the door behind them. He scratched ears and backs and grinned at the animals as they climbed all over each other to get closer to him. One of them noticed Cecil at that moment and went over to investigate, sniffing the boy curiously. The other dogs, realizing that there was something of interest in the room, followed suit. Rurik sat down to put a bit of a barrier between the boy and the dogs.<br><br>"This is my pack," he explained, pushing a dog off his bed. "They need exercise and I need to get you started on training if you're still interested, so let's go for a ride"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 20:52:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil looked at the large dogs, so many they where? he pulled up the blanket to the nose and watched them...it looked like they for now was more focused to there master then on him. But then one noticed that he was there and came over, Cecil looked at it and then he slowly reached out and gave it a little scratch behind the ear. "Hello there" he said softly at the canine. <br><br>"I see...they are handsome dogs" he commented slowly and smiled a little. "never seen this kind before" he then made a pause as he examined the prince. "Yeah I am...so let´s go.." he said and slowly began to crawl out from the bed. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 03:30:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rurik nodded and whistled at the dogs. They instantly turned their attention to him and crowded around him as he stood up. "Come on, let's get these pups out." He collected his things and put his boots back on and then gave a short little whistle at the dogs again and they came right to him at the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 07:34:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rurik sure had control of his dogs, that was rather impressive to see Cecil thought as he looked at the dogs when the owner made them come over to him. He himself looked around and then he slowly walked over to the viking to, he did not seem at all afraid of the large dogs either, they where cute in his eyes. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 18:14:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rurik smiled and headed out to where his father stabled their few horses, the dogs following along mostly behind the two humans. They entered the somewhat dark stables and Rurik went to his favorite horse, saddling it up.<br><br>"Up you go," he said, boosting Cecil up into the saddle and then mounting behind him. He pulled Cecil back against him so they'd both have the warmth of Rurik's fur cloak before nudging the horse to get moving. The dogs responded to another whistle and followed their mounted master.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 18:37:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil walked right next to the viking, and it was a little cold as he did not share the cloak this time, the tunic he had was warm and everything...but not around the legs and the arms. He shivered slightly and then he stopped as they came to the stable, he hesitated for a moment and then the boy took a deep breath and walked inside of the building to see when Rurik saddles the horse. <br><br>He had...uhm...never been on a horse before, but since he got help from Rurik to get up everything turned out nicely. The boy felt the older one take place behind him on the saddle and he gently leaned back against him as they took off, it actually turned rather nice and arms inside of the fur cloak and he could feel the heat from the others body. "This is rather nice" he said honestly, it was very nice to ride with Rurik like this...he felt so warm and nice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 18:56:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rurik smiled as Cecil settled against him and wrapped the cloak closer about them. He'd have to get Cecil a cloak for himself soon. For now, at least, this suited his purposes, as his hands started to tease the boy through his trousers. Nobody could see them, for which he was grateful.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 19:15:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil felt the hand against his leg first and giggled a little, then he closed his eyes and moaned softly as the hand teasing the part between the legs of his trousers. "Mmmm...Rurik..." he said softly and leaned a little more against the man..."yeah...nice and warm...and comfortable" he giggled a little more and then he opened his eyes and looked around where they where ridding...it was good no one saw what the viking did to the boy because of the cloak...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 19:41:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You like that?" Rurik asked, moving on from teasing to sliding his hand into the pants and stroking him directly. He nudged the horse faster and whistled for the dogs, which sped up to keep up with their master on horseback.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 20:12:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil moaned when the hand slipped inside, he could not help it....it felt so good! "Well...yeah a little" he replied softly and smiled a little. "when you do it....it feels nice." he sighed with pleasure and then the boy looked up into the sky. "It looks like it will be rain later today...maybe even thunder.." he thought for a moment. "Uhm...you have those gods of yours right? just curious."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 20:29:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, we have gods," Rurik replied, stroking a little bit faster, trying to get Cecil's mind back on his pleasure. He wanted him relaxed for when they finally got down to a little training, which today was mostly going to consist of how to hold a blade correctly. He was going to start with sticks, though, so Cecil woudln't accidentally hurt himself or Rurik.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 20:33:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil moaned a little louder and the head tilted backwards and he licked his lips. "Mmm...okay..." he purred lowly. It was really nice and shivers was going thought his entier body...it was nice and the thoughts about what gods Rurik had was gone from his mind at the moment...he just enjoyed this. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 16:05:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good," Rurik said softly, "just relax..." He put most of his attention and all of the skill he had in the area of pleasing men to work getting Cecil off. He was enjoying the way the boy was shivering in pleasure against him and starting to get slightly aroused himself. It was very sexy to watch Cecil's pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 12:01:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil sighed deeply and he had his eyes half closed as he moaned a little now and then as they where moving and the viking jerked him off...on the back of a horse. "Mmm...okay" he murmured softly at the others words. He could feel something get a little hard behind against his rear as Rurik became more arused. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 17:15:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rurik moaned a little bit as Cecil relaxed even further and he had to shift their positions on the horse so the boy wouldn't fall off. They rode a few hundred yards further before Rurik removed his hand from Cecil's pants and pulled the horse to a stop. He dismounted and reached up for Cecil to do the same, knowing that it would be far safer if they were on the ground when they finished this. And in any case, they had arrived.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 17:22:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil blinked a few times as they suddenly came to a halt and then the viking jumped down from the back of the horse and Cecil watched him land on the ground, he accepted the help when Rurik offered to help him down from the horse. He landed on the ground, but slipped on a rock and feel right onto the older boy, either Rurik would grab him and they would both fall down into the moss and the grass of the forest, or the viking was strong and ready enough to not fall. In either ways Cecil would made a weird face and say. "Uhm...ops"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 14:06:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oof," Rurik said as Cecil fell into him. He took a step back to steady himself until Cecil got his feet back under him. "Are you okay?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 17:39:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil blushed, then he nodded a little. "Yeah I`m okay" he said slowly and began to brush some dust of his&nbsp; clothes. "sorry about that...I slipped" he smiled a little and then he sighed and looked around. "It is a nice nature here" he commented. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 00:39:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's fine," Rurik replied, dusting himself off some. He went looking for a pair of sticks so they'd be close at hand when he decided to start teaching, then approached Cecil. "We can either get down to the lesson or continue what we were doing previously... if you'd prefer that..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NekoBoy89</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 07:30:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecil examined what Rurik did as he walked to find the sticks, he was not gone very long and the boy examined the sticks with his gentle eyes. He then looked to the viking as he started to talk and gave out the two things they could be doing. Cecil blinked and then he thought about what he was going to say to that. "Hmm...I am not sure....I mean..." he began slowly and paused for a moment to think again. "what re we going to start train then?" he asked slowly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legends of the Vikings (Happy 89 and Nimeneth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 19:52:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Most importantly, how to hold a sword, and some basic moves. We're starting with sticks because I don't particularly want to be hurt and I doubt you want to be when you're just getting started," Rurik explained. "So, training?" He took a glance to see what his dogs were getting into at the moment, then returned his attention back to the boy in front of him.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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