by raptor titanus3 » Sun Jan 02, 2011 11:43 pm
Frenzied soldiers smashed their way into houses and stores in search of prisoners and riches though they found no prisoners they found plenty of other things to take for themselves. The Bank and the Church were ignored by the rable of lesser tribal warriors who knew that taking anything from them was a privilage left to Clan Lokar soldiers. Upon the order from their supiriors the less important Hurskarl went to work raiding the town of all food and livestock left behind. The rest were tasked with taking crests of gold coins and other valuables from the town bank. As Lokar rode into town he dismounted before the town Church, bemused by it being the largest building in town and the most impressive. He entered the building followed by his entourage of Hurskarls. When he entered, the scent of innsense hung heavily on the air. Candles were and the gold objects cast their golden glow, the scene was that of beauty. To the Hurskarls it was the spoils of war and as one reached to pull down a mounted golden cross from its place on the wall, "STOP," demanded Lokar who had turned around just in time to stop the disrespectful fool. "This is their religious sanctom, to defile this place would warrent a similar mistreatment if ever we should ever face their full millitary might!" said Lokar with displeasure. The Hurskarl immedetly retracted his extended limbs and followed Lokar as he walked toward the center alter. Here there was a assortment of candles and a book lying flat though to Lokar he thought it was some kind of odd pedistle. He opened a bag on his person and retrieved a highly stylised wood carving of a round figure, this figure was as tall as someones index finger and was carved in the shape of a Holyman of the Northman a Shaman. Lokar made a small sign with his right hand, murmered a quiet chant, and bowed his head before the figure. "I leave this and all that is inside where they stand, have anyone caught trying to defile this place taken outside the walls and killed," ordered Lokar who then proceeded back outside to oversee the seizing of food before having the the order for the ox carts to come into town from their camp outside the town to load the supplies and then leave with their prizes.
"We all go about our daily lives, waiting for the next big thing, the next cool trend, even the smallest bits of info on anything happening, but what we're really waiting for... is for something interesting to happen to us, thats what draws us to the rich and famous... we want to be like them... I don't, I'm fine with who I am... and you should be too" - RT3