Just wondering... Are Alfred and Ireland being held in some millitary camp prison, or in Arthur's basement cell.... I just want to make sure they arn't at England's house o3o
The night in the remote British woodlands was dim. Rain drizzled miserably over the tents of people who took refuge in the forests' black density. Flickering fires under shelters of woven tarps and tents drifted lazily as the soldiers carried out their night businesses.
A figure sat next to one of the flickering, sheltered fires, leaning slightly against the brown side of a horse who layed on the ground behind her. Rori Kirkland sat with her legs folded, elbow resting against a knee, and her lips touching her knuckles in thought while her other hand aimlessly stroked her mare's head. The Celt had been quite angered when her uncle had started bossing her mother around, but was more aggravated than anything when Ireland ordered her to stay behind while she fought for their freedom. Rori couldn't see why she had to stay behind instead of joining her mother in the battle field. Sure, she might just be a simple town of Adare... yet was she not just as much irish as Eireann?!
So, like an immature rebellious teenage girl, Rori took her men behind her mother's back and began rampaiging British towns. Her efforts were far from futile; about twenty-three British cities were set aflame, leaving a trail of fire, blood, and severed heads behind the barbaric Celtic army.
Rori's army was not large and not have modern weapons such as guns and such, yet they made up for their few numbers with fox-like stealth, foolproof battle tactics and stratigies, and brute, savage force once they did attack. Rori and her troops quietly snuck into the towns under the cover of night and slit the guard's throats from behind, or shot them down with poisoned darts or arrows. Once they drew curious attention to one side, another group snuck in and slaughtered the people in their sleep before setting the town ablaze and vanishing in the darkness of the woodlands. Most of the time, the people never knew what hit them, nor did anyone else notice until either morning, or when the troops were already good and gone. One other advantage... their ready opponents were usually caught quite off guard to see a viking-like army charging at them on horseback with arrows, axes, and swords; That sight is quite odd to an era of guns and other modern weapons. But no matter... with each British city burned, the weaker Britain itself got. However, other British cities began guarding their towns more heavily, especially at night, as word of "phantom invasions" spread. Rori and her troops needed to find a way to begin striking the stronger cities... but things might be more difficult with the new security.
Rori was currently pondering over this situation, forming as many logical battle movements she can in her mind. Suddenly, the sound of clanking armor and thudding hooves snapped her out of her train of thought. The firey-haired Celt rose her emerald eyes upwards, and stood once she saw her troop of scouts returning.
The leader of the scouts was a heavy-built man with a thick, dark beard and the dressing of a viking. He reined his large grey horse and nodded his head toward Rori.
"Miss Adare..." The Celtic soldier greeted in a deep voice..
"We 'ave returned with news. We saw yer mother battl'en the Brit and 'is army. But she wasn't alone, ma'am. There was another fight'en with 'er... some blond with glasses an' the color flag of red, white an' blue. Know who 'e is?"Rori blinked a bit, yet heart leaping at the scout's words. Her mother was spotted fighting? Good... that means that she's alright. The Celt nodded a bit at the mention of the blond man fighting with her mother. Ireland mentioned to her that they had an important ally called America. His territory was across the ocean... Rori has never met this so-called "American" before... but she was glad this ally was true to his word and was truly fighting with Ireland.
"Aye." The Celt replied.
" 'es an ally... did ya stay for the results of tha fight, or were they just start'n?""Miss Ireland and 'er ally were captured in the 'eat of battle, ma'am." The scout's large, black eyebrows furrowed in a frown.
Rori's stomach sank. A rumble of thunder rippled in the distance, adding it's voice to the few moments of silence, yet the Irish teen didn't hear it.
".....Captured....?""Aye. I'm afraid so, ma'am.""Do ya know where they're currently located?"" 'Fraid not."Rori clicked her tongue behind her front teeth in thought for a few moments. A plan suddenly began to stitch together in her mind; It was risky... but it just might work.
"I know what we 'ave to do." An emerald flame jumped suddenly in her eyes. As the scout got off his horse and dismissed his men, Rori walked into her tent and came out with her map and some sort of board of some sort. It resembled a board game, or a chess set of some sort... but it was an extremely detailed map of the British area, and the peices resembled different parts of both the British army and his allies, and the Irish army and their allies. It was indeed a board game... only it played out the game of War.
"General.... the time for stealth an' raiding is o'er. We're striking that dull-'eadded Brit right in the core and gett'n my mum outt'a there...."Both Adare and the large scout knelt to the ground as the teen began to draw something in the dirt next to the board.
" 'ere's the plan......."