Marshal Murat
03-11-2007, 17:29
Thick black clouds covered the afternoon sun, a pall of death that was to be fulfilled before the walls of Dublin. The plain was broken by a single ridge not that high, with trees covering the northern part of it.
Now the His Majesty, the King of Portugal, decided that Dublin was a Portuguese province, not an English one, and with the Prince, the army of Portugal decided to besiege the city of Dublin, held by Captain James.
When word reached King Rufus, Lord of England, Wales, Scotland, Ireland, Normandy, and ruler of Antwerp, he decided to send an army from the campaign against the girly French, and to attack the dastardly Portuguese. Leading this attack, the recently promoted Captain Henry.
The sand gave way to oak hulls, cogs beaching themselves before the small party of Irishmen. Several more cogs and galleys were swaying in the surf, trying to beach themselves, and disgorge the army of England. Disembarking swiftly, the tall Captain Henry waded on shore, his red hair cut around his scalp, ready to don the chain mail hood for battle. Stepping onto the solid grass beyond the beach, the tallest Irishman of the seven pulled out a thick scroll of paper.
"Captain Henry, there are several companies of mercenaries that can be hired, Galligolach, Kerns, and scouts."
"Very good" was all that Captain Henry said, and with a thump a bag of gold fell from his hand.
The next month was taken up by forging across the land, and rounding up the Portuguese raiders, who were pillaging the lands.
Now the His Majesty, the King of Portugal, decided that Dublin was a Portuguese province, not an English one, and with the Prince, the army of Portugal decided to besiege the city of Dublin, held by Captain James.
When word reached King Rufus, Lord of England, Wales, Scotland, Ireland, Normandy, and ruler of Antwerp, he decided to send an army from the campaign against the girly French, and to attack the dastardly Portuguese. Leading this attack, the recently promoted Captain Henry.
The sand gave way to oak hulls, cogs beaching themselves before the small party of Irishmen. Several more cogs and galleys were swaying in the surf, trying to beach themselves, and disgorge the army of England. Disembarking swiftly, the tall Captain Henry waded on shore, his red hair cut around his scalp, ready to don the chain mail hood for battle. Stepping onto the solid grass beyond the beach, the tallest Irishman of the seven pulled out a thick scroll of paper.
"Captain Henry, there are several companies of mercenaries that can be hired, Galligolach, Kerns, and scouts."
"Very good" was all that Captain Henry said, and with a thump a bag of gold fell from his hand.
The next month was taken up by forging across the land, and rounding up the Portuguese raiders, who were pillaging the lands.