Siege of Dublin
The Norse-Gaelic defenders of Dublin Castle, led by Ascall mac Ragnaill, are making a desperate last stand against the relentless Anglo-Norman assault. The walls are crumbling, fires rage, and the def
Setting
Dublin Castle, under siege by Anglo-Norman forces. The wooden palisades and earthen ramparts of the Norse-Gaelic fortifications are partially damaged, with smoke rising from fires set during the assault. The inner courtyard is chaotic, with defenders scrambling to reinforce weak points.
Characters
Ascall mac Ragnaill
primary
A middle-aged Norse-Gaelic warrior-king with a muscular build from years of battle. His face is weathered, with deep-set blue eyes and a thick red beard streaked with grey. A prominent scar runs from his left temple to his jawline, a testament to past conflicts.
Norman Captain
primary
A battle-hardened Anglo-Norman officer in his late 30s, standing tall with broad shoulders and a muscular build. His face is weathered from years of campaigning, with a prominent nose and piercing blue eyes that scan the battlefield with calculated precision. A jagged scar runs from his left temple to his jawline, a testament to past conflicts.
Dublin Defender
secondary
A rugged Irish warrior in his late 20s, with a muscular build from years of combat training. His face is weathered by wind and battle, with a fresh cut across his left cheek. Dark brown hair, matted with sweat and dirt, falls to his shoulders, and his piercing green eyes scan the battlefield with vigilance.
Norman Archer
secondary
A wiry Norman soldier in his late 20s, with sunburnt skin and a short, unkempt beard. His sharp blue eyes scan the battlefield as he nocks another arrow. His hands are calloused from years of archery, and he moves with the precision of a trained killer.
Castle Servant
background
A wiry, middle-aged man with sunken cheeks and a weathered face, his hands rough from years of labor. His dark hair is streaked with grey and tied back with a simple leather thong.
Dialog
Ascall mac Ragnaill
Hark! Drengir, hold the eastern palisade! By Thor's hammer, let not one fjándmaðr breach Dyflin's walls!
Norman Captain
Archers, enfilade their weak points! Testudo formation for the advance—let those barbarians taste Norman steel!
Norman Archer
Aye, Captain! Their shields are splintered—another volley will break them.
Ascall mac Ragnaill
Curse these Norman dogs! Where are the axes? Hold fast, or we are all food for ravens!
Norman Captain
Advance! Their king falters—strike now and Dublin falls before dusk.
Norman Archer
Their backs are to the wall—one more push!
Ascall mac Ragnaill
So be it! Let them remember how a king of Dyflin dies—with steel in hand!