The Berserker Wars
A Fantasy RPG


Index

1. Index
2. Plot
3. Rules and Guidelines
4. Updates

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PLOT
In the North lands there were dangerous warriors known as the Berserkers.These men and some few women could put themselves into a state that would make them ignore any pain that they would have felt,increased their strength,stamina,speed.They became what would almost be the perfect fighter.In the many years of battles between other clans and land hungry chieftains the power and the legends of the berserker spread across the land.

In the North they were known as the Bear shirts from the large bear pelts they bore upon their shoulders.In the South lands they were called the Death bearers,fighting until their heads were removed.In the west they were called Battle Spirits,Fighting so fiercely that battle was drawn to them and made from them all in the same.And in the east they carried no name for they were considered a demon that should not be spoken of.

Now as the wars continued to rage on and the surrounding lands were drawn into the wars.Either through wonder in what the "Legendary" fighter were able to truly do in battle or because they were lead by a chieftain.In one of the last touched Cities tucked away in the frozen mountains Sat the counsel of the village deciding what to do.The only way to stop the wars was to stop the Chieftains who were protected behind their armies.Now with the war beginning to press down upon the village they had to make a decision and choose their best to go forth and seek help from unlikely allies of mages and monsters to calm the land once more so it was not stained red.

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RULES
1. This is a literate role play. I ask that you post as big as you can; I like to keep the posts a decent size. Please use the best spelling and grammar that you can muster. I know that nobody is perfect, but I won�t allow chat talk (ur the 1 im talking 2) or actions such as (*walks through forest*) If you do not meet my requirements you will not be permitted to participate.
2. This is a long term role play. If you do not plan to subscribe, don�t join. And please, don�t post too often, and give other players chance to keep up.
3. Notify me if you will not be able to post for a large amount of time.
4. You may not kill another character unless the person playing that character gives you permission.
5. No god modding. You can�t be Mr. Almighty Invincible Man of Doom here.
6. Romance, but keep it PG13.
7. Keep to the plot. Branching off into sub-plots is fine, and even encouraged, but please stay to the story.
8. PM me your biography. DO NOT post it I want to look over your character
9. With your bio send me a sample of your other role plays so I can judge.I know its not right but its to help keep the thread alive.

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"GUIDELINES"
Character Biographies
The following information is required for your bio.

Played by: Dragonsmithy
Name: Drakeion Argetfang
Known as: Death Paw
Appearance: 6'5",225 pounds with ice blue eyes like the surrounding mountain snow.Soft gold colored hair and a soft tan to his skin to help hold in the hidden sun.Muscle and scared from years of fighting,his body not as carrying as much agility as when he was younger but it carried the cut of many hard years in the mountains.His body was always clad in the heavy pelts of the surrounding Bears,His boots,pants and shirts were also made from the fur and leathers of the animals.At his waist under his fur rested his prized long sword and on his back his bow.
Personality: Loud and very stuck on being in control.Tho not one of the elders of his village he is one of the fighters and protectors,sometimes carrying more weight then any one else in the village.He protects his family,friends and land with his Berserkers rage and will die killing as many enemies he could to protect it and all in it.
History: Born to a warrior and craftsman of the village who linage goes back to the beginning like most.His father before him and down the line were all great warriors but only a few carrying the honorable title of berserker.Drake's father carried the wounds of such a life.His body twisted and covered in scars his father could no more fight in his old age as much as could a new bore baby.Now reaching the prime of his life and the ravages of the wars coming closer to his home Drake strives to find a way to protect it and stop them one way or another.With or with out the help of others from the surrounding lands.
Other sad opional)

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UPDATES
Not much of an update right now but I don't need all fighters.I need some other people as well.Be it a mage or rouge to a smith or lorest.

Now Reciveing Profiles.

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"We must not get involved..."

"Yes we must before are village is wiped from the mountains..."

"If we don't get involved then they won't know we are..."

"And if we do we can stop them from...."

Like always during the long almost quite nights the elders were at each others throats fighting over if the village as a whole if they should be involved in the wars.The village was well defend if they were attacked,being built from the rock face itself there was not much in the way of fire or siege they had to worry about.They houses were not grand style like most probably the farthest thing other cities had.The homes were furnished with cloth,furniture,bedding,food everything was from the land.From the massive pelts used as clothing,blankets and doors.To the fins crafted trunks of trees into chairs,tables and anything else needed.During the short spring and summer months small farms would be planted in the fertile valleys but fish and wild game were hunted year found and provided for most of the village.Since the war much of the game had moved into the mountains which was liked by them but also dangerous for the beast that ate flesh as well moved closer to man and that always caused problems.

Places were the mountains allowed access into the circular valley were the city was placed there were post.Look outs to warn the village or protect if from something come the need arise.Drake was one of this watchers but his post was not on the ridge surrounding the city or the foot hills of the mountains but in the city itself.He had chosen a place high on the out crops of the cliff face.Many hard hours of labor but he had cared the mountain in some points that no matter were he was he could see the city in his perch.Much of his time was spent on the ground working or training and if not there in the Great hall throwing words back and forth with the elders he was away fighting the closing armies of the surrounding chieftains.But there was something different this night,the tide of the way was shifting and not for the best.

He had heard rumors that one of the Western Warlords was contracting ever berserker, mage,archer and anything else for his arm in one final push to swipe the lands under his power.He could feel it in the air blood was going to be spilled on a great scale.He looked up from the fire he was starring at to the new face(s) who had come to the village.Apparently the elders had contacted with out the knowledge of the village as there extra protection.Drake didn't know of their origins or anything else and didn't like them coming into the village.He never liked many outsiders but if he was going to save his village then he would have to get help from some were even outsiders.He gave a snort and spit into the fire before standing up and refilling his drinking horn.

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Siberia was sitting around the fire with the other outsider warriors. she had been called her. Though her village was very close by. Different to this one with customs. For instance, she had not scene one person with tattoos such as her own. She was sitting with her back towards the fire. Warming her back while wrapping a piece of wet cloth around her sore wrist. Soothing it from the dull pain that surrounded her arm. Slowly the warrior moved her fingers. Some areas of her body did this sometimes. Just from the ware and tare of battle. Continually tearing her muscles into thread. Though they would build back stronger each time. She could feel the uneasiness in the air outside and slowly rose. The elders had been still at it. They usually were even at this time of night. There was a taller male spitting into the fire behind her. Though she ignored his habits. Siberia turned around towards the fire. Looking into it.

"Can you feel it?" She asked her fellow warriors. Never looking up from the spell the fire had on her. Brown eyes seemed completely focused in the twisting flames. The man who had just spat into the fire stood suddenly. Leaving Siberia with the others. She did not say much else. She not being much of a talker. Some of the others spoke. Gloating about past battles. They victories and such winnings. Things Siberia took no care to listen. She slowly rose herself. Patting her pants off of the dirt and turning away. Looking over the void of the cliffs towards the water.

((Not as long as I wanted it it to be, but I wasn't sure what to write..))

Caitlyn heard the sound of the warriors as she neared them. She had her gray wolf at her side as she walked. She had been in the mountains hunting and scouting. She had been hunting more herbs for her to dry and use to help all those who would need them soon enough. The air was think with anticipation of battle. She had brought some small game back with her from the mountains for the warriors knowing most would be hungry. Most where during such a cold winter. But she rather enjoyed the cold and the things it brought. At lest in the cold you didn't have to worry about insects or pollen from flowers. She loved everything about the snow and the mountains if she had it her way she would never leave the mountains.

She walked down the mountain and to her shed and put her herbs away she had found that day. She laughed as she saw her wolf playing in the snow as she walked out of her home and played with him. She then took the small game and walked into the village as she delivered it to the ones she knew could use it. She saved the last one for some one special though she wandered where he was. She knew if she saw any of the warriors he would be there. Of all the men she had met in her life he was the strangest but the only one she held any respect for. She laughed as her hair danced about her as a light wind began to blow sending fresh snow up around her and her wolf making her feel like a kid again as it danced about her.

"Feel it....feel it, of course we can feel it, we taste it, smell it, it batters are sense like the wind and rain does the mountain."

He snapped back as he sat back by the fire,the drinking horn in hand.He took a long drought from it once again and looked to the woman who had spoken allowed.He had heard rumors of her, a female berserker, he couldn't help but laugh at the thought.He knew women that were strong but he had never seen any do damage in battle unless they were wielding bows or backstabbing.He chuckled to himself and finished off the horn before placing it on the ground next to him.His voice was snide and sharp,he didn't want these people here.Strangers all of them and who knew what curses they may bare down onto this village and Drakes people.

"So what use does a woman have to are aid? You look like a warrior but you don't seem to have the soul of a fighter."

He looked up from the woman watching out into the land and to the movement to his side and the scent in the air.His eyes pin pointed the small figure making her way towards the fire.A small curl on the edges of his lips and a soft laugh carried upon the air.He stood from the fire and waved to her and her pet.He knew of the healer of the mountains,she had saved the lives of many of his fellow villagers.He had never known her personally but stories in the mountain villages traveled far and wide.He knew the stories of him and they all made him out to be a monster which was close to the truth.He gave a final wave before he sat back down to await the answer of this woman who was pretending to be a warrior like he.

Siberia took her seat. Back against the fire. She knew and was waiting for the snide comments about her being here. Why would a women want to fight? Was it not her place to be back at home. Caring for the four children and possible real warriors she had growing up? Awaiting her husband to come home after each battle to be at his beck and call. Being nothing more than some to make children, cook and maybe hunt when the husband was not there? Yes that was the life she longed for. Siberia loved her mother with all her heart, but wanted to be nothing like the dear women. She said nothering back to the rude male sitting across from her. Narrowing her eyes a bit at the foul man.

She looked up into the distance. Seeing a women approaching along side a pet. One of which she only guessed was a wolf from the outline. The man in front of her waved a few times as the women. Knowing he was thinking and wondering why wouldn't she, herself be a healer. Siberia saw the healing profession as noble, but simply not for her. She survived her fair share of battles. Siberia went back to looking to the flames as she spoke again.

"You are the great Drakeion Argetfang I take it?" Saberia paused a brief second. Standing back up. "It is wonderful when they do need to call us weak women to protect this fair place. You owe us respect. Since it does seem you do not fit the job of a warrior yourself when your elders are calling upon help." She shook her head a bit, walking down towards the water.

He snatched the seax from his boot and threw it in her direction.He watched it glide by her calf and stabed into the snow.He lifted himself from his seat with a growl and took a few steps in her direction.

"Do not talk down to me in my own village! If i had my way none of you would be here but the elders are law not me. You have a sharp tongue but that means nothing to the enemy."

He walked up and snatched the large knife the snow and stayed in his place behind her.He towered over the woman and glared at her with eyes as cold as the ice around them.His nose twitched at her scent and the sharpness of her tongue caused his blood to boil.He would have no trouble striking a woman who wanted to stand up like a man.She had not proven herself to him so she was still week and strong words would not replace the skill of a blade,bow or magic.

Caitlyn shifted her leaf green eyes as she felt the wind asking her to turn and look where where it asked. She laughed and smiled as she found him. She rolled her eyes as she thanked the wind and looked to her pet and who had spotted him as well. "Go" She said as she watched her pet bolt from her side with the small game from the mountains she had brought for him and the group. She had tied the pet down with them and laughed as she watched it run and bounce trying to get to the fire place before her. She rolled her eyes as she followed behind him. She kept a stead pace and stopped once she had reached the fire and the others. Her eyes met his as she gave him a warm smile then looked to the others.

She stepped back as she saw the scene unfolding before her. She moved her hand near her side and her bag ready to help both clam down if they needed to. Her wolf let out a growl as it appeared in front of her ready to defend her if any fighting broke out. She may not be in their ranks but she knew enough to know you never spoke unkind to the leader.

She heard the man coming from behind her. Anger stomping in his steps. Something that would not scare her. Just the same, this man had not proven himself to her. Only now he seemed like every other man out there. She was watching his every action. He was fast, strong, and filled with anger. He did not want them there, and probably felt completely insulted by the elders from them being there. She could have only guess she would receive an introduction as such. Saberia still held her ground as he towered over her. Saberia was probably a full foot underneath him, but that was something she was used it. Who do you think she fought most of the time in battle.

Once she saw the knife in his hand, Saberia took her own out from her breast. Showing she was ready to prove herself if that is what he wanted.

"You doubt my skills in battle? Strike me down since it would appear I am not fit to walk this land." She dared him. Narrowing her own eyes to level with his own.

He growled at her words and actions and started to raise the weapon but lowered it.He looked to the healer and her pet and then back to the woman.He looked around to all the others that sat by fires and stood in the snow.A sigh passed his lips and the grip on the knife loosened.He shook his head for a moment and started to turn away but something in his mind went off,a cruel smirk grew on his face and he gripped the seax once again.

He backed up a few steps and to the side away from the fire and other people.He squared off with her so they were both on the down slope of the hill.He flexed his free hand and adjusted his grip on the handle and motioned her to advance on him.With the same tone and a cruel chuckle he lowered himself in a crouch to make himself even with her.

"Let see if you use that blade as well as you use that tongue. Beat me and you earn my respect, kill me and you may be given the title of berserker by the elders.Lose and you leave disgraced as a warrior, die and ill bury you like a mut."

Saberia noticed his uneasy movements right away. He was thinking about it. She had to wonder if her words confused him. Had he just been challenged? Hell yeah. Her blood started to pump as he searched around. Pumping with the drive to fight. It was a small high she felt going into any battle. A trained drug running threw her veins. As he lowered himself, she smiled. Knowing it was to insult her. She chuckled at this gesture. Deciding to play his game she crouched down herself.

"Sounds fair." she replied to him. Suddenly she leaped forward, running at him dead on. Though just as he moved to stop her, she jumped over his crouched form. Knowing his form was one made for offense and defense. She was on her guard. She flipped the blade around, tapping him in the center of his back with the but end of it. Proving to him she could have cut his spinal cord. She moved again suddenly, back to his front. He would have turned to face where she just was after all.

"I'll kill you both if you make a mess of yourselves. At lest make clean cuts so they want be a pain to heal and we want have to worry about infection setting in to them as bad." She said as she glared at the two and shook her head. She then shifted her eyes to her wolf as she looked to the others at the fire and took a seat beside them. She patted the now beside her as she looked back to her wolf. "You better just take a seat. We'll have our work cut out for us soon enough." She said as she passed some of the small game out to the others she had brought and kept the best rabbit for Berserker and the other for witch ever one lost. She would have been offended years ago if she would have meet the current Berserker in the village. He didn't like females who thought they could be berserker's or who thought they knew how to fight or give orders. But she had saved him the first time she had met him with the help of her sword and her skills with it. She was one of the few he kept quite about having a sword. Unlike most of the other females she knew how to use hers and was very deadly with it. When she aimed to aimed to kill not hurt. Besides she didn't need a title to make her a warrior her father had always taught her that a heart of one was just a well. She could tell this was going to be a long night with these two go at each others throat. It was a good thing she went into the mountains to get extra supplies because it looked like she was going to need them yet again thanks to the local warriors. Her eyes shifted from her pet as she looked to the others at the fire.

It was strange how none of them dared to talk him out of the fight but then again it was the great Drakeion Argetfang they where talking about after all. The stories that danced about the village of him would make you think he was a monster who killed anything that lived. But she knew better. He was a good man and only wanted to protect what was his that's why she helped him when she could. He might be a fighter but he wasn't a mountain man and didn't know how to read the land or move threw harsh conditions as she did. She had lived in the mountains most of her life and knew how to read any land. She knew that the new girl would have talk about how she slept with all the men tonight along with Caitlyn herself doing the same. It seemed that was the only thing she every got accused of. They never told about how man of their stupid life's she had saved instead they had to make her out a harlot though she never did anything with any one other than kill some beat a few heal the others. Some time the men could be such babies when it came to healing them and she had to get physical with them to make them behave and stop tiring to run when she would treat them. She had tied some down before and it didn't make her image look any better she knew but she was just doing her job. Just as tonight when this was done she would be cursing under her breath she knew as she treated them both. Their types never went into battle with out coming out with some scare or new injury. They always seemed to obtain the ones that took forever to heal and always found a way to get infected no matter what you did. When she had first started she thought that Death Paw as he liked to be called would get his wounds infected on purpose. But she dismissed that thought because no rightful minded person would do such a thing. Though it did anger her that only his wounds got infected no mater how she treated them when no others had ever. If they made a mess of themselves tonight she would punish them both and make them wished they had killed one another. It was to close for battle for none since like this.

He shook off the lose and stood up right.When she moved in front of him he kicked the snow into her face.Taking a step as he did he caught her in the side of the knee with the pommel of his seax.Grabbing a handful of hair he thrust the blade tip up to her neck and patted with the flat side of the blade.He gave a small snort and let her go with a shove.He kept his front to her and backed a few paces away towards the fire once more.His eyes moved around them to look at the growing crowd that had begun to form and watch the brawl between the fighters.

Drakeion snorted and spit into the fire,looked down to his knife and threw it into the ground.He removed his fur and tied his hair away from his face.He flexed against the cold and took a moment for his body to live in the weather once more.He tilted his head side to side and the sound of bones popping crackled over the fire.He inhaled a few deep breaths of the frozen mountain air and let it out in a roar that caused the entire valley to shake.Small avalanches began to go off in different parts of the mountains.

All the talking stopped,every person looked to the roaring man and made space for him and the one who was fighting.He banged on his chest with closed fist and motioned for her to come out him again.He was going to test her skills in the ways of old,before great warriors used weapons.He couldn't help but feel a little excitement from this,it would be a good preparation for the battle and a stress reliever as well.She seemed to know what she was doing but you never know an animals full power until its backed into a corner.

Caitlyn watched and stud as she let the last two there in a bag as she disappeared in the growing crowd. She had better things to do than watch this. She closed her eyes as she enjoyed the cool winds that started blowing string up the snow. She walked back to main part of the village and disappeared into one of the local shops. She greeted the owner as she was lead to the back of it where the owners child suffered from a cold and infection. She sat down beside the little boy as she felt his head and nodded as she looked at him. "It looks like you have been playing outside to long with not enough clothes on you have." She said as she pulled her bag from her side and walked to the Kitchen in the back and boiled some water and put some leafs in the pot as she made as special tea for the child. She then poured it in a glass as she pulled out some sweet bread she had made eariler that day to give to the children she would have to see. She knew they liked the sweet bread and it helped to make the tea taste better as they drunk it.

She walked back to the child with the tea in one hand and the bread in the other as the child smiled seeing her. She laughed as she handed the small boy both and watched him as he ate and drank both. "Now you must stay in for at lest two more days. I will be leaving your mother enough to make you tea for the next week. I expect you to drink it or you'll be worse and want like the next brue I'll have to use to get you better. Besides if you get better you can come see me and I will make you more sweet bread only if you help your mom around the shop though and be a good boy." She laughed as she saw the boy nod and look to his mother who was happy just to see her child eating something. Caitlyn stud as she walked out hold her bag and pulling out a small bundle of wrapped leaf mixture. She held it out to the boy's mother. "Give this to him once in the morning and once at night make sure it is hot." The woman nodded and looked a little sad as she took it. Caitlyn smiled as she placed her hand on the woman's shoulder. "Don't worry about payment just keep him strong and well and that will be payment enough. Besides my wolf enjoys his company so if he minds you well let him come and see us some time." She said as she laughed as the woman hugged her and thanked her.

Siberia shook her head a bit as it was released. He backed off, even though they both showed what they were made of. Drake must have scene something in her to back off so easily. Not that she cared much. If he were going to kill he, he would have. Same with her. Though Siberia had no reason to kill the man. even if he did seem very thick headed. Upon returning, she noticed the circle of warriors was even quieter than before. Carefully she picked the end of her shirt up and cleaned the blade. Shoving it back into her boot. The thing was, Siberia was carrying at least six blade on her body at all times. Where they were had been a secret. One that she would not tell unless one was play attention in battle.

The Medicine woman had left. Probably upset by the fighting. Though she heard the beating of his chest, and turned towards the gruff man. A rare smile of excitement crossing over her lips. Something about this small confrontation was making her blood boil. Warming her up. Carefully she lifted the coat from her body, throwing it to the ground. She was only in a shirt now, fighting the cold like he was. Though right then it was not much of a fight.

Siberia stood tall, making herself seem bigger for her opponent. Butterfly kick to the jaw will bring confusion, While confused, quickly slam the sides of his head with further confusion, Finally hopefully bring him down with a strong kick to the struname..Siberia though to herself. The thoughts seemed to last for quiet some time in her mind, though they really only lasted less than a second. Quickly she charged at him. One foot after another hitting the snow. She lowered her body suddenly, twisting around and spin kicking him across the jaw. Then she planted both feet on the ground while he was regaining his statue. Quickly outstretching both arms, she slammed her forearms into either side of his head. Hitting both ears enough to hopefully make them ring and confusing them further. She backed up a bit then slammed her foot into the middle of his torso. She stood straight.

He saw the attack coming and felt the impact of all the hits.His ears rang and his teeth rattled in his head from the impacts.A low chuckle rolled across his lips as he began to go forwards.After teetering a bit and starting to fall forwards,he jumped slightly forwards using the balls of his feet and toes.Throwing up his arms he grappled with her and landed in the snow.Using all his weight and bear hugged her in the snow,his lips resting on top of her right ear.his voice a whisper like the wound through the mountains.

"Fair enough,you have my respects and my blessings not to mention maybe even a piece of my heart."

The last bit was said with a chuckle as he began to lift himself up from her.He offered his left hand to her as the right brushed off a little snow.He couldn't help but laugh as the warriors began to yell for the one they wanted to win.When he was done brushing off the snow he raised his hand to silence them but kept his other offered to the warrior.He lifted his head slightly to the crowd and barked an order.

"Go fecth the healer I have need of her powers."

Siberia had the wind completely knocked out of her when Drake fell on top of her. Though she was quickly able to regain herself once laying in the snow. His lips resting on her ear sent a chill down her spine. Though she suddenly felt the cold of the snow as her body temperature adjusted back to normal. Siberia heard the whisper, and drew out a slow chilled breath. Whispering words along with it.

"It is something I will not take for granted." Siberia said back to Drake just before he stood up. She reached and took his hand. Shaking the snow from her back. Though she looked over at the other warriors. Some of them even had a very confused look on their face. Though at the mention of the healer, Siberia only laughed a bit.

"Do not worry Drakeion. I did no damage. Or at least nothing someone of your stature can not handle." Siberia's style was very different. Since she was a woman, she could not match the strength of a man. Therefore she had to be quicker and able to confuse an enemy. Instead of the traditional beating them to death. Siberia headed back over to the fire. Picking her long coat back up and throwing it over her body. Though she did not sit down. Instead she stood, feeling the cold wind on her face.

"Aye that is true but something to fight off the cold from the inside would not go amiss."

He picked up his top and knocked the snow from it.Putting it back on he readjusted his weapons and the thick furs.He followed her back to the fire.Picking up his drinking horn he filled it and offered it to her.

"It my only warm you for a bit but it warms the soul forever."

He chuckled at the comment for he remembered when an elder fighter had told him that during the biting cold like this to help him through his training.He liked this female warrior,she had shown more promise then most of the men in this village.That humbled him some but things would change when the fighting lines were drawn.He sighed heavy once the thought of the looming war reached back into his mind.The powers of the healer would be need tonight but only to numb his mind for what was too come.

Siberia looked up to the horn eying it for just a second before taking it from his hands. She nodded thanks to him. Going back to her usual quiet self. Even as she took a quick sip of the liquid in the horn. It did seem to warm her, though in an usual way. One she could not explain. Drinking reminded her about food. Funny how a bunch of warriors around a fire had not seemed to bring it up. She handed it back to Drake. He was a fair man now, though she would not forget his comments from earlier. Another thing about being a woman, they could hold anger for quite some time. Though Siberia would not hold it against him for long. A few rude comments would not get her down. She stood her ground, and that was that.

"Thank you." She said finally, looking to the distance for any sort of animal movement for them all the eat. At a first glance she did not see a thing.

"Are there any animals sacred to your people?" Siberia asked him. It probably seemed like a very sudden question, but she did not want to kill anything she would receive questions for later.

Caitlyn had just finished her rounds in the village as she turned hearing the sound of some calling for her. She looked at them and waited for them to speak as she stood in the cool wind that she loved. She gave a nod as she heard she was being requested by the warriors. But of course she was their kind always found a way to start some fight and need help. She looked to her pet as she headed back up to where the fire burned. She wandered if she was going to have a quick fix or have some that was going to take days or even months to hear. She slowly made her way back up the heal as she looked to her pet.

She looked at the one who sat at the fire as she neared. She then saw the two who had be in battle and was happy to see both in rather good shape. She wandered why she was being summoned none looked like they where on their death bead as they normally did when she was summoned. She stopped a few feet away from the fire and the group as her eyes landed on the female warrior. She then looked to the leader looking them both over for deadly wounds not seeing any happy for it. She was impressed that the female came out of the battle as clean as she appeared she would be high on the leaders respect list after this. Though she would have to learn how to hold that tongue of hers.

"Every animal is scared but they have a part to play in this world.As long as they are not wasted they are respected in death."

He replied shortly as he patted her gently on the shoulder and turned to the approaching footsteps and smiled softly to the healer.He gave a slight bow to her in respect and made his way to her.Gently he placed his hands on both her shoulders and patted gently in welcome.

"I am glad to see you still are here among us.I have need of your powers,i need something to ease my mind.I have had many heavy thoughts of late and need a way to relive them.Do you have something to aid this?"

He looked back to Siberia and gave a sharp whislte to grab her attnetion.The mentions of animals made his stmoach naw at him and he assumed the same for her.HE made a motion for her to follow and looked back to Caitlyn and motioned with his head.

"Come,let us get out of this snow for now so that we can warm are selves and speak away from everyone else."

"Just what I wished to hear." Siberia said to him. She could not see a thing moving though. It seemed most of the animals in these parts seemed to fear humans also. Except for the wolf that followed the healer around. Siberia had a weakness for wolves. Never could bring herself to kill one. She wore more rabbit and bear hides than anything. They were much softer any how. She heard the whistle and turned. Seeing the Medicine woman from before. Slowly she walked around the fire and went over to them both. Bowing to show her respect for the woman. Even if the woman seemed to only be annoyed at Siberia's very presence.

Siberia simply nodded in response to what Drake said. Ready to follow him.

Caitlyn gave a bow to death paw as she lifted her head hearing his words. She then turned and bowed to the woman in respect. She thought in silence as she stood there. Her hand quickly moving to the bag at her side as she rambled threw it. A slight smile appeared on her lips as she found what she needed. She wandered if he was wishing to have something to relax his mind truly or if he was wanting something so he could have some fun with the female warrior. She had never thought him for one but he was a man after all and all men have needs. She didn't really want to leave the snow or the wind she enjoyed it. Here was where she belonged. Her white hair and pale completion blended in well with her surroundings making her a better hunter in these harsh conditions that she was use to in her home.

She shifted her eyes to her pet as she turned and looked at it. "Stay out side." She said as she turned and followed her pet moving with her keeping perfect pace with her. It seemed to stare at the other two as if they where prey looking as if it was ready to attack though keeping it's self close to it's master never leaving or losing step with her. She watched as the wolf laid down once she reached where they where suppose to take warmth. She pulled out the leaves she held in her hand closing her bag as she waited to be invited in. Her wolf keeping it's eyes on her and the others looking like a rather jealous lover than a pet.

He used the front of his boot and pushed open the door.A gust of warm air hit his face and made it sting,which sent a small smile across his face at the warmth.He made a quick he made a motion with his hand and the two younger females working the loom and cleaning left,with a bow and thier cloaks around them.He motioned the others inside as he proped open the door.

"Welcome to my home,it is yours now until some one can replace you."

Siberia headed into the home after Caitlyn. Kicking her feet from the snow at the door. Being sure not to drag any inside. Seeing the two girls working, Siberia made sure to bow to them both. The place was very warm compared to outside. Carefully she lowered the hood on her coat. Pulling her long braided hair from it. She looked around the place. It was large, well at least larger than Siberia's own home. Then again it was pretty much a place with a fireplace, a bed, and a door. Not much to it. Drake was very well respected from what she observed at the fire.

"You have a lovely home." Siberia said to him. Complimenting the two working ladies at the same time.