A Saga From Vadismjord.

A Saga From Vadismjord.

An ancient keep shadowed by a fortress
Spired towers reach heavenward
A most formidable sight to behold.

The wealthiest of all, its people are fortunate
Her rulers are just, the kingdom stands loyal
And Her guards, The LuuNoct, the fiercest of all.

For centuries the land has been peaceful
Farming, creating, trading with her neighbours
Until one fateful day…..

Beyond the lands of the realm, mired in a haze
A battle looms as invaders from the beyond the west
See to extend their own lands and riches.

Spotted by scouts, coloured fire scorches the sky
The alert sounds the call to arms
Spurning the citizenry into a flurry of practiced patterns.


Armour donned, swords sharpened and sheathed
Horses and chariots mounted
Hooves sparking against the cobblestone ground.

The guard captain addresses his soldiers
No questions, no hestiation, just movement
Dust billowing around their heels.

Scouts sent in four directions, a pair of archers each
LuuNoct Alpha forge ahead on steed and foot
Through the forest to cutoff the enemy path.

LuuNoct Lui hold fast at the fortress
Gathering the people to safety
Secure the gates, man the walls.

Overhead in the towers nest The Arivirgyli
Their bows knocked and armed
Poised to strike down the threats they spy.

Deep in the keep, battle sounds echoing above them
Huddle the children, old and infirm
The vault beyond houses the treasures, stores and archives.

Standing silently in the keep, carefully following the sounds from above
Vadismjord’s LuuNoctmaer, Guardians of the Keep,
Mere womenfolk they are not, as history long ago taught the Vadi.

Their bodices gleam in the torchlight
Softly chiming as their skirts turn with them
Heavy boots move deftly into position as the battle shifts.

Armed with a short sword and dagger apiece
These stalkers will mete out your doom
LuuNoctmaer are Leggja Cultrinum specialists.

Beware Vadismjord’s bladed maidens and their poison imbued steel
Thrown from up to 30 feet with precision unmatched
Delivering a fatal dose of well chosen potions.

Many swear their existence is myth entwined in a ghost story
Women who fight and expertly dispatch their enemy
Difficult to fathom indeed.

But what of those who decided to test the validity of the myth?…..