A few people have been bugging me to finally finish the roleplay story I started about my Age of Conan character Udrath. Well, on the basis that if I don't get it finished before The Old Republic comes out I never will, I've started to continue my writings. The next part of the tale, entitled "Rescue" is now complete.
You can find it in the Roleplay Stories section of the site, along with the rest of the tale so far. I've also included it after the break. I hope to have the final two parts of the story up within the next couple of weeks.
Hidden in the gorse Udrath continued to reminisce about his past and how he had met Floraidh, his wife.
Udrath walked slowly back down the mountain, still deep in thought, not really seeing the dark bushes that lined the path. He shivered slightly in the cool air, his shirt still wet from where he had washed out the remains of Sioman's meat pie in the mountain stream. A quarter moon shone weakly through the wispy clouds, casting a pale glow that did little to illuminate the path much beyond the sparse trees and undergrowth that covered the hillside. The sounds of laughter and merriment could still be heard echoing down the valley from the hall and the Guildmeet above, seeming to follow the young Cimmerian like mocking taunts of the tribesfolk.
He stumbled slightly on the uneven ground then,. steadying himself, continued. He had drunk more uisge than was wise and the skin of firewater had not contained any answers anyway. He had appreciated the company of Sioman and Bran as they had tried to console him after the embarrasing events in the longhall, but despite their best efforts to persuade him, he could not bring himself to return to the Guildmeet.
Noticing their eager glances towards the longhall Udrath had told them to go back and enjoy themselves; he would be alright with the night and the skin of uisge for company.
When they had gone he had wept quietly for a while, then continued to drink, lost in his own thoughts. How could he have been so stupid? He'd never be able to look the beautiful Koragg girl in the eye again and his father would be sure to have stern and disapproving words for him. After a while he dozed in the cool night air, warmed by the uisge. when he had awoken the moon had passed its zenith and was on its way back down behind the mountains. Dawn would arrive in a few hours, so he had staggered to his feet and begun the long, lonely walk home alone.
He was halfway back, still nearly a league from his father's house when the shrill scream cut the night air like a sharp knife. Instinctively Udrath checked for his weapons then remembered he had left them back at the longhall. Drawing a few deep breaths he shook his head to try and clear it, then bent to pick up a jagged stone the size of his fist.
The scream sounded again, louder and more panicked this time. Udrath stepped off the path to his left and slowly crept forwards in the direction of the sound, senses alert for danger. Straining to hear above the crisp breeze he thought he could make out voices ahead. They seemed to be coming from behind a group of large rocks that lay shadowed in the lee. He moved slowly towards the rocks, walking poised on the balls of his feet, all thought of his earlier embarrassments forgotten, the dullness of the alcohol banished.
As he approached the voices started to take a form, and he recognised the speaker.
"Scream again Koragh whore and I'll break the rest of your teeth as well".
"My... father... will have your scalp for this..." came the response, muffled and quavering. Udrath didn't recognise the voice. He shook his head and his grip on the stone tightened in anger regardless. He resumed his stealthy approach and reached the largest of the rocks. Slowly he inched his way round to the right until he could see beyond, his eyes now adjusted to the darker shadows of the rocks.
He took a sharp breath. The beautiful Koragg girl he had been staring at during the Guildmeet lay on the ground, her face a mess of blood and cuts. Her shawl was ripped open to the waist and her red hair smeared across her face, mingling with the red of the blood. Draffyd knelt before her, his breeches around his ankles and his fist raised in the air.
Udrath strode forwards with sudden purpose.
"Get up you worm," he growled. "Crom's beard, you'll pay for this."
Draffyd looked round in surprise then started to laugh.
"Oh, this is priceless. Uddy the Gallant has come to your rescue!". He stood, kicked off his breeches and revealed a long sharp blade from behind his back. "You stay there," he said to the girl, never taking his eyes off Udrath. "I'll be back to finish our business in a moment".
All Udrath heard was the girl's soft sobbing. He stood as still as a statue, waiting to see what Draffyd would do, saying nothing his grey eyes staring coldly.
Draffyd paused, unsure of what to do next. "Well, lost your tongue have you?" he sneered, then suddenly struck, lunging forwards with his blade aimed straight at Udrath's chest. The strike was quick, but the young barbarian was quicker.
At the last moment Udrath swayed to one side and his fist, still clutching the stone connected with the side of Draffyd's head with a sickening crunch. Draffyd fell to the floor and did not move.
Udrath dropped the stone and without a second glance at his fallen cousin strode over to the girl who was sobbing loudly. He said nothing but gathered her up in his arms like she was but a babe, turned round and slowly walked back down the path.
The hunters found them a few hours later. They were both in the hut of Chief Bronner Mac Cealleach, resting on rugs before a raging fire. The girl was asleep in Udrath's arms.
After the initial fury of the Koragg Chief had subsided, the girl, whose name was Floraidh explained the turn of events. Chief Bronner and Chief Calder had returned to the spot of Floraidh's attempted rape, but Draffyd was nowhere to be found and was not seen in the valley from that day forth.
A year later Udrath and Floraidh were married.
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