DerMaiden

     “Are we there yet Auria?” Thyra said. She glanced down at the white elephant she was cradling, patting it on the head as it gave out a sick rumble. “Are we there yet? We can slow down the pace and take a breather. After all, what will those arrogant French, er, Frankish bastards going to do us? Kneecap us? We came down to Aachen and we kicked ass.” “No, no, no, and no for the eighty-second time,” Auria said. She did not bother to turn her head from the rickety cart laden with various bags she was pushing. The cart’s wheels crackled on the forest path, smashing rocks, splintering dead tree limbs,

They had been studying the sunstone for hours when it erupted with a blinding light. When their vision cleared, they found themselves towering over an earth and timber wall with clusters of various wooden houses, partially covered in snow. They were tall enough to see the cold gray-green line of the ocean horizon over the rooftops, broken by the contrast of brightly colored sails and painted shields adorning the longboats that bobbed up and down. There was a moment of stillness on the crowded decks as scores of hardened sailors stared at the pair of 7 meter tall blonde women that were suddenly just …there. Took out enclosed, too cumber