Morphius
Fledgling Freddie
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The ice cold wind blew, and the rain came down heavily on the party of men. There were eight of them, their faces hidden under the shadows cast by their cloaks. They were travelling with immense speed, tracking a similar party of Hibernians, their rivals you could say. For the past week they have been entering brief skirmishes each time the Hibs had prevailed victorious, the 2 Clerics coped they were hard pushed but managed to keep their companions on there feet.
They were chasing with such intent because word had reached their ears that the Hibernians had lost one of the party as he had fallen under the grip of disease and could not continue. The Albions would not usually attack an enemy party which they out numbered but this group was different, it had 2 Bainshee’s running with it. The Bainshee was a dying profession, its mentors were dying and the older bainshees were hanging up their robes and staves and settling down to let others have their glory. Most party would pray to have one Bainshee running with them; any group with two was praised and feared throughout Europe.
If you think it's crap i'll change the plot but if u like i'll continue!
They were chasing with such intent because word had reached their ears that the Hibernians had lost one of the party as he had fallen under the grip of disease and could not continue. The Albions would not usually attack an enemy party which they out numbered but this group was different, it had 2 Bainshee’s running with it. The Bainshee was a dying profession, its mentors were dying and the older bainshees were hanging up their robes and staves and settling down to let others have their glory. Most party would pray to have one Bainshee running with them; any group with two was praised and feared throughout Europe.
If you think it's crap i'll change the plot but if u like i'll continue!