Post by Ekaterina on Sept 30, 2012 22:20:54 GMT -5
There had been a few high walls between the mountain ridges which blocked off additional entryways into the actual fortress that they now rode beside. Men's helms could be seen here and there on top of the walls. As their King and his procession of bandits made their way along the rocky slope of land that negated beside a cliff that wove close and far from its borders as they progressed as well. The cliff itself fell away into the very jungle that they had traveled through, though not the same path as it was still in the general direction behind them. As they were noted, more and more men became visible upon the walls to take their first look at the new woman who was to be tried out and tested to see if she would be their queen. Some of them began hollering out their praises and hoorahs to boost the moral and inner pride amongst him and his riders. It was enough of a welcome to satiate his ego. Anything more would be reserved for some champion of an empire or robin Loxley coming home with a wagon of splendorous treasures those they could actually have their hands upon. Nonetheless, they continued around a bend of the mountain that rose up a good seventy feet into the air like a giant cone of boulders and rock that had jagged edges and ridges in and of its own from age and perhaps the quaking from volcanos. The gates were already drawn open as the word of their arrival had already been sent down the line of the men on guard. The large double doors were made of a cast of metal that was rough in context and perhaps that of a sturdy iron ore. The construction of it seemed nothing near a brilliant architecture or technique, but it looked well improvised in how it was constructed and would serve its purpose against a siege weapon suitably enough. As they'd pass through the gate, the overhang of steel spikes loomed above where portcullis were raised and hanging in their slots above through sturdy wooden beams. Further beyond a courtyard was apparently kept clear and large enough to accommodate a sizeable army upon horseback when the occasion would arise. More walls surrounded this area as that would lead to a second gateway that they would head for as well. It in turn was open for them as well. Men moved about along the walls, though many of them kept to the outer walls as the call of one of their sergeants or the like hoarsely called out to keep an eye out for any who is in pursuit.
Silent she remained as they continued forth, moving along the massive walls upon which guards would be noted. Those that cheered and met her gaze would find a cold, hard glare in return. Icy shards of blue continued to take in their surroundings and a mental note of the count of men to be seen so far. She figured for each seen, at least two were not. A way of calculation that's benefited her many times before when there was a need to worry about numbers. Not the easiest of terrain that surrounded the massive mountain keep. The size of the fortress was something she never doubted would be of a large scale. He was Norse, a King, and a man, a combination like that meant an ego and pride to accompany it. Had to have something large enough to fit their bobble heads. Just that thought alone would bring the whisper of a smirk to her lips. Just because her quips would remain mute upon lips, didn't mean they wouldn't scream out in her head; and she'd gain her own personal delight in them as well. Coming to this destination meant that she could now concentrate on how to escape. This was not where she needed to be, for that which was of most importance presently rested in the Northern Territories, unless it had been moved. She knew there was a possibility those who should be seeking the ledger would instead be seeking her. She couldn't let that happen, for her to be the reason the original intent failed. Baby steps, for now she had to get a feel of the area, and the man who at the present had a hold upon her. Moving in through the first gate, the interior would be inspected to include doors that might lead to where more men would be gathered. Then the second gate was passed, the shouts would gain her focus in their direction. More men to add to the count as she was lead onwards.
Past the second gate was an area that consisted of several one story buildings, the sound of a blacksmith nearby ringing steel against steel echoed against the rocks. Whilst a nearby stable was in view where they headed for directly. There was a rather large area sanctioned off which contained a number of steeds, though with the jungles surrounding the area, there was no need for them to have a full-sized cavalry at hand. Enough though to make passage to the ports hastily was a necessity. The neighing of steeds, and the clomping of their shod shoes upon an already packed earth laden with not but dust and rock was in the air, though that twinge of dung and such odors was to be breathed till they done with their business here. The men who had kept with him as his guard already made to dismount and tend to their horses, a deed they did on their own. One of them came up to manage that of his Lord, the reigns being held whilst the man looked elsewhere, and to the horse itself to pet and soothe it with a remedying nature. The bandit lord, Vitharr, approached her steed. as well, A hand coming up to send the flattening of his palm along the leathers concealing her thigh to stroke a path upwards to her hip. The gnarl of his hand grasped upon it in another moment. His other sent beneath her tied arms to grasp upon her opposing side. His tone meanwhile drew free with a deep resonance of strength and a hint of fun that could be had with her. A slight glimmer traced within his eye as he gazed at her from below. "....it would be good of you to cease your fighting from this point on. I do not like to have a reason to hurt a woman." Twas then, his gaze would draw more firm, and she would be wrenched from the saddle to be pulled into the air above him till her legs were free and he could lower her onto the ground like a sack of fruits not to be ruined. Arms riveting with muscles that had been extended in the process that emitted several corded lengths that twined and flexed beneath the white of his Norse flesh.
The scent was displeasing to say the least, but not one in which she'd openly complain or comment about. She tended to her own stalls and horses, so it wasn't something unfamiliar to her. She watched as all transpired around her, took note of the buildings, especially the location of the blacksmith. Individuals such as that were precious commodities, especially when one was so far from home. Movement would have those crystalline blues fix upon the massive Barbarian as he began that approach. Features maintained their stoic nature; however, those pale eyes would seem as cold as their coloration when they rested upon him. The Norse men weren't the only ones who harbored pride and an ego, for the women had a level of their own. Such would be noted in the way she sat upon the back of that horse as he neared. When he touched her, she'd not flinch nor make a move to fight. Although, in her mind she envisioned a well-placed foot against his chest with an outward pressure that would have been meant to send him flying backwards and land on his ass. Humiliation of a man such as he would be as effective as slicing his flesh with a blade. It was then he lifted her with lack of effort to set her upon the ground before him. Slight rise of her chin as did those eyes to boldly gaze directly into his. "I have a sneaky suspicion; you don't need much urging in that." Voice was soft in nature, calm within her tone, even if the words were meant to bite slightly. "I am many things, but a fool isn't one of them. You have me out manned. Even if I got through a few, I doubt I could get past them all." Sometimes honesty was a great policy, even if it was meant to be a part of some song and dance. "I have no intent to fight, unless you give me a valid reason, and don't think for one moment that I'll stay my hand when you do." She'd offer a warning of her own. She was no push over, nor was there a coy or shy bone in her body. She stood tall with her conviction of words, with a defiant lift of her chin as icy shards of blue peered up at the massive form that nearly towered over her.
There was definitely some devil in the guise of this woman. The paleness in her eyes was looked upon whilst a stark sky-blue atmosphere remained unclouded that were his own. A moment was drawn to take honor in the agreement they just made with one another, perhaps some sharing of honoring the other for whatever reasons were necessary to maintain some means of civility. Or perhaps the first step towards gaining her as his wife and not some hated vixen that would be seeking his throat every time he'd turn around. A last measuring gaze was passed over her features whilst his men began returning from their tasks with their equines. These men stood out easily from the other men that populated the walls, and this inner yard. It was true that they were all for one reason or another living the life of an outlaw. Having joined his ranks for reasons of their own which varied in lengths and variations accordingly. Yet the men who followed him as his guard were much better armored and equipped. They seemed of the sort who was expertly experienced with the weapons of choice that were upon them. Their armor in turn was a mixture that allowed them their stealth for ambushing as well as the protection that was necessary for them to remain alive in a battle. He led them onwards. His hand taking to her elbow where flesh was his to touch and careen his calloused grasp upon. The softness of her flesh seemingly invigorating him amidst his movements, making him a twinge happier as he basked in that instinctually possession of a woman at his side. She'd be led through the working environment that wove a path around still prominent structures of rock that rose above the demise of buildings. Fitfully there were additional fortifications that she was led through where his men could make additional stands against an invading force, either that of tribal men at some point in its earlier use, and still kept in place as a backup even now. Nonetheless, she would be led onwards till they reached a rather large opening into the mountain itself. A blackened hole that led into the cavernous depths beyond the walls of the mountain which rose up well into the air in the formation of the volcano that even now had a habit of sending puffs of smoke into the far distant air. The path was aided with lengths of wood and planks here and there as was needed... “I am told you are one of the highest to be sought in the area where the Port of Kiel resides...why is this so?"
More a wild cat in the form of a woman would be a better descriptive of the Nordic woman. No debate on her words to forthcoming, and in that she'd accept a small victory, but a battle was yet to be waged. A glance down to where his hand laid claim upon her arm. Much could be denoted in the way one touched. Strength was defined by a level of gentleness. Rough flesh bespoke loudly over those of soft surface. It was then she'd glance up at him before he was leading her along the path. Once more icy shards of blue were in motion, taking in surroundings and the men that filled it. She knew well of the kind that had taken to serving this King, for it was ilk of the same like that served her back in Kiel. Men well paid to do what they enjoyed most, busting heads and kicking ass. She'd look upwards as they approached the dark opening, taking note of the terrain that lead to the mouth of the volcano looming above. Focus would shift back to the point of entry as they continued on, that was until he spoke. Head turned slightly as she gave him a side-long glance. "I didn't realize I was regarded in such a way. I could only attribute such comments to perhaps refer to my holdings." Simply stated. "Is that why you had me taken captive? To ask me that?" Aux had said he was after her because of barter with the Dracolich, but it wasn't the undead dragon that she was handed off to. So it left her to assume that the King was the Master-mind behind all this. Focus to return to the path ahead of them. "You could have just sent me a missive to inquire. I would have responded eventually." Features remained in that emotionless mask, however, a hint of amusement to be denoted in her tone.
As they strode onwards, and she would jibe her reply, an amused smirk twisted onto his features. An arm would then reach over her shoulders and fold across them to pull her nefariously into that fold of his bodies’ side where the angle of his ribs could be siphoned against the angle of one of her breasts whilst he turned her towards him some amidst their walk. He made as if she was becoming a welcomed pal of his whilst a plate of teeth gleamed their whites briefly in a grin as a mounted torch was passed upon their entry into the inner dwelling. “Nahhh, I have this great place I would have you join me at instead to speak of these things. You perhaps are lazy, and do not go out and travel, relying on messengers who could be killed and your letter unsent.....this way is much better! You are here, I am here...I can tell if you are lying to my face very easily!" His words were almost spoken in a toying way, and perhaps they were as he entrepreneur his way was more superior. She though, would be led still further, there were a few separations of the tunnel where it would fork off, the sound of picks being brought down upon rock echoing in the distant tunnels as they were passed. As well as the sound of whips slashing against flesh and the pain of overworked men. And the occasional outcry of a woman in utter dismay and helplessness-"...You seem to know a lot about matters that we should speak of... Perhaps you know something I do not. Something that might be useful to me...that might bring something useful to you."
A glance up at him when he pulled her so near and tight against his bulk. She resisted the urge to pull away, or grind an elbow into his ribs, but it was thought. His words, however, would cause a shift of a brow as it raised slight with his jestful words. "So you're a man who takes what he wants, when he wants it." Not asking, more simply making a statement, although it was left for a response if he felt it necessary to give. When they passed the tunnels which emitted those torturous sounds, a glance would be made in their direction. She had no doubt the sounds from the women weren't due to the same form of torture being handed the men. Though outwardly she'd not react, and look ahead as if she never heard anything to begin with, or was easily able to brush it aside as inconsequential. However, it would be from those that made the sounds that allies could often be made. It would be his last words that had her looking at him inquisitively. "How do you know what I know a lot about? I didn't realize I was so popular that my name, interests and knowledge would be spoken of to the point where it would reach your throne in the Northern Territories." Hint of a smirk to form. "Though I'm unsure in exactly how we would be useful to each other." She'd hold up her bound wrists. "I'm your prisoner, not your advisor." Pointing out the obvious.
They would continue, the sound of his men still following behind was not so easily deciphered, but if one were to look behind them, they were still loyal to their duty and pursued it till they knew to do otherwise. They though, were not so close that they would distract the conversation ongoing, or perhaps even hear a whisper between them if one was made. Meanwhile their voices would sound off against the echoing cavernous walls as they came out into another larger chamber. One with stalagmites growing upwards, and downwards. A few dark pits leered along the path that had a glazed appeal to the rocky surface that he in turn led her around with little thought. Though a gracing look in its direction held him silent for a moment or three, as if the quiet silence in the pit was not to be interrupted, and there might be something within, unseen, to be feared enough to give it such respect. Once it was passed, and another entryway would lead through another torch lit tunnel, would he continue." You are my prisoner, now aren't you?" Such said in an antagonizing manner. "Tell me... what you know of the undead that brought you here...why you feared them not when anyone else would have soiled their leathers at the sight of them...”
When they passed the dark pits, her gaze would wander to peer into them. It was his actions and lack of speech that told her volumes about the area they passed. She could feel his grip upon her arm firm slightly, even if he didn't realize he had done such. This had her looking back up at him, silently adding another piece to a massive puzzle that was missing most. Once they past the ominous holes of darkness, his voice would once again rise to meet auditory. Then the jib of her being his prisoner, and this time he'd gain a snorted sound in return. Not very lady like, but then she was of Viking blood, so don't expect no Maid Mariam in this Nordic fem. "I may be your prisoner now, but one day the table will be turned." Touch more of a smirk, and this would be said by looking him directly into his eyes. Focus was then back upon the cavernous terrain in which they passed through. "Because I had met him once prior, and it was a cordial exchange of dialogue. I even fed his beast that he rides upon." Looking back over at him. "Besides, fear is the greatest weapon anyone can wield. Why give anyone that kind of power?" Hint, hint!
About this time, the ship that had brought Kat to Skull Island would be casting off, or already had an hour ago if not sooner. His men had their orders, they were to team up with the undead crew of the ship and give support to one of the promising weapons that the lich had collected with his return to the world. The weapon of course was a new warrior the bandit king himself had barely spent much time familiarizing himself with. Anything in regard to the lich was still something he kept away from until it had been proven fully that it could be trusted. There were matters at the port of Kiel that were to be dealt with the lich had told him. Matters that would be dealt with tonight. His men were sent to aid the lich in whatever business was being sent that way. In the meanwhile, those pale orbs were given a moment or two of his otherwise stern attention as they were caught. Seriousness was about him as they continued onwards, till the tunnel opened up yet again, one of numerous times and perhaps a monotony of times still to come... This chamber opened up into one where men began to be heard in the context of training. Hoarse outcries broke the distant silence along with the clamor of steel against steel, and the battering of bodies and the sounds of due pain.-"...hm...You sound quite hospitable to those who would have you as their captive...perhaps there will be of use for you afterwards....if you fail to prove yourself worthy to be mine. Tell me this then, you are of Norse blood? Your father, mother and so on?"
Now that comment did cause feathers to ruffle just a bit, if she actually had feathers that was. Narrowing of gaze as she glanced over at him. "I own and run my own businesses. Being cordial and hospitable is part of that role." Correcting his assumption of her acts, at least the way he made it sound to her. Chin lifted; there was that pride of hers. "Of course I'm Norse, as were my parents and their parents before. We're descendants of a Viking Lord." She was definitely Norse, right down to the bragging rights of their distant kin. "And who said you were going to easily claim me? Taking me as your prisoner is one thing, because you have your men to back you there. Claiming me is quite another. There, you have no army to support you against me." A challenge? More the truth. If he thought she was to be easily claimed, he had better think again. "That is unless you intend to keep me bound. Then I would place you on a coward’s level, because you'd not permit me the freedom to defend myself." As if she was completely defenseless. Get her to where there weren't a thousand men with weapons and she'd teach him a dance or two, or three.
It was a tactfully sound location to exhume a layer for his throne room in the foundation of these mountains. It wasn't the lowest of levels that he could reach, nor did he want to return to such levels of the mountains where the undead were unnumbered, and the lichs horde of beings were present and waiting to be sent amiss upon the world. The same depths where he had, a time ago, traversed the dangers of the ruins to seek out the lichs lair, and discover what treasures might become his. Instead, He found the lich, and the propaganda that would befall those who would hence stand in their path. The chamber he led her to be not as grand as the one upon the badlands, where his true kingdom resided. Where his full force of banditry and outlaws reigned and controlled every vestibule of the surrounding populations with fear and their demands. Yet, the chamber was more than large enough to suit his temporary purposes. Men were able to be beckoned from their own barracks and training chambers in the rooms prior if enemy invaded this far into the mountainous domain. Perhaps one of the last defenses he would have before he met the invading force himself. It would take quite an army to make it so far through so many defenses. Such an army he knew not of being in existence Nonetheless, he led the woman to the throne itself, where his arm would lower her to a set of cushions and pillows that were piled upon the carpeted dais at his feet. The mix of satin and silks was a welcome comfort to prior women who had been brought to him. Women she still knew not the fates of. -" You defend yourself with words better than most. If you defend yourself with anything more than perhaps it would be I who should be careful with my fear. Come, it has been quite a night for you. I would have you tell me of these... businesses that have made you so popular that you were brought to me..."
She'd not complain about the offered seat, or its softness. Especially after the distance of travel it took them to get to this point. She was also more on guard, he was being way too nice to her, and she still bound by ropes around wrist. A wary glance his way before the chamber they settled in would be focused upon. "I didn't realize that was why I was here. I had thought you were the master-mind behind my abduction. I guess I was wrong, so it means there's another whose mind is more mastering than yours." Little digs, little pokes, but she'd get them in when she could. Looking back over at him. "However, if you must know. I own several mines, plantations, farms, ranches, ships, a warehouse district, and an Inn, just to name a few." Not to mention the vast spans of land to which she held control. "All inherited." She'd be honest, since this would be easily found out anyways. Just not the terms behind which gave her such power and wealth. That she could defiantly give a song and dance around. She'd played this game too many times before. "So why do you hold such an interest in me? You have land, power, and armies. What could you want with the likes of me?" Focus would shift back upon him as she pegged him with her icy gaze.
Vitharr watched her with full intent to listen and learn who it was that sat by her this time. It seemed something he was of a mind to do, nor held any resemblance to want to disrespect her any more than he had already by keeping her bound, and subjecting her to being his captor. It was perhaps a sincere, silent means to prove a particular matter he had in mind. His voice remained strong and low as it'd rumble against the stone walls. Walls that seemed to have been chiseled upon, here and there a distinct marking or carving upon a rock had expired and remained as portions of a larger piece that had not crumbled into dust like the rest. There were a good handful of torches along the chambers length. Some of his men were at its entryway; the others had dispersed to their own chambers. There was as well a litany of weapons along the walls. Many of them large and oversized for one of her strength. They were all Nordic of origin crafting, and seemed to have been of some use at one point in time.-"....all that you have just told me about...I want it all. And I have just been given a key to obtain it that will be much easier than my normal methods...."
<--- To be continued .... --->
Silent she remained as they continued forth, moving along the massive walls upon which guards would be noted. Those that cheered and met her gaze would find a cold, hard glare in return. Icy shards of blue continued to take in their surroundings and a mental note of the count of men to be seen so far. She figured for each seen, at least two were not. A way of calculation that's benefited her many times before when there was a need to worry about numbers. Not the easiest of terrain that surrounded the massive mountain keep. The size of the fortress was something she never doubted would be of a large scale. He was Norse, a King, and a man, a combination like that meant an ego and pride to accompany it. Had to have something large enough to fit their bobble heads. Just that thought alone would bring the whisper of a smirk to her lips. Just because her quips would remain mute upon lips, didn't mean they wouldn't scream out in her head; and she'd gain her own personal delight in them as well. Coming to this destination meant that she could now concentrate on how to escape. This was not where she needed to be, for that which was of most importance presently rested in the Northern Territories, unless it had been moved. She knew there was a possibility those who should be seeking the ledger would instead be seeking her. She couldn't let that happen, for her to be the reason the original intent failed. Baby steps, for now she had to get a feel of the area, and the man who at the present had a hold upon her. Moving in through the first gate, the interior would be inspected to include doors that might lead to where more men would be gathered. Then the second gate was passed, the shouts would gain her focus in their direction. More men to add to the count as she was lead onwards.
Past the second gate was an area that consisted of several one story buildings, the sound of a blacksmith nearby ringing steel against steel echoed against the rocks. Whilst a nearby stable was in view where they headed for directly. There was a rather large area sanctioned off which contained a number of steeds, though with the jungles surrounding the area, there was no need for them to have a full-sized cavalry at hand. Enough though to make passage to the ports hastily was a necessity. The neighing of steeds, and the clomping of their shod shoes upon an already packed earth laden with not but dust and rock was in the air, though that twinge of dung and such odors was to be breathed till they done with their business here. The men who had kept with him as his guard already made to dismount and tend to their horses, a deed they did on their own. One of them came up to manage that of his Lord, the reigns being held whilst the man looked elsewhere, and to the horse itself to pet and soothe it with a remedying nature. The bandit lord, Vitharr, approached her steed. as well, A hand coming up to send the flattening of his palm along the leathers concealing her thigh to stroke a path upwards to her hip. The gnarl of his hand grasped upon it in another moment. His other sent beneath her tied arms to grasp upon her opposing side. His tone meanwhile drew free with a deep resonance of strength and a hint of fun that could be had with her. A slight glimmer traced within his eye as he gazed at her from below. "....it would be good of you to cease your fighting from this point on. I do not like to have a reason to hurt a woman." Twas then, his gaze would draw more firm, and she would be wrenched from the saddle to be pulled into the air above him till her legs were free and he could lower her onto the ground like a sack of fruits not to be ruined. Arms riveting with muscles that had been extended in the process that emitted several corded lengths that twined and flexed beneath the white of his Norse flesh.
The scent was displeasing to say the least, but not one in which she'd openly complain or comment about. She tended to her own stalls and horses, so it wasn't something unfamiliar to her. She watched as all transpired around her, took note of the buildings, especially the location of the blacksmith. Individuals such as that were precious commodities, especially when one was so far from home. Movement would have those crystalline blues fix upon the massive Barbarian as he began that approach. Features maintained their stoic nature; however, those pale eyes would seem as cold as their coloration when they rested upon him. The Norse men weren't the only ones who harbored pride and an ego, for the women had a level of their own. Such would be noted in the way she sat upon the back of that horse as he neared. When he touched her, she'd not flinch nor make a move to fight. Although, in her mind she envisioned a well-placed foot against his chest with an outward pressure that would have been meant to send him flying backwards and land on his ass. Humiliation of a man such as he would be as effective as slicing his flesh with a blade. It was then he lifted her with lack of effort to set her upon the ground before him. Slight rise of her chin as did those eyes to boldly gaze directly into his. "I have a sneaky suspicion; you don't need much urging in that." Voice was soft in nature, calm within her tone, even if the words were meant to bite slightly. "I am many things, but a fool isn't one of them. You have me out manned. Even if I got through a few, I doubt I could get past them all." Sometimes honesty was a great policy, even if it was meant to be a part of some song and dance. "I have no intent to fight, unless you give me a valid reason, and don't think for one moment that I'll stay my hand when you do." She'd offer a warning of her own. She was no push over, nor was there a coy or shy bone in her body. She stood tall with her conviction of words, with a defiant lift of her chin as icy shards of blue peered up at the massive form that nearly towered over her.
There was definitely some devil in the guise of this woman. The paleness in her eyes was looked upon whilst a stark sky-blue atmosphere remained unclouded that were his own. A moment was drawn to take honor in the agreement they just made with one another, perhaps some sharing of honoring the other for whatever reasons were necessary to maintain some means of civility. Or perhaps the first step towards gaining her as his wife and not some hated vixen that would be seeking his throat every time he'd turn around. A last measuring gaze was passed over her features whilst his men began returning from their tasks with their equines. These men stood out easily from the other men that populated the walls, and this inner yard. It was true that they were all for one reason or another living the life of an outlaw. Having joined his ranks for reasons of their own which varied in lengths and variations accordingly. Yet the men who followed him as his guard were much better armored and equipped. They seemed of the sort who was expertly experienced with the weapons of choice that were upon them. Their armor in turn was a mixture that allowed them their stealth for ambushing as well as the protection that was necessary for them to remain alive in a battle. He led them onwards. His hand taking to her elbow where flesh was his to touch and careen his calloused grasp upon. The softness of her flesh seemingly invigorating him amidst his movements, making him a twinge happier as he basked in that instinctually possession of a woman at his side. She'd be led through the working environment that wove a path around still prominent structures of rock that rose above the demise of buildings. Fitfully there were additional fortifications that she was led through where his men could make additional stands against an invading force, either that of tribal men at some point in its earlier use, and still kept in place as a backup even now. Nonetheless, she would be led onwards till they reached a rather large opening into the mountain itself. A blackened hole that led into the cavernous depths beyond the walls of the mountain which rose up well into the air in the formation of the volcano that even now had a habit of sending puffs of smoke into the far distant air. The path was aided with lengths of wood and planks here and there as was needed... “I am told you are one of the highest to be sought in the area where the Port of Kiel resides...why is this so?"
More a wild cat in the form of a woman would be a better descriptive of the Nordic woman. No debate on her words to forthcoming, and in that she'd accept a small victory, but a battle was yet to be waged. A glance down to where his hand laid claim upon her arm. Much could be denoted in the way one touched. Strength was defined by a level of gentleness. Rough flesh bespoke loudly over those of soft surface. It was then she'd glance up at him before he was leading her along the path. Once more icy shards of blue were in motion, taking in surroundings and the men that filled it. She knew well of the kind that had taken to serving this King, for it was ilk of the same like that served her back in Kiel. Men well paid to do what they enjoyed most, busting heads and kicking ass. She'd look upwards as they approached the dark opening, taking note of the terrain that lead to the mouth of the volcano looming above. Focus would shift back to the point of entry as they continued on, that was until he spoke. Head turned slightly as she gave him a side-long glance. "I didn't realize I was regarded in such a way. I could only attribute such comments to perhaps refer to my holdings." Simply stated. "Is that why you had me taken captive? To ask me that?" Aux had said he was after her because of barter with the Dracolich, but it wasn't the undead dragon that she was handed off to. So it left her to assume that the King was the Master-mind behind all this. Focus to return to the path ahead of them. "You could have just sent me a missive to inquire. I would have responded eventually." Features remained in that emotionless mask, however, a hint of amusement to be denoted in her tone.
As they strode onwards, and she would jibe her reply, an amused smirk twisted onto his features. An arm would then reach over her shoulders and fold across them to pull her nefariously into that fold of his bodies’ side where the angle of his ribs could be siphoned against the angle of one of her breasts whilst he turned her towards him some amidst their walk. He made as if she was becoming a welcomed pal of his whilst a plate of teeth gleamed their whites briefly in a grin as a mounted torch was passed upon their entry into the inner dwelling. “Nahhh, I have this great place I would have you join me at instead to speak of these things. You perhaps are lazy, and do not go out and travel, relying on messengers who could be killed and your letter unsent.....this way is much better! You are here, I am here...I can tell if you are lying to my face very easily!" His words were almost spoken in a toying way, and perhaps they were as he entrepreneur his way was more superior. She though, would be led still further, there were a few separations of the tunnel where it would fork off, the sound of picks being brought down upon rock echoing in the distant tunnels as they were passed. As well as the sound of whips slashing against flesh and the pain of overworked men. And the occasional outcry of a woman in utter dismay and helplessness-"...You seem to know a lot about matters that we should speak of... Perhaps you know something I do not. Something that might be useful to me...that might bring something useful to you."
A glance up at him when he pulled her so near and tight against his bulk. She resisted the urge to pull away, or grind an elbow into his ribs, but it was thought. His words, however, would cause a shift of a brow as it raised slight with his jestful words. "So you're a man who takes what he wants, when he wants it." Not asking, more simply making a statement, although it was left for a response if he felt it necessary to give. When they passed the tunnels which emitted those torturous sounds, a glance would be made in their direction. She had no doubt the sounds from the women weren't due to the same form of torture being handed the men. Though outwardly she'd not react, and look ahead as if she never heard anything to begin with, or was easily able to brush it aside as inconsequential. However, it would be from those that made the sounds that allies could often be made. It would be his last words that had her looking at him inquisitively. "How do you know what I know a lot about? I didn't realize I was so popular that my name, interests and knowledge would be spoken of to the point where it would reach your throne in the Northern Territories." Hint of a smirk to form. "Though I'm unsure in exactly how we would be useful to each other." She'd hold up her bound wrists. "I'm your prisoner, not your advisor." Pointing out the obvious.
They would continue, the sound of his men still following behind was not so easily deciphered, but if one were to look behind them, they were still loyal to their duty and pursued it till they knew to do otherwise. They though, were not so close that they would distract the conversation ongoing, or perhaps even hear a whisper between them if one was made. Meanwhile their voices would sound off against the echoing cavernous walls as they came out into another larger chamber. One with stalagmites growing upwards, and downwards. A few dark pits leered along the path that had a glazed appeal to the rocky surface that he in turn led her around with little thought. Though a gracing look in its direction held him silent for a moment or three, as if the quiet silence in the pit was not to be interrupted, and there might be something within, unseen, to be feared enough to give it such respect. Once it was passed, and another entryway would lead through another torch lit tunnel, would he continue." You are my prisoner, now aren't you?" Such said in an antagonizing manner. "Tell me... what you know of the undead that brought you here...why you feared them not when anyone else would have soiled their leathers at the sight of them...”
When they passed the dark pits, her gaze would wander to peer into them. It was his actions and lack of speech that told her volumes about the area they passed. She could feel his grip upon her arm firm slightly, even if he didn't realize he had done such. This had her looking back up at him, silently adding another piece to a massive puzzle that was missing most. Once they past the ominous holes of darkness, his voice would once again rise to meet auditory. Then the jib of her being his prisoner, and this time he'd gain a snorted sound in return. Not very lady like, but then she was of Viking blood, so don't expect no Maid Mariam in this Nordic fem. "I may be your prisoner now, but one day the table will be turned." Touch more of a smirk, and this would be said by looking him directly into his eyes. Focus was then back upon the cavernous terrain in which they passed through. "Because I had met him once prior, and it was a cordial exchange of dialogue. I even fed his beast that he rides upon." Looking back over at him. "Besides, fear is the greatest weapon anyone can wield. Why give anyone that kind of power?" Hint, hint!
About this time, the ship that had brought Kat to Skull Island would be casting off, or already had an hour ago if not sooner. His men had their orders, they were to team up with the undead crew of the ship and give support to one of the promising weapons that the lich had collected with his return to the world. The weapon of course was a new warrior the bandit king himself had barely spent much time familiarizing himself with. Anything in regard to the lich was still something he kept away from until it had been proven fully that it could be trusted. There were matters at the port of Kiel that were to be dealt with the lich had told him. Matters that would be dealt with tonight. His men were sent to aid the lich in whatever business was being sent that way. In the meanwhile, those pale orbs were given a moment or two of his otherwise stern attention as they were caught. Seriousness was about him as they continued onwards, till the tunnel opened up yet again, one of numerous times and perhaps a monotony of times still to come... This chamber opened up into one where men began to be heard in the context of training. Hoarse outcries broke the distant silence along with the clamor of steel against steel, and the battering of bodies and the sounds of due pain.-"...hm...You sound quite hospitable to those who would have you as their captive...perhaps there will be of use for you afterwards....if you fail to prove yourself worthy to be mine. Tell me this then, you are of Norse blood? Your father, mother and so on?"
Now that comment did cause feathers to ruffle just a bit, if she actually had feathers that was. Narrowing of gaze as she glanced over at him. "I own and run my own businesses. Being cordial and hospitable is part of that role." Correcting his assumption of her acts, at least the way he made it sound to her. Chin lifted; there was that pride of hers. "Of course I'm Norse, as were my parents and their parents before. We're descendants of a Viking Lord." She was definitely Norse, right down to the bragging rights of their distant kin. "And who said you were going to easily claim me? Taking me as your prisoner is one thing, because you have your men to back you there. Claiming me is quite another. There, you have no army to support you against me." A challenge? More the truth. If he thought she was to be easily claimed, he had better think again. "That is unless you intend to keep me bound. Then I would place you on a coward’s level, because you'd not permit me the freedom to defend myself." As if she was completely defenseless. Get her to where there weren't a thousand men with weapons and she'd teach him a dance or two, or three.
It was a tactfully sound location to exhume a layer for his throne room in the foundation of these mountains. It wasn't the lowest of levels that he could reach, nor did he want to return to such levels of the mountains where the undead were unnumbered, and the lichs horde of beings were present and waiting to be sent amiss upon the world. The same depths where he had, a time ago, traversed the dangers of the ruins to seek out the lichs lair, and discover what treasures might become his. Instead, He found the lich, and the propaganda that would befall those who would hence stand in their path. The chamber he led her to be not as grand as the one upon the badlands, where his true kingdom resided. Where his full force of banditry and outlaws reigned and controlled every vestibule of the surrounding populations with fear and their demands. Yet, the chamber was more than large enough to suit his temporary purposes. Men were able to be beckoned from their own barracks and training chambers in the rooms prior if enemy invaded this far into the mountainous domain. Perhaps one of the last defenses he would have before he met the invading force himself. It would take quite an army to make it so far through so many defenses. Such an army he knew not of being in existence Nonetheless, he led the woman to the throne itself, where his arm would lower her to a set of cushions and pillows that were piled upon the carpeted dais at his feet. The mix of satin and silks was a welcome comfort to prior women who had been brought to him. Women she still knew not the fates of. -" You defend yourself with words better than most. If you defend yourself with anything more than perhaps it would be I who should be careful with my fear. Come, it has been quite a night for you. I would have you tell me of these... businesses that have made you so popular that you were brought to me..."
She'd not complain about the offered seat, or its softness. Especially after the distance of travel it took them to get to this point. She was also more on guard, he was being way too nice to her, and she still bound by ropes around wrist. A wary glance his way before the chamber they settled in would be focused upon. "I didn't realize that was why I was here. I had thought you were the master-mind behind my abduction. I guess I was wrong, so it means there's another whose mind is more mastering than yours." Little digs, little pokes, but she'd get them in when she could. Looking back over at him. "However, if you must know. I own several mines, plantations, farms, ranches, ships, a warehouse district, and an Inn, just to name a few." Not to mention the vast spans of land to which she held control. "All inherited." She'd be honest, since this would be easily found out anyways. Just not the terms behind which gave her such power and wealth. That she could defiantly give a song and dance around. She'd played this game too many times before. "So why do you hold such an interest in me? You have land, power, and armies. What could you want with the likes of me?" Focus would shift back upon him as she pegged him with her icy gaze.
Vitharr watched her with full intent to listen and learn who it was that sat by her this time. It seemed something he was of a mind to do, nor held any resemblance to want to disrespect her any more than he had already by keeping her bound, and subjecting her to being his captor. It was perhaps a sincere, silent means to prove a particular matter he had in mind. His voice remained strong and low as it'd rumble against the stone walls. Walls that seemed to have been chiseled upon, here and there a distinct marking or carving upon a rock had expired and remained as portions of a larger piece that had not crumbled into dust like the rest. There were a good handful of torches along the chambers length. Some of his men were at its entryway; the others had dispersed to their own chambers. There was as well a litany of weapons along the walls. Many of them large and oversized for one of her strength. They were all Nordic of origin crafting, and seemed to have been of some use at one point in time.-"....all that you have just told me about...I want it all. And I have just been given a key to obtain it that will be much easier than my normal methods...."
<--- To be continued .... --->