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Three Viking clans set out on a voyage in the 10th century, fleeing from the christening of their land. After a month at sea they got caught in a massive storm, sending them through to another dimension. To Themiscyra – where the Amazons had been ruling for a thousand years. So far they have managed to co-exist peacefully, but how long can that last?
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Year ✿ 1000
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The weather is warm, but still a bit chilly at night
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One little Amazon left (Aina)
| Aina Theseis |
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Balcksmith apprentice

Group: Amazons
Posts: 6
Member No.: 4
Joined: 19-May 12

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The past few days had been tough for Aina. The sun was shining outside as the summer was slowly approaching, and she had been stuck inside the dark forge – trying her best to focus and please her master, the blacksmith. Apprenticeship was no joke with a dreaming mind like hers, and way too often she had to be told the same things over and over before it even stuck to her brain. The promise she had gotten about her getting to learn how to make jewelry when she was ready was the only great motivation right now. It didn’t help at all that the army was constantly on their neck, wanting new armor and weapons in large numbers.
Today Aina simply had decided to take some time off. Her curiosity had grown too large to keep locked up, and it was only one way to release it – she had to get a look at those Vikings. The soldiers coming to the forge always seemed to talk about them in the most skeptical way and Aina needed to see for herself. What did they look like? How did they live? Were they really so hostile? Would they hurt someone as soon as they got the chance? The girl had heard someone say they had watched a Viking kill a baby horse just for the fun of it, then drank its blood while singing and dancing wild. Aina didn’t know what to believe, but she wanted to find out more.
The only thing she knew for sure was that they were three clans, with one man in charge at each. Maybe they had three kings? She had walked to one of their holds – making sure she weren’t seen by anyone, her own kin and the others alike. With a dark cloak covering most of her she snuck closer and closer to the foreigners. Now she could see them as she hid behind a hut. A bunch of men, drinking something around the fire. They seemed happy – almost joyful. Aina couldn’t help but smile. She had seen a couple of men before of course, as slaves for the Amazons. But these were free and acted so different..
Suddenly she heard a firm voice behind her, and she quickly turned around in fright. It was a muscular man, holding up a sword. Aina got a rather desperate look in her eyes, keeping close to the wall of the hut. Was this man going to hurt her? Could he do that? No one knew she had wandered off. Would anyone come look for her? “I… I just…” She started quietly. She had no idea what to say or do.
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