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Subject: {ASSM} Slave Raiders Series Part 1
Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2003 02:10:07 -0500
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David Actually wrote these stories, I'm just the designated poster :)

Dalvid stroked the mane of his horse as he surveyed the village below, discussing
plans with Ragnor, his deputy. 
 
"You ride around that side, and hide behind the ridge," he directed. "I will take 
Ladnar, Durip, Token, and Kalhune with me. You take the others with you. When you 
arrive, signal your readiness. When you see me start my gallop toward the 
village - and not before - you lead your contingent and do the same. We take as 
many as possible: Each man will be expected to get at least one." 
 
"What if things go wrong?" Ragnor asked. 
 
"If we do things right, things won't go wrong," Dalvid responded dryly. "I want 
to avoid violence if possible. No man will draw his sword unless I draw mine 
first. Is that understood?" Dalvid asked. 
 
"Yes Sir," Ragnor responded. 
 
Dalvid peered over at Ragnor's hand twitching impatiently on the hilt of his 
sword. "You're not in the royal marines anymore" he added, "we avoid violence 
here." 
 
"Yes Sir," Ragnor responded, taking his hand off his sword, and moving it about 
nervous, wondering what else could occupy it, settling on scratching his unshaved 
cheek. 
 
"What do we do after we've taken them?" Ragnor inquired. 
 
"We gallop away, as fast as possible," Dalvid responded. "I will make sure all 
get away. Make sure you watch me; if my sword is drawn, then you will come to 
assist. If my sword is not drawn, keep riding away. And remember, they may 
struggle. They may struggle a surprising amount. We don't want to hurt them, but 
we don't have to be gentle either," he finished, smiling grimly. 
 
"Yes Sir. I understand." Ragnor answered with acknowledgement. 
 
"Every man must make it back to camp," Dalvid instructed. "I have never lost a 
man, and I don't intend to now. Remember, these are only simple villagers, they 
probably don't have weapons. There shouldn't be any need for violence." 
 
With that the lesson was over. Dalvid led his four men slowly, cautiously, down 
the ridge, and into a glen. Kalhune, with his keen eyesight and reliable manner 
was placed on watch for the signal. Dalvid signalled for his men to dismount. 
 
"It should take them a quarter-watch to reach their position," he observed, 
beginning to distribute rations of bread and dates. "Let's rest here a while. 
This should go well, although I am a little worried about that Ragnor fellow; 
I feel that if he were to have his way, every man in the village would lay dead 
by sunset." 
 
The men dropped to the ground, sitting and talking. They were all slightly 
nervous, as always, but having all done this before, they were growing accustomed 
to it. The wages were good, and the work exciting; who would be a farmer or a 
fisherman when one could get a job like this? 
 
They started talking, sharing past experiences, and joking, getting louder and 
louder. Durip was just starting to tell the story of the one time an arrow almost 
hit him, when suddenly Dalvid gestured for them all to be silent. Gesturing 
towards the woods, he pointed out a woman, walking in the forest, apparently 
picking flowers. 
 
Dalvid whispered for his men to remain still, and slowly, stealthily moved 
towards her. She was beautiful: brown hair, blue eyes, nicely tanned skin. He 
motioned for Token to follow him, and go around behind her. Token quickly got 
into position, and then at Dalvid's signal, leapt out behind the woman, and 
smothered her mouth, grabbing her hands. 
 
The woman struggled, but to no avail. Soon she found herself surrounded by no 
less than five armed men, cowering in fear, as Token held her mouth. 
 
"He is going to let go of your mouth, and you will not scream." Dalvid instructed.
"Understood?" 
 
She did her best to motion to nod. 
 
"Very good" he said, and motioned for Token to remove his hand. 
 
"Please sir," she started, tears filling her eyes with fear. 
 
"You will be silent," Dalvid instructed. "You will speak only when spoken to." 
 
She fell silent before him. 
 
Dalvid motioned to Token, and Token produced a rope, quickly tying her hands in 
front of her. She started to say something, but a stern look from Dalvid made her
change her mind. 
 
"What is your name woman?" He asked. 
 
"Li'sar Sir," she said whimpering. 
 
Dalvid smiled. He was hatching a plan to make this raid a few percent more 
profitable. "We will tie her to a tree," He instructed "After we are finished 
with the raid, Token and I will make a detour back here and get her. Then we will 
meet you back at camp. Kalhune will be in command in my absence. Understood?" 
 
The men nodded in agreement, and were already grinning at the catch they had made.
Sometimes little bonuses like this just happened. 
 
Li'sar found herself tied to the nearest tree, unable to move. Token moved to gag 
her as well. 
 
"Don't worry about the gag," Dalvid instructed. "I have told her she is not 
allowed to speak or make noise, and she won't, will she?" he asked, looking at 
her. 
 
"N-no sir," she replied. 
 
"Excellent" Dalvid said, smiling. 
 
Time passed. Li'sar sat, shuddering, terrified out of her mind. Dalvid looked 
over at her every now and again. Something about her appealed to him. He was 
looking forward to tonight, in a way he hadn't for a very long time. Finally 
Kalhune spoke, "Sir, they are in position." 
 
The men mounted their horses. Dalvid waited, looking at the village; waiting for 
an opportune time. They would strike before the men of the village arrived back 
from the fields. He analysed the individual houses, watched the women of the 
village, wondering which would be the best takes. 
 
Suddenly he made his decision. It was time! Spurring his horse, he started 
galloping towards the village, raising his hand to signal to the others. He saw 
Ragnor's men emerge from the opposite ridge. He had estimated the distances well, 
they would each arrive at the village at almost exactly the same time. 
 
As the people of the village heard the galloping, and saw the mounted warriors 
charging at the village, they began riding in different directions in panic, 
screaming in terror. 
 
Dalvid decided upon his target, a young woman who looked young and attractive 
enough, in the three seconds he could lay his eyes on her anyhow. He bent down 
and wrapping his arms around her waist, hoisted her up onto his horse, holding 
her around the waist. 
 
He looked around, confident his own men would do well, but a little concerned as 
to the experience of Ragnor's company. Indeed, Ragnor still had not gotten a 
woman, and neither had several of his men. Dalvid was forced to come to a virtual 
standstill, waiting. Then he noticed that some men from the village had noticed 
something, and were coming back towards it. They were still a way off, but were 
now running. He considered that they might even be armed. 
 
"Hurry up!" He shouted as largely as he could. "Look take that one!" He pointed 
to one man. He didn't like the feeling of being a sitting duck, as he held this 
struggling woman around the waist. 
 
Finally all his men had grabbed one. Dalvid looked over his shoulder at the 
approaching townsmen. They were within two hundred paces now. He spurred his 
horse, and away they went. He had not seen a stables in the village. The 
villagers probably didn't have any horses; there would be no meaningful chase. 
 
Dalvid signalled for the other men to go on, while he and Token made their 
detour to the glade that Li'sar was tied up in. Dalvid was pleased to see her 
tied just as she was left. He and Token dismounted from their horses, letting 
the women they held go free. The woman Token held tried to run. Token held her 
tightly. 
 
"You women don't want to make things worse for yourselves," Dalvid said 
gruffly. He held onto the girl he had caught by the wrist, she broke down in 
tears and started begging to be let free. 
 
"Silence woman!" He ordered. He motioned for Token to produce the rope. Soon 
all three women were tied by the hands in front of them, and tied together in 
a line. 
 
"Is it just me, or do these females get more and more stroppy each time?" 
Token asked, irritated at the difficulty they were giving him. 
 
"It's unfortunate that they'll have to walurn 
to your homes." 
 
He considered the odds. These were not fighting men, and though he didn't 
consider himself a warrior, he knew how to use a sword. Still, he wouldn't 
want to have to fight all of them. 
 
"We won't give up without a fight" the man answered him, and the others jeered 
in agreement. 
 
Dalvid noticed out of the corner of his eye, his men coming, riding through 
the forest. They had come at last! Not a moment too soon. His confidence rose. 
"We will fight you if we must," Dalvid responded, and he drew his sword; it 
flashed in the sunlight. 
 
The blade was two full feet long. An intimidating sight. He brandished it, 
threateningly. The men paused. Two of them readied their arrows; Dalvid 
doubted whether their arrows could even reach him at this range. 
 
"This may be your last chance," Dalvid shouted. "I am backed by my men. We are 
all fully armed and mounted. We could slay every last one of you if we 
wanted." 
 
"What men?" The leader sneered, and with that his men started advancing up the 
hill. Dalvid didn't move, looking down at them, sword drawn. 
 
Ragnor was the first to reach him, seeing his leader with his sword drawn, he 
drew his also. The sight of one mounted warrior atop a hill soon changed to 
five. 
 
"Let's destroy them!" Ragnor exclaimed. 
 
"Hold!" Dalvid said firmly, hoping the men wouldn't hear of his reluctance. 
 
The villagers paused. Dalvid sought a diplomatic solution again. "This may be 
your very last chance. My lieutenant here is ready to cut you all limb from 
limb." 
 
"You can't just take our women and get away with it!" One man screamed. 
 
"We just did" Dalvid responded, noticing them still advancing. He had been 
planning to simply take the women and run, but this had come to a head. He 
would have to stare them down now; he would give them an ultimatum, and if 
they defied it, his threat would not be a bluff. 
 
Dalvid pointed his sword at a rock that the men were approaching. "Any of you 
who passes that rock will be cut down" he said. "Who wants to be first?" Then 
he turned to Ragnor, "if any of them pass the rock, see to it that they die. I 
will leave you to see that it is as I say." 
 
With that, he turned from the hill crest, and made his way down to find the 
three miserable women, still tied to the tree. Looking at the ropes, he saw 
that they had been trying to get free. The oldest trick in the book. The first 
thing taught in this line of work is how to tie a proper knot, one that none 
could ever escape from. 
 
"You soil your pretty wrists" he said to Li'sar, seeing the rope burns she had 
given herself. "Valuan men are not pleased by such things." 
 
She spat at him. Spat at him! He raised his hand, as if to strike, but then 
withdrew it. No, the time for punishment, the time for teaching of lessons was 
not now; not yet. He stored that one inside, knowing that he would get his 
opportunity to teach her a little later. 
 
He looked towards the hillcrest. A disappointed Ragnor led the men down from 
it. The villagers were not quite that foolish. 
 
For all his misgivings, Dalvid couldn't help thinking that having a 
bloodthirsty warrior as a member of his company was good under some 
circumstances. He would have hated to have to have killed one of the men 
himself. 
 
Dalvid lifted Li'sar onto his horse, and Token and Kalhune took the other two. 
Having dispensed with the villagers, Dalvid was happy that tonight there would 
be no chance of a confrontation with them arriving at the camp. He and his men 
could relax. 
 
"The villagers said that they were going to send for help - send for soldiers 
from Sernan" Token reported to Dalvid. 
 
"Such an empty threat," Dalvid said. "I don't think they even had a horse in 
the village. It would be a day before they got the word out, and even if 
soldiers came from Sernan, they would have no hope of overtaking us before we 
arrive safely in Valua. Even with the females, it's no more than two days from 
our camp back to Valua." 
 
His men nodded in agreement. Villagers often made threats like that in such 
situations. Dalvid knew from years of experience that there was little they 
could do. 
 
As they arrived back at their camp, Dalvid mused on what an interesting night 
it was going to be.

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