Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2016 4:36 am Post subject: Dóchas don Leannán
Rudolph had led an all too turbulent life in his nineteen years.
At a very early age, he'd lost his mother, his father, and his entire tribe due to one of the most malicious conflicts with the Irish to date. He had constntly wondered "why" such horror befell him, especially considering his father was no nobleman, nor his mother, so why was it their lives had to be so brutally taken while his life, and their leader's son, Gideon, were all too graciously spared.
Too gracious because they were nothing in the grand scheme of everything.
Not only were their lives spared, but they were found shortly after the attack by one of Gideon's father's cohorts, another lord of a different tribe, and were taken in by him as his own kinfolk.
Of course, being that Gideon was already of prestigious descent, it was of no surprise that he was adopted by the lord as a son while Rudolph was left to be nothing more than a lowly warrior and a servant for Gideon (though Gideon never saw it that way). So when the lord passed, it was Gideon who took claim as leader and led the tribe into an era of brief peace and rendered his best "warrior" useless in a fighting capacity, and held him close as a right hand in all matters.
On this particular night, the tribe celebrated, as they so often did, the success of their latest endeavor of constructing a more secure castle in their township, though, it's "security" would be tested all too soon.
Men moved from the forest and circled the town, all too silent. The attack was lead by King Ricardo from the all too well known Irish 'kingdom'. There had been word, thanks to the influence of money, of a celebration with many of the opposing tribes.
And tonight was their time for attack, apparently, because of that. They waited until it sounded like the celebration was focused in one area before moving full force into the town, fire, arrows, swords, all stops pulled immediately.
"Drink, Rudy! Drink until your heart is full and drunk too!" Gideon insisted with a great bellow as he slung his arm around Rudy's shoulders, earning a light chuckle and a firm shake of his head.
"I truly shouldn't." He said. "And neither should you, we're supposed to be setting an exa-"
"Bah! Setting an example to be merry maybe!" Gideon laughed, a laugh cut all too short and was replaced with frantic screaming when malicious war cries became louder and louder still as a group of Irishmen came raging into the village.
Rudy hastily reached for his sword as he was swept up in the frenzy of men racing forward to meet the other men.
Several Irish soldiers ran to shed any blood they could, men, women and children alike, bloodlust apparent in their eyes. One went towards Rudy and went to slash at him with his sword, giving a raged shout.
Rudy collapsed as his side was successfully slashed at and as he collapsed, he could hear Gideon letting out his own battle cries as he tried to thwart his attackers.
"G-Gideon!" Rudy cried, having watched the scene from afar as he couldn't stagger any faster. "C-come back! Fight me!" He yelled after the retreating men as their figures blurred in his vision.
Rudy's head felt as if it were spinning, very disoriented from the bloodloss, from the shock and anger, and from all of sensory overload from the scene surrounding him. As he staggered towards Gideon's lifeless figure, it was only a matter of time before he sank to the ground just short of his lord's, no, his best friend's body.
It had been some time since the attack on the village and King Ricardo decided to, as if to rub salt into the wound, visit the very village he had had his men almost destroy. He and his ward and right hand, as well as guards, headed into the village by carriage, Faye looking faintly anxious as they stopped the carriage. The King exited and then Faye, the King's distaste as he glanced around, pretty obvious.
The whispering started almost immediately upon the carriage's arrival and as soon as the occupants of the said carriage emerged and the "vistor's" status was revealed, these whispers became panicked. Women huddled their children back into their houses, men stood anxiously at the ready. One young man, upon seeing the Irish king, let out a gasp and hurried to fetch Rudy, the man who'd succeeded Gideon upon his passing. It went against all tradition and code, but given that Gideon had no heir and named no rightful successor, it seemed obvious who should take his place and by the grace of the tribe, Rudy had become the apparent leader.
He missed his friend, his brother, but Rudy succeeded him with grace and ruled as Gideon would have ruled. He took his job seriously and in the short six months since Gideon's death, the entire village had been rebuilt and things were just starting to get better.
Until now.
"Rudy!" The young man yelled as he rushed into a small building where the town's men met and discussed matters such as battles, agriculture, so on and so forth. Currently, there was a whole group occupying the building with Rudy.
"Yes?" Rudy asked, blinking at the young man's flustered appearance.
"It's the Irish!" He said, which stoked a fire in everyone as all the men stood up before looking to RUdy, who looked downright ready to kill.
"Are they here?" He asked, teeth grit.
"They are!" The young man answered.
"Then we greet them." He hissed waving his hand to get the men to exit with him to "meet" their guests.
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