The Fall of the Normans:
1080 AD, the King of scotland Malcolm III devised a plan to unite the peoples of britannia under one banner and one king and he would be that king. However he dream would not be easy, he was king of scotland yes, but to the north rebelous highlanders, to the south the rebels of the norman rule, in the west the irish.
Malcolm bid hi sons to take their armies and invade these lands, holding a great ceremony at the base of the cairngorn.
"My sons!" cried the king, "Last night I dreamt that our people both proud and strong donned their faces with woad, we sharpened our swords, strung our mighty bows and we cried ''To War!'' like of great ancestors of old!" Malcolm roared, "I dreamt that our great king Malcolm II would defeated the danes at croich daine, came to me and said, 'king of scots, great and honourable you be march out your armies to meet thy enemies!"
"This I shall do," Malcolm stood staring over the great host of wild war-like warriors. "Too long have we the shielded few been at the mercy of those around us, too long have we been content to hide in our hills waiting for the next would-be-invader! No longer shall I or my sons or you, my children be the victims! No more! They shall be our victims, our foe, our vanquished threat!" Malcolm roared with pride.
"My dearest Prince I order you to take your army south to York quell the rebels there, crush them destroy them! Loot their lands destroy their homes!"
"You Edmund you shall go north to the highlands i demand you to burn down the walls of inverness and scatter its peoples like dust in the wind!"
"And for you my army you will come with me, we march to dublin where we shall make those upstart irish kings kneel before us and see us as the new kings!"
Together the children of scotland roared beneath the lion rampant and saltire banners.
Swiftly King Malcolms dreams were hastly realised, york fell, its people slain and lands plundered, dublin too was torn assunder. however the rebellious highlanders in inverness although defeated had slain the king's second son Edmund the chivalrous.
Malcolm crossed over to wales and besieged caernarvon when word reached him of the death of his valiant son.
Malcolm but the year before was so full of life, zest and vigor fell to depression retiring to his tent he bid, command fell to the young captain Tristan who continued the seige, wearing the royal crown wearing his lords colours so that his troops and enemies would not know of the faultering king.
but rumour spread like an outbreak of plague, and the welsh sallied forth, Tristan reacted swiftly ordering that his militia men and border horses should feign a retreat the rash welsh believed it and charged after the milita men and cavalry, and were swiftly routed themselves caught between the highlanders and spearmen, what remained of the broken welsh fled behind their castle walls however not even this would protect them from the enraged scots would climbed over the walls and beat down the gates.
Caernarvon too fell.
Tristan stood over the broken and bloodied bodies of his foes, when the king carried on a litter approached him.
"Good Tristan, I see you are both valiant, brave and wise in equal measure, I wish for you to join my family, for i fear without able men like you that my eldest Edward and my youngest Alexander will not succeed in my dream, as reward for you victory i would knight you but my frail body is beyond it instead i offer you my daughter, Princess Isabel may she be a fair wife to you."
In the spring of 1086 Malcolm died, leaving Edward as king, and Trisant as the only remaining fiting prince.
The two met shortly after, Prince Tristan would march on London and King Edward on the stronghold of Nottingham.
The Caledonian Horde marched on...