Intro – A Quick Raid_(1)
It wasn’t the cleanest raid I’d ever led. Rolf, that rookie bastard, made a huge racket killing one of the sentries. The idiot had stabbed her instead of slashing her throat, and her scream echoed up and down the beach before she was finally silenced. Confused villagers drifted out of their homes and milled about in the pre-dawn light. Some were curious about what was going on while others were armed with axes, spears, bows and arrows, and pitchforks. Luckily, my warriors were in position and I signaled them to loose a volley of arrows. From my vantage point, I saw a half-dozen men and women fall as iron tips pierced hide and flesh and shattered bone. A big man carrying a shortsword—probably the village chief—took an arrow in the collar, roaring in pain as …