The year is 410, the year after cowardly Roman Emperor Honorius told us Britons to tend to our own defence. Barbarians ravage the lands, raping, killing and pillaging. In a small village in West Sussex, I, Edgarth, a veteran of a hundred battles under the banners of the glorious empire till the crops with his two daughters, Fiona 18, and Megan 21.
I am 36, 6'0, blonde, brown eyed, strongly built and widowed. I married my wife young, and she died in childbirth to a still born son. Fiona is 5'8, blonde, thin, 30C and brown eyed. She is the definition of an English rose, her beauty clear to all who see her. Megan is shorter, at 5'5, brunette after her mother, broader shoulders, 34E breasts and a bit harder round the edges.
There had been rumours of a pack of savage female barbarians plundering the near by countryside, killing and stealing from the men, and kidnapping the daughters to grow there numbers. Edgarth wasn't scared though, he was well trained in the art of battle, and still kept his trusty Gladius. The farmstead was well hidden in a valley, by a small stream.
One day I smell burning wheat, and Megan comes rushing in "Father, they are here! And they have Fiona!". In a rush, I grab my old trusty weapon from under the bed, and rush outside.
I am 36, 6'0, blonde, brown eyed, strongly built and widowed. I married my wife young, and she died in childbirth to a still born son. Fiona is 5'8, blonde, thin, 30C and brown eyed. She is the definition of an English rose, her beauty clear to all who see her. Megan is shorter, at 5'5, brunette after her mother, broader shoulders, 34E breasts and a bit harder round the edges.
There had been rumours of a pack of savage female barbarians plundering the near by countryside, killing and stealing from the men, and kidnapping the daughters to grow there numbers. Edgarth wasn't scared though, he was well trained in the art of battle, and still kept his trusty Gladius. The farmstead was well hidden in a valley, by a small stream.
One day I smell burning wheat, and Megan comes rushing in "Father, they are here! And they have Fiona!". In a rush, I grab my old trusty weapon from under the bed, and rush outside.
