EesomeBeastie
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Background: the Scottish Borders in the 16th century, a land of lawlessness and skirmishes between English and Scottish noble families that barely recognise any authority, not even their own kings. Cattle raiding, burning the farms of each others’ tenants, the occasional kidnap or murder – it’s become a way of life in these ravaged borderlands.
The Scottish Kerrs and the English Collingwoods are two border families who have been at each others’ throats for generations, regardless of whether England and Scotland are officially at peace or at war. The latest incident in the tit-for-tat feuding is the kidnap of the Kerr heir, Robert, by the Collingwoods.
Name: Callum Kerr
Age: 20
Description: 5 foot 10, powerful build, unkempt red hair and stubble, grey-blue eyes and a scar across his right cheek.
Bio: middle of three sons to David Kerr, the head of the Kerr family, Callum is headstrong and active, loving nothing more than hunting, cattle rustling and raiding.
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Callum Kerr sighed and slumped back in the saddle of his sturdy borders pony as it plodded through the growing darkness. He’d watched the Collingwood pele tower from the hills for almost an hour and his worst fears had been confirmed. The guard had been doubled and the men were particularly alert. There was no way he’d be able to storm the place or sneak in either, and rescue his elder brother. It had been a fool’s errand.
He clenched his fist and brought it down, turning it aside at the last moment to hit his thigh rather than his mount. It was hardly the beast’s fault after all.
Damn those Collingwoods! That family and his own had been at loggerheads for generations, raiding each other’s cattle, occasionally burning farms on each others’ estates or ambushing and killing a minor retainer, but now they’d upped the ante by kidnapping his brother, the heir to the Kerr lands, and demanding what was almost a king’s ransom for him. They must be really strapped for cash!
Just then he heard the alert called out by his advance rider scouting the way ahead, two caws like those of a crow. He gripped his lance tighter and cautiously eased round the bend in the path, flanked by two more of his men. By the light of the half moon he spied his scout, dismounted and crouching behind a rock, gesturing towards the track two hundred paces away in the valley below.
Two figures plodded along the dirt road on ponies much like his, leading a third carrying full bags and sacks. One of the pair, an old man, looked around nervously, clutching the hilt of his sheathed sword. The other was cloaked and hooded, but looked to be a woman, and a young one at that. They were heading away from the Collingwood castle, some four miles from it already, though wherever they were bound for they'd not get there before it was completely dark. No wonder then that the man seemed jittery.
The woman’s saddle, bridle and cloak looked of very good quality. Might she be one of the Collingwood womenfolk or a close relative? But if so, what was she doing out here at this hour on a remote road with insufficient escort? Whatever, she was an opportunity: if he captured her he might be able to exchange her for his brother and avoid paying the steep ransom the Collingwoods had demanded.
With a few curt gestures he sent a pair of riders swinging round behind the hills to the far side of the small valley. Giving them five minutes to get into position he sent two more pairs off either side to cut off the track behind and ahead of man and woman before spurring his pony down the gentle slope with his remaining three men to confront them directly.
The pair could hardly miss the noise he now made, but it was too late for them to do anything – he had them boxed in.
Background: the Scottish Borders in the 16th century, a land of lawlessness and skirmishes between English and Scottish noble families that barely recognise any authority, not even their own kings. Cattle raiding, burning the farms of each others’ tenants, the occasional kidnap or murder – it’s become a way of life in these ravaged borderlands.
The Scottish Kerrs and the English Collingwoods are two border families who have been at each others’ throats for generations, regardless of whether England and Scotland are officially at peace or at war. The latest incident in the tit-for-tat feuding is the kidnap of the Kerr heir, Robert, by the Collingwoods.
Name: Callum Kerr
Age: 20
Description: 5 foot 10, powerful build, unkempt red hair and stubble, grey-blue eyes and a scar across his right cheek.
Bio: middle of three sons to David Kerr, the head of the Kerr family, Callum is headstrong and active, loving nothing more than hunting, cattle rustling and raiding.
= = = = = = = = =
Callum Kerr sighed and slumped back in the saddle of his sturdy borders pony as it plodded through the growing darkness. He’d watched the Collingwood pele tower from the hills for almost an hour and his worst fears had been confirmed. The guard had been doubled and the men were particularly alert. There was no way he’d be able to storm the place or sneak in either, and rescue his elder brother. It had been a fool’s errand.
He clenched his fist and brought it down, turning it aside at the last moment to hit his thigh rather than his mount. It was hardly the beast’s fault after all.
Damn those Collingwoods! That family and his own had been at loggerheads for generations, raiding each other’s cattle, occasionally burning farms on each others’ estates or ambushing and killing a minor retainer, but now they’d upped the ante by kidnapping his brother, the heir to the Kerr lands, and demanding what was almost a king’s ransom for him. They must be really strapped for cash!
Just then he heard the alert called out by his advance rider scouting the way ahead, two caws like those of a crow. He gripped his lance tighter and cautiously eased round the bend in the path, flanked by two more of his men. By the light of the half moon he spied his scout, dismounted and crouching behind a rock, gesturing towards the track two hundred paces away in the valley below.
Two figures plodded along the dirt road on ponies much like his, leading a third carrying full bags and sacks. One of the pair, an old man, looked around nervously, clutching the hilt of his sheathed sword. The other was cloaked and hooded, but looked to be a woman, and a young one at that. They were heading away from the Collingwood castle, some four miles from it already, though wherever they were bound for they'd not get there before it was completely dark. No wonder then that the man seemed jittery.
The woman’s saddle, bridle and cloak looked of very good quality. Might she be one of the Collingwood womenfolk or a close relative? But if so, what was she doing out here at this hour on a remote road with insufficient escort? Whatever, she was an opportunity: if he captured her he might be able to exchange her for his brother and avoid paying the steep ransom the Collingwoods had demanded.
With a few curt gestures he sent a pair of riders swinging round behind the hills to the far side of the small valley. Giving them five minutes to get into position he sent two more pairs off either side to cut off the track behind and ahead of man and woman before spurring his pony down the gentle slope with his remaining three men to confront them directly.
The pair could hardly miss the noise he now made, but it was too late for them to do anything – he had them boxed in.