[M] Tales of the Highland [IC]
Tales of the Highland
With Edward the Bruce dead, and the crown in the hands of Clan Stuart, regularly being challenged by clan Douglas, and others try for the throne as well, like clans Callahan, McFoster, and Credence.
James IV has since passed, with Queen Mary presently in captivity in England.
Many clans still fight each other over land, or resources, or even the throne.
England is mainly preoccupied with a war in France, yet Vikings still pillage our boarder towns.
While others are bound to family, home, and clan, others have taken to wondering as their lives have been put to the torch. Going where the money, vengeance, or safety takes them.
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The street lands in the town of Kirkcaldy flicker as a night watch man strolls down the cobbled street, a hooked pike supported on his shoulder with a lamp in hand.
Laughter and music could still be heard from the Majestic Otter, as the sun had hardly set.
Inside, patrons were still eating and drinking to their hearts content, sharing stories and banter between sips and mouthfuls while other more quiet corners whisper about the fighting between the clans, and the towns burned by the vikings. Others sit quietly alone.
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Finley McIntyre sat alone at a small table by the wall as the bards continued to play their song, some roast duck and bread accompanied with light mead sat before her and she slowly picked at it.
She had been traveling for about a month now, and this was not her first stop. She had hunted and tended to herself and others on her travels, yet the memory of her home in flames as she fled would not leave her mind.
she tore off a piece of bread and idly chewed it. It was good bread, and almost fresh, but it pleased her little.
She continued to slowly eat her meal.