Viking raid on Armagh

Aged man in his late 60s with a gaunt but dignified frame, his white hair thinning but still forming a monk's tonsure. His face is deeply lined with wisdom and hardship, with piercing blue eyes that seem to see beyond the mortal world. His hands, though aged, grip his carved oak staff with surprising strength.

A young man in his early twenties, slight of build with a pale complexion from countless hours spent indoors illuminating manuscripts. His hands are ink-stained, and his dark brown hair is cropped short in the monastic tonsure. His hazel eyes are wide with a mix of fear and determination.

A towering, broad-shouldered man in his mid-30s with a wild, unkempt beard braided with leather cords. His face is weathered by salt and sun, scarred from previous battles. His piercing blue eyes burn with battle-lust, and his muscular frame is clad in a well-worn ringmail hauberk that clinks with every movement. He brandishes a notched, blood-stained axe with practiced ease.

A burly man in his late 40s with a thick, muscular build developed from years of hauling heavy pots and firewood. His broad shoulders strain against his rough woolen tunic. A ruddy complexion from constant exposure to cooking fires, with deep-set brown eyes under bushy eyebrows. His hands are large and calloused, gripping the iron cooking spit like a seasoned warrior would grip a spear.

A wiry teenage boy of about 15 years, with sun-browned skin and freckles across his nose. His light brown hair is tousled and slightly matted from labor and hiding. His hands are calloused from farm work, and his keen green eyes dart nervously.