To the Victor...the spoils

[Eric the Shed]

Latest Saga Report up on the blog.
This time written in the first person...
October 21st in the year of our Lord 958.
A cold bitter windswept in off the great Northern sea, a prelude to perhaps a bitter winter. The harvest is now complete and my men are slumbering peacefully in the great hall. The night before has taken its toll.
The morning’s silence is broken by a commotion outside, and not before long a man, recognisable as a monk, rushes into the great hall -  “A Dragon Ship My Lord”, with that his lifeless body crashes to the mead & reed covered floor. A black arrow jutting from his back.



These words galvanise my men, armour is donned, weapons and harness grabbed and we rush to the muster outside the hall. A quick prayer to our lord (and secret oaths to the old gods are made) and we make our way towards the coast. As we get closer we see the villagers rushing away from their homes and hovels. Their urgent voices telling of armoured and painted men coming ashore and forming up in battle lines. They are readying themselves  in the common field alongside their ship....

Read on at http://shedwars.blogspot.co.uk/2013/07/to-victor-spoils-saga-adventure.html
Cheers

Eric

[commissarmoody]

Great set up!

[Paleskin]

Lovely!

[Eric the Shed]

Cheers guys

[WillieB]

Great terrain and a very good story!