Having oathsworth our warbands into the service of the King of Norway, we had embarked upon an expedition of conquest to Northern England. The King had brought many ships filled with brave Norse warriors, but as usual we would be outnumbered by the forces of the northern Barons. Yet we were not afraid of these Saxon farmers: This time we came not to take their valuables, but their land.
We marched from the sea, pillaging as we went, and took up a line of defence along a hill line some 5 miles from a major city. A large river secured our left flank and the men of the Vik stretched out to our right as we waited for the Saxon force to approach. A small boggy valley with a hamlet and a small stream running through it lay before us. The Great Jarl who commanded in our area pitched his tents and had ale brought to him. I was commanded to protect his encampment as well as hold the shieldwall line. We unslung our shields and waited for the enemy with prayers to the AllFather on our lips.
The two Viking warbands deployed - me protecting the tented camp, the Lad preferring a more forward disposition in the valley so he could get to grips with the enemy quicker: he was obviously channeling the inner berzerker already.
The Greal Jarl and his mates caroused in their tents behind us |
The Saxons advanced bravely. Some long range bow fire was exchanged and a few bodies dropped, but nothing significant.
...and then a force of Saxon cavalry burst out of the hamlet where it had hidden, and rode forward to join the advance...
As the fyrd advanced slowed near the old Roman ruins, the lad charged across the river. The sound of sword and axe on shield resounded in the valley and the boy was soon triumphant!
And then the well-timed advanced of the Saxon Huscarls and Cavalry impacted on my shieldwall -it held, but only just as the meat grinder began. Brutal hand to hand action in which my men were outnumbered and fighting men on horseback. They fought like lions and protected the camp, waiting for the Great Jarl to wake from his drunken stupor and led his bodyguard into action and reinforce us.
The inevitable finally happened and the viking line broke (after about 4 turns of combat though!). The Norse fell back and reformed, their line much thinner now.
But subtlety was never their style and they charged back into combat as the Great Jarl awoke and summoned his men to battle
With the Great Jarl's reinforcements arriving and the Lad moving to attack his flank the Saxon Ealdorman decided to withdraw and save the remainder of his men to defend the city beyond the next valley. The Vik stood back to lick their wounds - it had been a fierce and brutal battle. Of my 12 man warband, only 3 remained standing and they prayed that the healers would be able to save some of their oarmates.
On the brightside, there was plenty of accommodation available |
Now to go bribe those healers...