Draco Wrath
The Land Of The Kilt
The Land of Scotland, where man once roamed free, until the tyrannic English Lords with their aristocracy took over the rich, free lands of my kindred...
"When do ya think we'll ge' to see some battle John?" said Will. William was a man of rough upbringing but had distinguished himself as a Soldier. Stout with cotton-like brown hair and glistening green eyes, he made a powerful presence on anyone around him.
"How am i suppos' to knoe', you should fight the drunk'n bard in the taver' again Will." Said John as a roar of laughter came about the men. John was a tall slim man, with his undeniable sarcasm, the joker of the band. Long black hair with freckles running along his face, he was quite good with a bow, when he was sober of course. "Oh be quiet ye'!" yelled Will. Looking upon Scotland, terror would soon come to the quiet village of Yerkick.
"Will ye' al be quie't! Som' English Spearmen were seen about a mile from 'ere, get off your arses' and gather your gear, you will see battle soon enouf'!" Yelled the Watchmen "Eh now you will see your "battle" Will, and leave some for me will yeh'!" Said John. The tragedy of war would soon reach the last peaceful haven of Brittania...
Sneaking down into the heavy brush and shrubs, the Scottish Militia waited for 1 hour which seemed a life time. As the English Detachment marched proudly into the ambush, the anxiety of battle was soon overcoming William. "Wait for it... And... NOW!" The Scotsmen let loose a roar which demoralized the English. John let loose his arrow, striking the English Officer as the other Scotsmen charged downhill surrounding the English. The Englishmen, without leadership were like a snake without a head, breaking formation the Scotsmen were easily able to pick them off one by one. The Scottish Archers broke any formation they made to stop the Scottish, forcing them to fight loosely to not be killed easily by the archers. William slashed at a spearmen, missing and tripping over a English body, the Spearmen was about to thrust his spear through Will, until John slashed the Englishmen in the back, reaching out his hand he said "Restin' are we?". The ambush was over in 4 minutes, all Englishmen were dead or missing, the Scots had taken 4 casualties and 2 wounded, an astounding victory. "How was you'r firs' taste of battle Will?" said John in his sarcastic voice. Will was shaking, seeing so many men die nearly at once, to his letf he saw a Englishmen drop his weapon, kneel and plead, only to be speared through... "Ye..Yeh' It wa.. was exciting..."
Back at Yerkick however...
"How am i suppos' to knoe', you should fight the drunk'n bard in the taver' again Will." Said John as a roar of laughter came about the men. John was a tall slim man, with his undeniable sarcasm, the joker of the band. Long black hair with freckles running along his face, he was quite good with a bow, when he was sober of course. "Oh be quiet ye'!" yelled Will. Looking upon Scotland, terror would soon come to the quiet village of Yerkick.
"Will ye' al be quie't! Som' English Spearmen were seen about a mile from 'ere, get off your arses' and gather your gear, you will see battle soon enouf'!" Yelled the Watchmen "Eh now you will see your "battle" Will, and leave some for me will yeh'!" Said John. The tragedy of war would soon reach the last peaceful haven of Brittania...
Sneaking down into the heavy brush and shrubs, the Scottish Militia waited for 1 hour which seemed a life time. As the English Detachment marched proudly into the ambush, the anxiety of battle was soon overcoming William. "Wait for it... And... NOW!" The Scotsmen let loose a roar which demoralized the English. John let loose his arrow, striking the English Officer as the other Scotsmen charged downhill surrounding the English. The Englishmen, without leadership were like a snake without a head, breaking formation the Scotsmen were easily able to pick them off one by one. The Scottish Archers broke any formation they made to stop the Scottish, forcing them to fight loosely to not be killed easily by the archers. William slashed at a spearmen, missing and tripping over a English body, the Spearmen was about to thrust his spear through Will, until John slashed the Englishmen in the back, reaching out his hand he said "Restin' are we?". The ambush was over in 4 minutes, all Englishmen were dead or missing, the Scots had taken 4 casualties and 2 wounded, an astounding victory. "How was you'r firs' taste of battle Will?" said John in his sarcastic voice. Will was shaking, seeing so many men die nearly at once, to his letf he saw a Englishmen drop his weapon, kneel and plead, only to be speared through... "Ye..Yeh' It wa.. was exciting..."
Back at Yerkick however...
