Lindisfarne Raid
Viking raiders storm Lindisfarne Priory, looting treasures, killing monks, and desecrating the sacred monastery. Prior Aldred tries to protect the relics while Brother Cuthbert attempts to rally a def
Setting
Lindisfarne Priory, a small island monastery off the coast of Northumbria. The priory is surrounded by rough seas on three sides, with a sandy beach where Viking longships have landed. The monastery's stone church and surrounding wooden buildings are being overrun by raiders.
Characters
Prior Aldred
primary
A gaunt man in his late sixties with a deeply lined face and thinning white hair, his pale blue eyes burning with desperate fervor. His hands are gnarled from years of scribing but now clutch sacred relics with surprising strength. A long, thin nose gives his face a hawk-like intensity.
Viking Raider
primary
A towering Norse warrior in his late thirties, with a thick red beard braided with iron rings. His face bears old battle scars, and his piercing blue eyes gleam with predatory intensity. Muscular build from years of rowing and fighting, with forearms covered in serpentine tattoos.
Brother Cuthbert
secondary
A slender young monk in his early twenties with a pale, angular face and close-cropped brown hair in the monastic style. His hands are ink-stained from manuscript work, and his light blue eyes dart nervously as he moves.
Young Monk
secondary
A thin, pale novice monk in his late teens with close-cropped brown hair and wide, fearful eyes. His hands tremble visibly, and his posture is hunched as if trying to make himself smaller. His face is smooth and unlined, showing his youth.
Ship Guard
background
A burly Viking warrior in his late 20s, with a muscular build from years of rowing and raiding. His face is weathered by sea winds, and he wears his blond hair in a practical short cut to fit under his helmet. A fresh scratch on his cheek shows recent combat.
Dialog
Prior Aldred
This house of God stands under divine protection—the wrath of heaven shall strike those who raise hands against it!
Viking Raider
Your White Christ sleeps while my axe sings—aye? Odin's ravens feast well today!
Young Monk
Brother... the psalm... 'Deus in adiutorium...' oh sweet Mary—
Prior Aldred
Take what you will of gold, but defile not what has been consecrated to the Lord of Hosts—
Viking Raider
All gold shines the same in our wave-steed's belly—even your holy letters burn bright—aye?