Barbarian LFG

On the Jungles edge the savage drums and horns of Tortuga could be heard, calling all heroes forth to battle.

He pushed aside the leather tent flap and walked out into the morning light, stretching as if to shake the night's sleep from his frame.

He was a Cimmerian, tall, broad shouldered and deep of chest like many of his race, with a massive corded neck and heavily muscled limbs. His skin was burned a burnished bronzed from long days toil under the harsh unyielding sun. His brow was low and broad, his eyes a deep sapphire blue that smouldered as if with some brooding inner fire. His dark, scarred, almost sinister face was that of a fighting-man, and his armour barded his mighty chest and showed the hard, dangerous lines of his limbs.

About his chest was a heavy leather belt that held upon his back a great axe, fell and nameless but feared by many.

"Come forth, woman. the Drums call us. There is much sport to be had in Tortuga today"

She stepped from the darkness of the tent, shaking the lethargy of a long slumber from her body with the grace of a feral cat. She was tall, full-bosomed, and strong-limbed, yet formed like a goddess: at once lithe and voluptuous. Her whole figure reflected an unusual strength, without detracting from the femininity of her appearance.

Her bronzed limbs and the golden tan globes of her breasts drove a beat of fierce passion through the Cimmerian's pulse, a delight to him even in the panting fury of battle.

She wore breaches of dark leather, laced tight down the sides of her shapely thighs to the tops of her tall boots of hard leather . She had on a shirt of bright mail and a wide silken sash was worn as a girdle about her waist. On her hips were sheathed matching swords, short and broad bladed in the pirate manner

Her rich golden hair, lustrous as the setting sun, fell in rippling burning clusters down her supple back.

She turned toward him, her bosom heaving, her eyes flashing. Fierce fingers of wonder caught at his heart. Her dark eyes burned on the Cimmerian.

"Ready, Sheldor, Conqueror of My heart?"

"Ready, Penelope, My Queen of the She devils "

They drew weapons and walked toward the town, Looking For Group.

(with apologies to Robert E Howard and AoC)