Of Beasts and Knights

Vorstan: "Hmn.... Quite interesting." *he's, as far as she can tell, totally naked. the duvet comes up to his waist, showing off thorgar's bandage work. and his many tattoos, slowly moving in hypnotic patterns across his tanned skin*

she's unphased by this....but vorstan can tell she's afraid

Outrider: spose we'll stick around.

B: Feel free

Vorstan: "Let me... try something..." *he holds out his right hand, and the skin of its palm splits, revealing an eye, with an iris of swimming colours. Purple intertwining with blue, and red... He looks into her future... what does he see?*

what he sees is...a blur. he can't make out anything for certain with regards to her. he does see a few things though. a bloody axe, a lithe blade, a staff, a pox ridden knife, a black scythe, a flaming sword, a glowing hammer, and a few other weapons

the outriders dismount

B: Feel free to do what you like, and try to avoid openly showing your disgust at the state of the..'villagers'. Mass inbreeding is a hell of a thing.

"Sounds like stirland, eh lads?"

Vorstan: *His eyes are closed, but the one in his hand is looking around frantically.* "By the gods... all... the gods... Every single god..."

"....what...."

"I can see... all the gods... Khorne, slaanesh, tzeentch, nurgle, mor, khaine... sigmar... Its all of them."

Rosa's trembling

"Every single god... They're all with you..."

"Stop it"

*The eye in his palm closes, the flesh fusing over it, as if it were never there. He opens his eyes, and looks at her, with reverence, and partly like shes on fire*

"...you're scaring me"

*Balendus chuckles*

"I... don't know... this... how could this happen?"

rosa: vorstan I...I'm scared....please...

outrider: nah don't worry, the lads'll keep their gobs shut. can't make the emperor look bad.

*He nods*

Vorstan: "...." *he looks at her* "It'll... be alright... We'll figure this... out." *his breathing is laboured*

*the other outriders dismount*

rosa starts to approach him slowly. he can see she's trembling.

*he lifts himself slowly onto his elbows*

"...what's wrong with me?"

Vorstan: "Nothing is... Wrong. You're... Impossible, but incredible."

"...I'm scared"

"So am i... I can only think one reason the gods would cooperate."

"...you're sure they did?"

"How else could it happen?"

"A mistake? a spontaneous event that was in no way intentional?"

"Every god mistakenly blesses a single person? It isn't likely."

"I don't know....unintentional, some quirk of chaos or the winds of magic maybe?"

Vorstan: "No... i think you're something special."

"....I..."

"The gods seem to have chosen you for something rosa."

"...but what? why?"

"I don't know."

"....my life just keeps getting worse doesn't it?"

/A few days later\

*The mercenaries employer finally returns with a levy army in tow*

Vorstan: "I would say better. You don't have to fear anything now."

*From the forest alongside the road, a single figure emerges. Clad in plate armour with a grey, faded tabbard, holding a shield emblazoned with a sleeping dragon, and a broken sword.*

Rosa:....I don't think...

*the outriders are also there*

*The army march into the village, headed by a quartet of knights. Their armour is a perfect shining silver and their heraldry unsullied by dirt or damage*

*The knight with a broken sword follows the mercenary column, limping heavily on his left leg, and staggering occasionally.*

OOC: He's following the Bretonnians, mercs are in the village.

*A mercenary scout sees the man and rides over to assist him*

*the man looks like he's been though hell. Shallow wounds through his armour everywhere. his chest, arms, and head. Only his legs are unscathed. he seems to be muttering to himself*

*The scout dismounts and goes to help the man onto his horse*

*the moment he closes to about a metre, the knight snaps his shield up into a guard position, broken sword resting upon the edge*

*The scout raises his palms showing that he's unarmed*
S: Easy there, friend...

Vorstan: *waits for her to finish*

*He shakes a little, and drops his broken sword*

"...I want to...control it"