Chapter 1: Three sisters
'With visions burning in his mind Essalan led us to the great steppe, a paradise where the worthy would endure the harsh land for millennia. This savage land we watered with our spent blood, this proving ground we claimed with the bones of our dead. The clans sang his praises and he became more demi-god then mortal with each new telling. They named this new land Essalanea'
-The stone of Odoacer
Central Essalanea, 2019
Winter has come to the steppe, the sparse grasslands are frozen, the soil hardened until it is like bone. The carcasses of the dead line the wastes, predators peck uncaringly and tear at flesh and entrails that heat has long since abandoned. Death shadows everything with the arrival of the colder months, the beasts of the steppe grow ravenous and turn their hunger upon the children of Essalan or failing at that their own sick and young.
A wolf gnaws with crazed appetite at the guts of an overturned yak, so great is the hunger of the beast it refuses to run or acknowledge the three figures that pass by. These creatures are not wolf, their hairless flesh is wrapped in leather, fur and metal and they ride upon the backs of subservient beasts. These pale spectres wandering through the killing winds are human, the children of Essalan astride the plain their heroic forebear claimed so long ago.
These were no ordinary travellers, their layers of protective clothing concealed the markings and weapons of Kimbri warriors. They had left their heat drenched western holdings and journeyed east, a great gathering was about to occur and these three would add their mighty voices to the assembled clans.
Anegrette, eldest daughter-heir of Saskia* of Kimbri, rode at the front of the group, her brown hair bound up in braids and her face shielded from the elements by a thick bearskin cap. Her grey eyes gazed east, always further east. The winds bit into her flesh like ice lined fangs and the flecks of white frost made it near impossible to know which direction to take.
Upon seeing the wolf one of her party fire a rifle shot into the air, the feral beast tore a length of yak intestine free and fled with its gorey morsel firmly gripped between its jaws. The shooter dropped her hood to reveal a young woman in her early twenties, she was slight in figure and bore the same brown hair as Anegrette, but where Anegrette possessed eyes of deepest steel, this girl possessed warm brown orbs that gazed out at the world with a look that could politely be called mischievous.
'Damn wolves, Gaiseric clearly missed a few when he was entertaining unhorsed kings!' A female voice yelled over the chill winds
'It was one king Vivika and it was a trophy hunt, not a cull' Anegrette corrected
'Doubly useless then!' the woman called Vivika shot back
'If you spent as much time navigating as you did complaining we would have reached the meet by now!' Hilde growled in a low voice
The great winter moot had drawn representatives from every clan to the heart of the steppe, to the sacred city of Vosgotis. Anegrette could have journeyed comfortably using the ancient dirt trails that served as the nations main thoroughfares...but she had places to be before the moot that required secrecy.
It was part of the reason she had chosen to bring only Vivika and Hilde, Essalaneans were communal people by nature, but blood ties still held a certain loyalty that social ones could not match. Thus she had chosen her two surviving blood sisters to accompany her to the meeting that was about to occur.
Saskia, the red adder of the west had been a legend in her own time. She had founded the bustling free port of kimbria, elevated the Kimbri to the status of great clan in a single generation and just to top it all off had taken over 40 male lovers in order to ensure her supply of heirs would not easily run dry. Three remained, the survivors of the necessary rivalries and plots that only the strong could emerge from.
Anegrette had survived to take the throne of her mother through ruthless skill and wicked cunning, her two sisters, by comparison, had been fortunate to be only babes when all the madness of her mother's sudden death had ensued. Vivika was by far the youngest, stubborn and possessed of a free spirit that would make even Essalan unsettled. Hilde, by comparison, was warier, a quiet and stout woman who preferred to observe before she made her presence known.
'Enough!' Anegrette hissed irritably 'Are we close or not?' she asked Vivika bluntly
Vivika did not answer, she pulled a compass from her pouch and held it high scanning the device for direction. She grinned and returned the tool to her pocket with a self-satisfied look on her face.
'Judging by your canary swallowing smirk can I assume we are not lost, sister?' Hilde asked dryly
'We were never lost! I just had some trouble finding the way' Vivika shot back with a wink
Anegrette rolled her eyes 'Children!' she thought exasperated, she did not know where they found the energy to bicker so much
Hilde flashed three fingers* at Vivika who poked her tongue out in reply, the two sisters were as different as night and day. Hilde was like all of Saskia's progeny of the same mother but a different father, in this case, an unnamed Andrennian sailor, her blonde locks and hardy face instantly stood out when paired against Vivika's darker hair and complexion. She was night to Vivika's day and while neither would admit it, the two were inseparable.
'Are we close or not!' Anegrette repeated in an annoyed tone
'Should be right up ahead' Vivika replied with a slight grin
They pressed through the snows at a steady canter, something glittered in the haze and grew brighter the closer they drew. Anegrette was the first to fathom what it was, Fire! the lights of a makeshift camp. They dismounted and tied their horses to a waiting stand, the warmth from the blazing campfire was rejuvenating after so long in the snow.
Anegrette left her two sisters by the fire and walked towards a waiting Yurt, it was perched on a tall cliff overlooking the great towers of Vosgotis. Essalan's city glowed as though made of jewels, every light glittered in the distance. They would be entering the sacred halls soon enough, first though, a meeting.
She entered and found herself in the familiar comforts of an Essalanean Yurt, a tall man with night-black hair sat on a pile of furs face buried in a book with an unusual title. It was a red leather-bound tome whose title read in ornate golden lettering 'Keller's Encylopedia of Great Monarchies' She grinned knowingly.
'Spot of light reading little wolf?' she said in a teasing voice
'Research' Gaiseric replied saving his page and setting the book down gently
they embraced as he rose to greet her, his ever-present wolf cloak brushing against her cheek as she leaned in to kiss him softly.
'That makes braving the snowstorm entirely worthwhile' he said with a wide grin
'I could kill you for making me wander through that mess!' She said in mock irritance
Gaiseric sighed and released her from his embrace 'Im sorry Ana, we have spent so long hiding from prying eyes, I forget sometimes how exhausting it can be' he said with a mournful look upon his face
'This is the last time though, the moot will finally grant you what we have long sought!' Anegrette replied confidently
'Yes' Gaiseric replied solemnly
'A path to kingship, soon we will rule this land together, no more hiding in snowstorms from prying eyes' Gaiseric said his tone suddenly hopeful
Outside the voices of her sisters were joined with those of a man
'I thought you came alone?' Anegrette asked surprised
'I wish I had to be honest, Alric chomped the whole way here' Gaiseric said with a roll of his eyes
'Close enough' she replied with a chuckle
'The moot begins in two days, we need to discuss preparations' Gaiseric said suddenly serious
'Pour me some of that wine you have almost certainly brought and we will speak' She replied with a raised eyebrow
Gaiseric pulled a bottle from his saddlebags and poured two glasses
'To a new Essalanea!' he said clinking her glass
'To a new us' Anegrette replied with a knowing look
They downed their glasses and began to plot, outside the blizzard raged as though knowingly obscuring their voices.
*Saskia of Kimbria, elevated the clan Kimbri to great status in the early 1960's reigned from 1960-1995 when she died suddenly in her sleep
*An Obscene Gesture among the Kimbri
'With visions burning in his mind Essalan led us to the great steppe, a paradise where the worthy would endure the harsh land for millennia. This savage land we watered with our spent blood, this proving ground we claimed with the bones of our dead. The clans sang his praises and he became more demi-god then mortal with each new telling. They named this new land Essalanea'
-The stone of Odoacer
Central Essalanea, 2019
Winter has come to the steppe, the sparse grasslands are frozen, the soil hardened until it is like bone. The carcasses of the dead line the wastes, predators peck uncaringly and tear at flesh and entrails that heat has long since abandoned. Death shadows everything with the arrival of the colder months, the beasts of the steppe grow ravenous and turn their hunger upon the children of Essalan or failing at that their own sick and young.
A wolf gnaws with crazed appetite at the guts of an overturned yak, so great is the hunger of the beast it refuses to run or acknowledge the three figures that pass by. These creatures are not wolf, their hairless flesh is wrapped in leather, fur and metal and they ride upon the backs of subservient beasts. These pale spectres wandering through the killing winds are human, the children of Essalan astride the plain their heroic forebear claimed so long ago.
These were no ordinary travellers, their layers of protective clothing concealed the markings and weapons of Kimbri warriors. They had left their heat drenched western holdings and journeyed east, a great gathering was about to occur and these three would add their mighty voices to the assembled clans.
Anegrette, eldest daughter-heir of Saskia* of Kimbri, rode at the front of the group, her brown hair bound up in braids and her face shielded from the elements by a thick bearskin cap. Her grey eyes gazed east, always further east. The winds bit into her flesh like ice lined fangs and the flecks of white frost made it near impossible to know which direction to take.
Upon seeing the wolf one of her party fire a rifle shot into the air, the feral beast tore a length of yak intestine free and fled with its gorey morsel firmly gripped between its jaws. The shooter dropped her hood to reveal a young woman in her early twenties, she was slight in figure and bore the same brown hair as Anegrette, but where Anegrette possessed eyes of deepest steel, this girl possessed warm brown orbs that gazed out at the world with a look that could politely be called mischievous.
'Damn wolves, Gaiseric clearly missed a few when he was entertaining unhorsed kings!' A female voice yelled over the chill winds
'It was one king Vivika and it was a trophy hunt, not a cull' Anegrette corrected
'Doubly useless then!' the woman called Vivika shot back
'If you spent as much time navigating as you did complaining we would have reached the meet by now!' Hilde growled in a low voice
The great winter moot had drawn representatives from every clan to the heart of the steppe, to the sacred city of Vosgotis. Anegrette could have journeyed comfortably using the ancient dirt trails that served as the nations main thoroughfares...but she had places to be before the moot that required secrecy.
It was part of the reason she had chosen to bring only Vivika and Hilde, Essalaneans were communal people by nature, but blood ties still held a certain loyalty that social ones could not match. Thus she had chosen her two surviving blood sisters to accompany her to the meeting that was about to occur.
Saskia, the red adder of the west had been a legend in her own time. She had founded the bustling free port of kimbria, elevated the Kimbri to the status of great clan in a single generation and just to top it all off had taken over 40 male lovers in order to ensure her supply of heirs would not easily run dry. Three remained, the survivors of the necessary rivalries and plots that only the strong could emerge from.
Anegrette had survived to take the throne of her mother through ruthless skill and wicked cunning, her two sisters, by comparison, had been fortunate to be only babes when all the madness of her mother's sudden death had ensued. Vivika was by far the youngest, stubborn and possessed of a free spirit that would make even Essalan unsettled. Hilde, by comparison, was warier, a quiet and stout woman who preferred to observe before she made her presence known.
'Enough!' Anegrette hissed irritably 'Are we close or not?' she asked Vivika bluntly
Vivika did not answer, she pulled a compass from her pouch and held it high scanning the device for direction. She grinned and returned the tool to her pocket with a self-satisfied look on her face.
'Judging by your canary swallowing smirk can I assume we are not lost, sister?' Hilde asked dryly
'We were never lost! I just had some trouble finding the way' Vivika shot back with a wink
Anegrette rolled her eyes 'Children!' she thought exasperated, she did not know where they found the energy to bicker so much
Hilde flashed three fingers* at Vivika who poked her tongue out in reply, the two sisters were as different as night and day. Hilde was like all of Saskia's progeny of the same mother but a different father, in this case, an unnamed Andrennian sailor, her blonde locks and hardy face instantly stood out when paired against Vivika's darker hair and complexion. She was night to Vivika's day and while neither would admit it, the two were inseparable.
'Are we close or not!' Anegrette repeated in an annoyed tone
'Should be right up ahead' Vivika replied with a slight grin
They pressed through the snows at a steady canter, something glittered in the haze and grew brighter the closer they drew. Anegrette was the first to fathom what it was, Fire! the lights of a makeshift camp. They dismounted and tied their horses to a waiting stand, the warmth from the blazing campfire was rejuvenating after so long in the snow.
Anegrette left her two sisters by the fire and walked towards a waiting Yurt, it was perched on a tall cliff overlooking the great towers of Vosgotis. Essalan's city glowed as though made of jewels, every light glittered in the distance. They would be entering the sacred halls soon enough, first though, a meeting.
She entered and found herself in the familiar comforts of an Essalanean Yurt, a tall man with night-black hair sat on a pile of furs face buried in a book with an unusual title. It was a red leather-bound tome whose title read in ornate golden lettering 'Keller's Encylopedia of Great Monarchies' She grinned knowingly.
'Spot of light reading little wolf?' she said in a teasing voice
'Research' Gaiseric replied saving his page and setting the book down gently
they embraced as he rose to greet her, his ever-present wolf cloak brushing against her cheek as she leaned in to kiss him softly.
'That makes braving the snowstorm entirely worthwhile' he said with a wide grin
'I could kill you for making me wander through that mess!' She said in mock irritance
Gaiseric sighed and released her from his embrace 'Im sorry Ana, we have spent so long hiding from prying eyes, I forget sometimes how exhausting it can be' he said with a mournful look upon his face
'This is the last time though, the moot will finally grant you what we have long sought!' Anegrette replied confidently
'Yes' Gaiseric replied solemnly
'A path to kingship, soon we will rule this land together, no more hiding in snowstorms from prying eyes' Gaiseric said his tone suddenly hopeful
Outside the voices of her sisters were joined with those of a man
'I thought you came alone?' Anegrette asked surprised
'I wish I had to be honest, Alric chomped the whole way here' Gaiseric said with a roll of his eyes
'Close enough' she replied with a chuckle
'The moot begins in two days, we need to discuss preparations' Gaiseric said suddenly serious
'Pour me some of that wine you have almost certainly brought and we will speak' She replied with a raised eyebrow
Gaiseric pulled a bottle from his saddlebags and poured two glasses
'To a new Essalanea!' he said clinking her glass
'To a new us' Anegrette replied with a knowing look
They downed their glasses and began to plot, outside the blizzard raged as though knowingly obscuring their voices.
*Saskia of Kimbria, elevated the clan Kimbri to great status in the early 1960's reigned from 1960-1995 when she died suddenly in her sleep
*An Obscene Gesture among the Kimbri
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