This wasn't her idea of fun, but it could be. Enmyria walked back from the edge of camp after giving out Alvarr's orders and knew that the fun could be about to begin. They were out of Camelot for the moment to gather supplies and build up some men from the haters that would willing work to bring down the crown.
Some of the supplies were hard to get magical things. And there were some smugglers coming to meet with Alvarr to discuss the price, and the plan. Walking up behind Alvarr, she touched his hair, circling him, and then moving to sit on one of his legs. "I'm growing impatience." She warned, in a light pout. Alvarr knew how Enmyria loved the excitement of a fight, and thrill of a job. She wanted her name known all across the five kingdoms and Alvarr was lover who was going to take her there. In return, she was his right hand. Smart, cunning, and violent Enmyria wasn't one to be crossed. "They should be here by now!"
It was then she heard people walking behind her. Looking over her shoulder she noticed a woman leading some men over toward their camp. Enmyria slid up higher on Alvarr's leg in a possessive move. She didn't like it when he pretended to like other girls to get them on his side--mainly Morgana. She was staking her claim now, and clearly. Besides, she knew Alvarr liked her best. While love wasn't a word she would use to describe anything in her life for it was too bleeding soft and flowery. It was however, the only words she knew of to get close to the obsession she had for her lover.
There is no need, No need? Did he really want to die here? Unspanne þás mægþ What did that mean? What did his eyes just do? What was the rope doing?
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HE HAD MAGIC! Come with me and make a name for yourself. Or stay here, and be held back by fools. He had magic! No wonder he was so calm! He was just waiting for the moment to kill them all and walk away! Enmyria just stared at the fallen rope for a moment before seeing him stand. Now is the time to decide, Looking behind her she noticed the men heading their way. Right. Stay with them to fight with magic man who was impressed by her? Right.
Moving to her feet she raised her sword as they came close. "They are drunk, and the fat one is left handed, and the one in red has a bad left leg." She told him their weaknesses, so he could fight when she downed the first one and got him a sword. As the drunk drew near she waited, before stepping forward ducking under his blow and coming up with her sword in his gut. Childs play.
I did not rely on others to make my name for me. She wasn't either! No, they were relying on her! She was pulling them! Not them her! You should do the same. And do what? Work alone? Let my parting words to you be ones that remind you that no drunken fool ever left a mark in this world. Parting? He was tired to a tree, where was her going--oh! right! They were going to kill him. She'd forgotten. Proof they were idiots.
"There is no one else," She told him, "If you don't have name, then the only thing men want from you is the same thing they can get from the tarven maids. I have not built a name yet. Until I either get coin, or a name . . . . " She looked behind her and they were starting to notice she was there. Joy. She pulled her sword closer to her and shifted up to sit on her knees so it was easier to jump up and fight. "Then it's the expendable the crew." Which was about to get expended. Oh the bright side, he might not get hung tomorrow.
"Things are about to go south," Any idiot could see them getting bold behind her, "If you want, I can cut you free before they came over here and make me hurt them."
A beautiful name, He was so impressed by everything she did! Enmyria smiled, rather pleased with herself at this point. One that will remain undiscovered if you remain in this company. That made the smile drop down some, and fade away as he kept speaking about her goals. Such association is beneath you Enmyria, Looking back behind her at the drunks for a moment she turned to face Alvarr again.
I have seen you with a blade and never have my eyes laid rest to a more impressive sight. Good! She liked being the most impressive thing that he's seen in his life. Had he not been about to die, she'd had taken him off somewhere and impressed him more with other skills she was learning. Though these ones not taught to her by her brothers. You can be more than this. And such talent, such skill, is only going to waste when around these men. Yes, they were. That was growing clear to her now. "You can't play with the big boys until you're a big girl." She told him, "Until my name means something, drunken idiots are all there is." But he had a name. He had a reputation that suggested power. She could hear the men behind her getting louder, which meant that she needed to leave. First there was something she wanted to know. "You have name that stand tall. What did you do to earn it?" Besides surrender to her.
Enmyria watched him as instead of answering her he asked to learn more about her! The man was going to die and he wanted to know more about her? And what do you fight for? It was because she'd impressed him! She was rather skilled. What endless battle do you fight and seek to win? He talked so pretty, and she tried to make her words more . . . bigger to match. She didn't want to unimpressed him.
"I fight for me." And no one else! "I don't intend to live in the woods my whole life on the run from the ones strong enough to be in power." moving closer so she sat next to his knees, facing him. "You wont be alive long enough too see if you don't start fighting for your life--but I am going to do more then run with drunken idiots my whole life. My name will one day mean something. I will have a everything I ever wanted!" She just didn't know what she wanted! That was the flaw in her plan! She knew she could go anywhere she wanted and do anything she wanted but . . .
What did one even do? "My name is Enmyria by the way." Not that he asked, but he would need her name to remember when he was gone and still impressed.
It is not violence I seek, Really? Why not! It was so much fun! To know that your actions controlled the outcome of battle, and the lives in it. To know you were the most powerful one there! It was not the sight of a few men that forced my hand in surrender. Maybe he was confused, because there wasn't anything else there to make him surrender. Unless he was talking about the no violence thing again.
The greatest challenge for a person is to accept their fate. Should this be mine, then why deny myself a few more prolonged moments of life. . . . "You are just going to LET someone turn you in to get hanged? Your not going to fight back? No one wants to die." Accept her fate? "I would rather fight then die anyday. Who's fate is it to be hanged? No one gets born to die that way. I would rather my fate be to win. Let others do the dying." Because she wanted to be the one who had everything when the end came and she didn't want to see it coming. She'd fight until the end. "I thought you were a fighter, why summit to death at the hands of the people you hate. That would make them win," She whispered the later part as if he didn't know.
Money does not interest you, Who said it did not? Gold was a girl's best friend.It did not care if you were bossy and smart mouthed . . . and the power it brought. Oh she would have men at her feet if she had the coin. She'd not do a damn thing all day! Why keep me alive if it will only cost one of your men their heads? Her men! How impressive she must be for him to think her the leader! "Easily replaceable at any tavern in any village. I care not for the city of morons. I am not about to walk into the dragon's den and let them pat me on the head like I was a good girl." She had more pride then that! And valued her neck too much should her face be recognized by a merchant she'd robbed!
"Why surrender so easily if you are a great warrior? Your reputation is known, yet you back down at the sight of a few half sober idiots with swords. It was a bit disappointing really, I was hoping you and yours would be more of a challenge." Instead she was greeted with a retreat and a surrender. Really! No fun there! Enmyria moved to sit a few feet from him, drawing her legs under her in a folded manner as if she was willing to talk to him for a moment. In truth, she was. He thought her the leader! She wanted to play into that power some more! Enjoy the basking of it before she left the drunks to drink.
If you plan to turn me in, best know the name of the man. Enmyria had walked back to their camp and was about to make off with her share of the spoils before the men got drunk and stupid. She'd learned long ago that you didn't stay around drunk and stupid men even when you can beat them with a sword. It wasn't worth the effort. My name is Alvarr, Walking closer to him she looked down at him, trying to figure out why he kept watching her. And why it wasn't with the normal looks men gave her.
"Heard of you," She told him, admitting as much. Though what she'd heard hardly matched the man. He was tall and looked better then the normal unbathed and stinking men that roamed these woods, but the name he gave was one of a fighter. A warrior! "Pity you are nothing like your name." For then her little band of men would not have stood a chance, for the his name was known to fight and kill KNIGHTS of Camelot, so a little band of idiots and herself should not have been something he surrendered too. "You should take comfort in knowing that when one of them idiots takes you to the city, that they will hanged with you." She told him cheekily because she sure as hell wasn't going in the city to turn anyone in. She didn't trust the city! Too many people and the scales were not in her favor.
"How disappointing." Enmyria called out as the last man that was standing and had not fled dropped his weapon. 'Hold your tounge girl, do--' "What your mouth fat man." She called back, not taking kindly to being told to hold her tounge nor to being called girl when she was the weapon that kept them feed! She watched as he glared at her but nor did she care! She could best them all with her skill! And not even when they were drunk--which they were half the time! 'Do you know who this is?' He asked, and she shurgged, clearly not knowing what he found so fasanting. 'There be a bounty on his head in the big city. Me thinks we should claim it.' Enmyria snorted and when they looked at her she shrugged again, "Your thinking will get us killed. There is a bounty on your head too."
'But not on yours!' He reminded her, "Because i've not had a chance!" Give her time and she'd be known for owning these woods and making any travelers in here her bitch! 'We will turn him in! Bid him and take him to camp.' Enmyria shrugged again, clearly not caring nor about to follow anyone's orders before turning to look for coin in the dead men's pockets. "What's he wanted for?" She asked as some of the men pulled him off to their camp to be bound to a tree. 'wanted for?' "I am going to guess he did something besides have a pretty face?" 'For being a foe of Camelot's.' "Oh." That was vauge, "How anti-climtic."
Three, two, one. The count down was the only numbers she knew but when you were as good as she was, counting wasn't a skill you had to have. Enmyria waited until they passed the mark the others had shown her and then 'let' herself fall down the hill, scrambling to her feet. Her shirt was ripped in a few suggestive places but the vest she word kept everything tucked in and mostly covered. Her light red hair fell down and around her because it made her look vulnerable and weak. With no weapon on she faced the ten men coming at her, and 'tipped' as she ran at them. Looking up from the ground she called, "Help me! Please!"
One of the men ran forward, clearly taken in by her looks while a few of the others looked the way she had came to see who might be chasing her. When the man got to her, and reached for her she grabbed the handle of his sword and used it to sink into his belly before using her foot to push him back off the blade.
The men with her charged down the hill from the other side, while the fighting broke out. Looking at the next man that was coming at her she flipped her new sword and let the battle begin. There were seven men with her, and she'd make eight. Using the fighting she learned from her brothers she sent another man to meet his maker.
Now the sides were even--though not too even. She counted as two men, so the scales were in her favor surely.
. . . . What the bloody hell! Did that drunken lout just walk away after telling her that her offer of payment wasn't damn well good enough?! Enmyria stood there in slight shock for a moment before starting to follow him, "Hey! Get back here!" She yelled at him in a mincing voice that promised violence if he did not do as she demanded. She was not letting that scruffy looking idiot out of her sight while he had her knife!
Following him she picked up her pace to both keep up and catch up with him. She didn't like that this seemed to amuse him, for he didn't look annoyed nor board. She was about to make him look pained if he didn't hurry up and take her deal. Pained and broke. "Look, I've nice up til this point! It's not just a pretty little dagger, You couldn't even use it if you wanted to. So why not save me the effort and you the beating and just get rich quick by passing it my way?" It was his last chance before one of the two--(the thugs or her self)--attacked them.
"They have him!" She begged him, "They have to save him! He is just an old man!" In efforts to make him more ready to help her out, she was hoping this plea would make him try to be knightly. Really, this young little boy (who was technology about her own age) would never be a knight. His trail ended here.
Enmyria clawed at his shirt and started wrapping her arms and even her legs around him in effort to see more afraid. "Please! They have to save him! They want to use him to kill the king somehow!" It was her way of introducing the king and beginning her path to finding out everything she could about the events unfolding in the next few days. Little did this blond one know that while he would not live to see it; soon she would be watching Alvarr sit where the king now does. He would be the king the place needed, rather the one who killed it slowly!
Uther Pendragon would fall, and everyone of his blood line along with it! She'd never seen the king, nor the prince, but when she did she would not waste a moment. She'd draw out her dagger and deliver it straight to their heart!
Enmyria would have cut him slightly for his words had he not done it for her. It cooled a bit of her anger, and made her more wonder at what sort of man she had just crossed paths with. He seemed to have used that has his distraction so he could turn the tables. However, Enmyria was used to men thinking they could over power her because she was a girl or smaller or weaker. Granted she was all three but she was quicker and moved faster and knew tricks with fighting that most knights didn't dream of doing.
She relaxed her body so it fell to the ground, causing him to either let her fall or comprise his sure footing to take on all her weight. She turned as she fell, to untwist her arm and wrap her free arm around his leg so he could not step back before reaching up with her foot to knock his other leg sideways. As smoothly stood as he feel back, yanking her hand free of his. "Touch me with out permission, and I will draw blood; just a few feet lower." She promised him, sounding more amused rather then annoyed as she had before. She liked getting one up on people, and this was a bit fun as she felt like she was winning this round. It was not everyday that she found someone that did not cower from her.
Oh, how scary. Enmyria looked pissed, but other wise unimpressed with his double act. "So your as smart as you are chivalrous, I see." She bit out, before whipping the back of her hand off her back and holding it to display to him. She didn't break eye contact, wouldn't dare while he was armed and she was waiting for him to make her move. Displaying her hand gave her two points to make. The first was that she was completely unharmed and he was the idiot here for believing her so. The next one, was the one she was about to make. For as her one hand was displayed her other hand pulled a small thin shard of metal out of her sleeve very subtlety.
That was her cue to make her move, she spun in a circle moving closer to him. The hand that was on display pushed the swords to the side, knowing she had mere SECONDS before he could come around with them if he was ANY form of skilled. As she came to be face to face (sort of) with him; the shard came to rest pressing into the side of his neck. "How frighting you. Needing two swords to frighten a little girl." She said with amusement and anger rather then fear and bitterness.
Was the story teller stupid or just . . . stupid? "And. Then. What. Happened." She repeated her question slowly and making each and every single word it's on so that way he could understand. You'd think someone who made a living telling stories would understand English when he heard it! Enmyria hated idiots and even more so when it required she either pretend to get along with them or in this case, not beat them sinceless.
"I don't care about your name, boy, I just want the end of the story." He was like a little puppy! She hated puppies! They where needy little clinging, whinny beast that got you evil looks when you kicked them away! She much rather the full grown fighter, if anything at all. Something that could sink it's teeth into it's pray and bring it down. "I don't want to stand here all night, you're the story teller . . . . tell the story!"
Great! Her drunk wanted to chit chat. Enmyria didn't blink as she smoothly liked and called it, "An old family heairloom." Rather then admit it was magic and she wanted it baddly. The dagger was special and she needed it to give to Alvarr. If she hated anything in this world it was looking back before him. She was not about to return empty handed! As for Alvarr's cause to over though the king and bring 'justic' to the land . . . .
She could handle the power it would bring her and the woman by his side, but the cause wasn't hers by blood and she wasn't here to die for the cause. Fight for it? Sure, she wanted a world ruled by Alvarr, but she came from a small town were kings didn't even bother taxing. She never knew the evils Alvarr preached aginst. "I wont ask again. You can leave rich, or they can make sure you don't leave." Surely he rather be rich enough to drink him self blind rather then fighting the local lowlives.
The first rule of stealing a horse was finding a dumb hero who had one. It was with this mind set that Enmyria was out in the woods at the moment. The camp of Alvarr's followers were not far from them, and were just a few days from moving on closer to camelot and she did not plan on walking! Hello no. Using berries, she rubbed some on her hand and exposed arm before waiting for someone to get close enough so she could call out for help. What she didn't plan on was a bastard who could have cared less.
When he turned away she pushed off from the ground, picked up a rock and aimed it at the back of his head! "Oy! Don't you see a girl hurt here?!" She demanded in a tone that said she was clearly unhurt. He didn't have a beast to steal but now it was about pride! "Then again you look like a knight. All dressed up with no where to go. I shouldn't have expected more. from the likes of noble!" She didn't know who he was, or where he was from; all she knew was he turned his back on some of her best acting and he was all dressed up like he thought he was important. And she was here to tell him; he wasn't.
"It's an old language." She told him as she approached, "One of years past, and I wont bore you with the details." Enmyria got right down to the point as she didn't plan on being here when drunk and stupid got into a tumble with this one. They were restless and she knew that it would not be long before their drink made them bolder and they all merged to get back what they wanted. She could of course, wait til they beat it out of him and pay for it afterward but she didn't feel like waiting around.
Besides she wanted to impress Alvarr with how quickly she could get something this simple down. "You can keep your coins, and I will even add to them. The dagger is mine, and I can pay quite a bit for it." She paused letting the silent OR hang between them in a challenge, "Or, I can let them take it back from you and just buy it from them." Surely he would be smart enough to hand it over quickly, and not stand their rubbing it in everyone's face that he had the treasure that everyone in the tavern seemed to want.
New rule of business, next time she has to met a shady man to buy a illegal dagger she was not doing it in a place where drinks ruled more then brains.
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