My RP story

my char's Rp story


Contrary to the other villages around the one i grew up in as a young child, my village was quite wealthy, our warriors were strong  we raided a lot, we rose to the top. other villages feared us, no one could conquered us no matter what happened. or so i thought at least. anyways, i digress. 

my Mother was a scribe, a tall, fair skinned woman, with green emerald eyes, and fair nearly snow white hair. she was very kind towards me, she loved me, i was her only daughter, i had 2 brothers.

my Father was a blacksmith, a very large large man. my Father always told me "let life run. not run you. you do as you please, the world is your playground, my child." he was a very kind man, despite his love of mead.

 my Mother wanted me to continue in her footsteps of becoming a scribe, thus, i was taught the writing styles, words, reading, everything i would need to know in order to become a lovely scribe one day. when i was not studying or writing, assisting my mother, or cooking, my Father had me help him in his smithery. there i watched girls get branded, collars set in place, armor made, and many other things. 

my Father one day had me go get some water in a bucket for him, he shoved the bucket towards me with his "soft force" i walked through the busy city heart and down to the docks, he needed water to clean his areas. i dipped the bucket into the cold early winter sea. i saw a large ship out in the distance not to far from us, i thought nothing of it and passed back to the smithery were my Father was chatting with some of his friends. my Father tussled my light blonde hair and told me to go help my mother now. 

i walked over to the library were my mother was sitting and writing in her fast paced writing style. "child, you are a fine child. the other scribes must see your work, it is amazing." she mumbled as she blotted her forehead with her sleeve and continued writing. I've never seen her write this frantically. i peeked over her shoulder to see what she was writing, she quickly flipped the paper over "no, sorry, this is a private message, daughter, i will have an illiterate slave message this to someone, please mind yourself with another task, dear." i did as she said and went to look among the written logs of the warriors, of all the plunders, of the ships breakage and repair reports. i heard a man call out loudly in a wordage i did not know. i heard a few people scream, my mother peeked her eyes out the screens in the windows of the library, she ran out with the paper still on the table. i walked over to the table and snatched up the paper about to go and run after her telling her that she forgot it. though, she was to far along, i looked down on the paper and read 

"My dear village, i am afraid of what is to come, i heard the axemen talking of another village coming to raid us. they are coming. i do not know if this shall get to everyone in time, but say your good byes, they aren't leaving without their loot, which i am afraid will be some of yer souls. please, run, run fast if ye wish to survive, i will be in the forests fending for myself, my Free Companion will come with. Regards- Heiglia Scorntooth. head scribe village of Latorca." 

my eyes flew open with disbelief, she never mentioned anything about me, could she have forgotten me possibly? 

i became afraid quickly. i ran out the door, there i saw men fighting, axes drawn through necks, swords clashed, blood spattered the white snow. i ran and hid in the bakery. two other free-women were there, a Physician and a seamstress. they were cowered against a corner of the wall, i joined them  soon enough though, and hand smashed through the window on the bakery door and turned the lock, a tall tan skinned man with jet-black hair stormed through the door, having to duck his head a bit "oh, let me see what me has here...three helpless women. oh what is a man to do?" i saw him smile sadistically he then dragged another man, not as tall as him but as strong looking with bright orange hair into the bakery.

 the orange hair one grabbed me by my side and pulled me off my feet. all the women screamed in fear as ropes were places around our limbs, binding us to one another. the men pulled us out of the bakery and down towards the ports, more men screamed and yelled as they fought, soiling the ground with bodies.they shoved us on their boats and took us back to their village, i could see over the edge of the boat, the village being burned, torches set as the last ship of the raiders left port and trailed behind us. 

once we got to the village, we were given the option "submit. or die." i chose submit. the physician  she chose to die, her Free Companion had been slaughtered in the battle, she felt she had no point even now as a slave. i watched her be killed, we all did, then the question again was "submit. or die." the rest chose submit as well.

 i was collared to the village and was taught that if i did not please the free, i might be thrown into the furs with a thrall, or strapped to a boat oar at sea for a while. i chose the easy way out of those punishments, i chose to be a good slave. though, that village had a dispute, and each went their own ways, the blacksmith sold me off to a southern city, were i was made the Second girl, and were my first owner was. Soon though, my Owner at the time said that i was too much, i was gifted to a good friend of his. 

now i lay in the chain of his friend, happily serving him, making him smile, laugh, weep, and hunger-ful for my body. i was collared to him and first named pussy then petals. i was deemed an unrestricted bond for the pleasure of the free. i love to serve my Jarl and make him happy, his happiness makes me happy. this is my place. to be his little half tamed girl, to be his bond, his slut.