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Post by King Hengest II on Jul 28, 2005 11:00:56 GMT
Edmundus, captain of the small scouting party sent across the Northumbrian border, gazed out at the mountainous terrain of northern England. A dense fog layed cover over the tuffed grass.
Edmundus, upon his stout, brown horse, trotted slowly through the mist, his bow in hand and quiver on his back. His many animal skins he wore kept him warm in the nightly cold, his breath illuminated in the air by a cold mist.
Seeing, in the distance, the Viking Raven flying proud above the city of York, Edmundus hastened the pace of his horse, while not going as far as to gallop, quite yet.
Upon entering the city, Edmundus noticed that the habitants were still very saxon in their ways, it was comparable to Nottingham or even London. Edmundus did, however, notice more blonde occupants in the city, a testement to viking occupance. He knew the city must be recaptured quickly, else it become completely assimulated as a viking province.
As a Saxon scout, Edmundus was always hungry for information on military in the region, and alwasy kept a keen eye open. He searched the city for any traces of militant acvtivity...
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Post by Warlord Cradoc on Jul 28, 2005 21:23:19 GMT
Edmundus soon discovered a Barracks in this region, and mild troop movement. The garrison seemed to cause fear to the local peasantry.
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