Haghaidh adhmaid, A celtic town along the shore of Ireland, owned by the
raider chief, Luscious Haghaidh adhmaid. A rather large town, surrounded by a
dense forest, and tall mountains. Luscious and his finest warriors prepared for a raid
into England. Storing food in baskets, and weapons in chests, the lean karfi was
ready for battle. Accompaning the men would be Luscious's wife, Martha Haghaidh
adhmaid. Marthas job, was to cook, and clean for the band of raiders. Upon setting
out, Martha and Luscious said their goodbyes to their two sons, Tammo, and Martin.
Martin and Tammo expected the raids, they happened almost three times a month,
when the weather was fine, and the tide was on the sailors side. Luscious set out on
November 13, 1378, for England.
January 24, 1378, Luscious and his crew have arrived on the western shore
of England. The first raids went well... But not so well... no deaths, no injuries, but...
no loot. This was a problem, raiders needed loot to keep themselves afloat. Luscious's
plan was to move further inland, but at the risk of meeting up with English soldiers.
After a few more raids along the coast, Luscious had to make his move, soldiers or not,
he wasn't returning empty handed. He made the order to his troops, and after a few
nervous murmurs, they set out inland.
January 29, 1378, Luscious and his men struck good fortune, no soldiers
met them for battle, and the villages were helpless to defend themselves. As Luscious
predicted, the loot inland was much richer, more gold, clothes, and food. He and his
men celebrated everynight, with fine food and drink, thanks to Martha. As the Celts
prepared for another raid, something odd was in the air... when the Celts charged the
village screaming battlecries, they weren't met by the sound of the civilians
screaming... the whole town seemed to be deserted. Luscious stopped his men, it was
dead quiet... no sound at all. Luscious peered into the houses, looked across streets,
but found nothing... just as he was about to decide the raid was all the more easier, a
cry from one of his men said otherwise.
Luscious looked at the man who cried out, the man had a far away
expression on his face, and blood trinkled from his mouth... the man fell to his knees,
then to his stomach. Luscious was startled to find an arrow in the mans back, as
Luscious cried, "SHIELDS UP!", several more arrows flew through the air, hitting
shields, and one of the mens legs. Luscious looked in the direction of the arrows, and
saw a dozen or more English soldiers standing before them, half of which had bows.
Luscious knew that his own mens round shields would make them vulnerable against
archers. Looking around, Luscious yelled, "INTO THE HOUSES!", he and his men
kicked the doors of surronding houses down, so archer fire couldn't get to them.
Luscious carefully looked out the second story window of the house he was
in, the English soldiers were currently standing their ground. Noticing the bow
pointed his way, Luscious pulled his head out of the window, just as an arrow whizzed
past. They sat for what seemed like hours, untill they heard a shriek... Luscious gazed
out the window, and to his horror to see the English soldiers pummeling his wife,
Martha. Luscious's rage flared, he wasn't going to stand by while his wife was being
beaten... Luscious hollered to his men, "PREPARE FOR BATTLE!", hearing the replied
battle cries, and clanging of weapons, Luscious sensed his men were more than eager
to leave the small building.
He and his men charged down the street, arrows hitting men, shields, and
everything around them. Finally they came close enough to the soldiers, that they
had to drop their bows. The Celts, not needing their shields anymore, went to their
specialties... Pulling out claymores, spears, and clubs, they crashed with the
Englishmen. They were outnumbered but fought on to kill the damned English
soldiers, who dared beat his wife. As Luscious dropped his blade on a soldiers skull,
severing it in two, glanced to where his wife was... a knife to her throat, the
Englishman eyes full of hatred at Luscious, smiled. The knife quickly slit Martha's
throat, blood streaming down her, and yet.. she smiled at Luscious, then her body
went limp and she fell to the ground.
Luscious screamed in outrage, slashing and stabbing, cutting limb after
limb, making mince meat out of the soldiers. He reached the man of whom killed his
wife and ran at him, screaming at the top of his lungs. The English soldier, obviously
the captain, for staying out of the fight for so long, knew a thing or two with that
spear of his. Luscious made an overhead sweep, the captain dodging it, making a stab
at Luscious, but Luscious side stepped it easily. Luscious kicked the man in the chest,
sending him sprawling, at a desperate attempt to continue the fight, the captain
threw sand in Luscious's eyes, blinding him. Then as Luscious was disoriented, the
captain stabbed, successfully piercing Luscious's stomach. With a cry of pain,
Luscious grabbed the captains arm, pulling it closer, by doing so drawing the spear
further within himself. When they were eye to eye, Luscious made one more swing,
which cut the captains arm in two, and penetrating his left side, the captain fell dead.
With a sigh of happiness, knowing he had avenged his wife, Lusiocus fell to his knees,
in a puddle of blood, he said to one of his warriors, "M-Martin is to be next... Next to
be c-chief... T-Tell him... And send he and Tammo my fairwell...", the chieftain raider,
Luscious Haghaidh adhmaid, collasped on the ground, with a smile on his face.
I love the town as everyone else does, but if this is supposed to be a "hardcore" roleplay server, there is one question for me:
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