Battle of Dun Nechtain
Pictish warriors, led by King Bridei III, have just decisively defeated the invading Northumbrian forces under King Ecgfrith. The battle, fought in a narrow pass near Dun Nechtain, has turned into a r
Setting
Rolling hills near Dun Nechtain, with a narrow pass between steep slopes. The battlefield is strewn with bodies and broken weapons, with Pictish warriors regrouping on higher ground while Northumbrian forces retreat chaotically below. A small stream runs red with blood near the base of the hill.
Characters
Bridei III
primary
A tall, broad-shouldered man in his late thirties with piercing blue eyes and a closely-trimmed reddish-brown beard. His face bears the weathered look of a seasoned warrior, with a prominent scar running from his left temple to his jawline. His muscular frame exudes authority, and his stance is that of a man accustomed to command.
Ecgfrith
primary
A middle-aged man with a muscular build, now weakened by blood loss. His face is weathered from years of campaigning, with a thick beard streaked with grey. A deep wound in his side stains his tunic crimson, and his breathing is labored. His once-piercing blue eyes are clouded with pain.
Pictish Captain
secondary
A rugged warrior in his late 30s with a muscular build honed by years of battle. His face bears several old scars, including a prominent one running from left temple to jawline. Dark blue woad tattoos spiral across his forearms and cheeks in intricate Pictish patterns. His piercing grey eyes constantly scan the battlefield.
Northumbrian Survivor
secondary
A middle-aged Northumbrian warrior with a muscular build, now weakened by battle. His face is streaked with dirt and blood, and his left arm hangs limp from a deep wound. His right hand grips a notched sword tightly, knuckles white with tension. A jagged cut runs across his forehead, dripping blood into his eyes.
Pictish Warrior
background
A young Pictish fighter in his early 20s, wiry and agile with sun-browned skin. His dark hair is matted with sweat and tied back with a leather thong. Blue woad tattoos swirl across his bare chest and arms, marking clan allegiance. His knuckles are scraped raw from recent combat.
Dialog
Bridei III
Let the wolves of Dun Nechtain feast upon their retreat. Hold the high ground.
Pictish Captain
Aye, my king. Their shield-wall is broken like river ice in spring.
Ecgfrith
The king... commands... his hearth-guard... to cover the retreat.
Bridei III
Look upon your fallen, Ecgfrith. The gods of stone and stream have judged.
Ecgfrith
May... Woden... curse... this Pictish ground...
Pictish Captain
Shall we pursue them into the marshes, lord?
Bridei III
No. Let the bog claim what warriors it will. Our victory stands.