Ecgfrith's Raid on Brega
Northumbrian raiders, led by King Ecgfrith, launch a sudden attack on the coastal settlement of Brega. The peaceful morning is shattered as the raiders breach the wooden palisades, setting fire to rou
Setting
A coastal settlement in Brega, Dublin region, Ireland. The scene is set near a cluster of thatched roundhouses with wooden palisades, overlooking the Irish Sea. The morning light casts long shadows across the grassy dunes and the settlement's central fire pit.
Characters
Ecgfrith
primary
A powerfully built man in his early 30s with shoulder-length golden-brown hair tied back with a leather cord. His face is weathered from years of campaigning, with piercing blue eyes and a neatly trimmed beard. He bears several old scars across his forearms, tokens of previous battles. His stature is imposing, and his posture exudes the confidence of a seasoned warrior-king.
Brega Chieftain
primary
A middle-aged Irish leader with a muscular build, weathered skin from years of outdoor living, and piercing blue eyes. His dark brown hair is streaked with grey, worn long and tied back with a leather thong. A prominent scar runs from his left temple to his jawline, a mark of past battles.
Warrior
secondary
A hulking man in his late twenties, with a thick beard and scars crisscrossing his arms. His muscular build is evident even beneath his rough-spun tunic, and his piercing blue eyes scan the surroundings with a hunter's alertness.
Northumbrian Captain
secondary
A rugged and battle-hardened warrior in his early 40s, with a muscular build from years of warfare. His face is weathered, bearing several old scars, and his beard is thick and unkempt, streaked with grey. His piercing blue eyes show both experience and a cold determination.
Villager
background
A middle-aged Irish farmer with a wiry build, weathered skin from outdoor labor, and unkempt reddish-brown hair streaked with gray. His hands are calloused from years of working the land, and his posture suggests a life of physical toil.
Dialog
Ecgfrith
Yield your dún, chieftain, or see your tuath drown in their own blood.
Brega Chieftain
By the Morrígan's breath! Your steel will break before our will, Northumbrian wolf!
Northumbrian Captain
Aye! Flank their eastern wall—the wicker burns quick!
Ecgfrith
Last chance, Gael. Kneel and live.
Brega Chieftain
My ancestors laugh from the sidhe at your empty threats!
Northumbrian Captain
Hah! Their thatch catches well—smoke them out!
Ecgfrith
Then die standing, fool. Your pride buys only graves.