They Came From the North

From the North, they came in wooden longboats, to the monastery of Lindisfarne. A Kingdom of Northern Brine to plunder the church and steal its gold. The priests had their blood splattered too ill-equipped to fight as they were fragile and old. A marriage was taking place at the time of the raid, between a Noble Knight and his bride. There was no place to run no place to hide, no one to give them aid. The Vikings brought death and a horrifying day, they caused a wailing that chilled to the bone. The stench from the dead danced on the wind where the bodies lay, as misery and torment were never alone. A battle axe in a Vikings hands brought fear to the priests and their church, they spared none, splattered their blood onto the stone floor, set fire to the door. The Knight stood alone as his death came toward him, as he faced the axe in mail-covered skin and never retreated as his death rushed in. He died...his blood-soaked blade lay across his chest, and his honor held through his anguished cry of pride. Within the burning walls of the church's death knell lay his bride, next to her Knight where her body fell. This was the day when two worlds would collide and sent shockwaves through the Kingdom land-wide.