Enemies Knocking On Your Door

The man kneeling on the floor of the longhouse is a trusted scout for your armies, Leif Skardisson, or Leif Silentfoot, the name given to him for his hunting and scouting prowess. As you search around for the clothes discarded last night to begin dressing, he gives his report.

“Jarl, there is a large contingent of Alkali soldiers preparing to make camp just a day's ride from the Skorgir Pass. The General thinks he can hold them if they decide to move through the pass, but he doesn’t know for how long. He requests that you send him some reinforcements, he also asks that I tell you that he believes they are sending scouts out to look for ways around and believes they may intend for a full invasion. There have been numerous supply wagons spotted a few days behind the bulk of the ****.” He delivers this in the same voice he would when guiding hunts for the northern boar, calm and merely stating a fact, no sense of urgency or passion. This is what makes him an excellent scout, he is calm even when things are dire

. This is surprising news to you as the last time you encountered the Alkali in the field of battle it was a resounding victory, with their troops falling back or surrendering to your forces. Sure there have been some heated engagements over the last few years, but you never really considered they would invade and escalate to full blown war.

You finally find your shirt and breeches under the bench a few tables away, as you get dressed Maith approaches with your double headed war-axe in hand. The weapon is seemingly massive, 38 inches long on the haft and the blades of the thing measuring 12 inches each. The bear of a man Maith handles it with ease, though it looks out of proportion in his hands. With clothes on and weapon in hand you raise your voice to address those in the longhouse, many of your advisors and Jarls are still here from the festivities of the evening before.

“So Alkali believes that we will sit idly while they scout our borders, they do not know the people of Mathia well then do they? Maith go and send word to the other Jarls that we are going to go down and see what these desert rats are made of, have them and their men meet us at the pass. Agnis see to it that your shieldmaidens are up and about they will accompany me as we travel down first.” There is a dread set to your tone that your closest allies know well, it is not Mikkel Sathrose that speaks now but your warrior persona, Mikkel Frostfist, the general and sorcerer. The rumors have always been true at least in part, you do wield frost magic on the field of battle, as your father and your fathers father did before you. Though you doubt that your line has ever interbred with the Frost Giants of the north, you do make an imposing figure for those that have never actually met one. Standing at an impressive seven feet tall and your muscular frame putting you around the 275 lb mark, your white hair and ice blue eyes would make any who didn’t know better think of the ferocious warriors of the coldest parts in your kingdom.

With your words still resonating in the great hall, Maith makes his exit. The scout Leif makes his way out back into the cold following him, and Agnis begins dressing. The rest of the hall is abuzz with activity, clothes being found, cups being poured, the fire being lit to start breakfast, and finally those that will answer the call finding their weapons and armor.

It is several hours later and you along with Maith, Agnis, Leif, and 25 warriors make your way down the muddy cobbled road heading south towards your enemies. The land flows by quickly on horse, but the muddy terrain and patches of snow that remain still impede your progress. It will take you and company a little over a day to reach the impressive mountain pass named Skorgir. And with word out to the neighboring Jarls, maybe three days for them to begin trickling in. The large patches of pine and spruce trees begin to grow thicker and thicker as you make your way towards the mountain barrier of your kingdom, it has been only two years since you last made this trip, but your breath catches anyway at the beauty and stillness of the countryside. The clean sharp air and the smell of the freshly turned earth of the party are a contrast to the woodsmoke and scent of the capitol.

You spend the day enjoying the feel of traveling, and snippets of conversation thrown around the party as the day wears on to nightfall. You knew that you wouldn’t make it all the way today but you can see the towering Halfbjorn mountains rising to block out the scant warmth of the setting sun, making camp goes quickly as you and your companions are seasoned campaigners. Once the fires and tents are erected you enjoy the company of the others around the fire.

As night sets in and the fires embers are barely aglow, everyone moves to their tents and slumber for the night except you, Angis and Leif. Leif has offered first watch, you lost sight of him almost immediately but you trust that he is out there somewhere keeping vigil. Agnis is lying with her back pressed firmly between your legs with your arms wrapped caringly around your lover. From one of the tents you begin to hear moans of pleasure as one of the shieldmaidens has found a lovers bed instead of their own.

“Yes, Yes, ooooohhhhhh, please don’t stop.” The vocal woman moans out with pleasure and desperation. The sound of slapping skin accompanies the grunts and moans, you feel your lover's breathing begin to quicken as you lay wrapped in each other's embrace. Her head turns and her soft lips find yours, it is a soft and loving kiss that lingers. Her soft tongue begins to explore your mouth and you feel as the blood begins to rush to your cock, the warmth of her body, passion of the kiss, and sounds from the nearby tent combining to excite you. Your hands start to explore her body as you break the kiss and find her throat with your mouth. Planting your lips to the side of her throat and planting kisses down to her collar bone, the cold of the air around you begins to sharpen. Her eyes are closed in pleasure and soft whimpers escape her as your hands find their way up under her clothes to her soft breasts. With a practiced ease and intimate knowledge of what she likes, your fingers begin to softly knead them.

“Take my seed bitch.” An exclamation from the nearby tent, and the fabric of the tent shakes violently as the bodies inside come into contact with the thin shield between you. A womans very pleased moan escapes the tent followed by slurping noises that set your imagination on fire. Your hands grip a little harder at the sounds and your left hand finds a now rigid little nub that you begin to tweak and pull, Agnis is on fire you can see it in her gaze as she turns her head and your eyes meet, her hands travel behind her as she searches to find your hard cock to play with.