31 March, 1182
Scotland is at war against the belligerent Duke of Ulster. King Mael, who recently deposed Prince Gilchrist II from the throne demanded his vassal surrender one of his county - or face war. It was a terrible thing to refuse the demand. But even more so for the King for he had provoked the Hatred of Man.
Five thousand men died that day in Ulster.
The army of Scotland, battered, raped, and bruised, flee in all directions. Four thousand of them carry their bloodied rectums as they make the crossing to Galloway, with over NINE THOUSAND Army of Man in pursuit.
1 May, 1182 - The Battle of Whithorn - another two thousand died or missing. King Mael quivers in fear.
Rumors of a marriage with between the Duke's daughter and a foreign King fueled suspicion that a new ally is about to enter the war and destroy Scotland utterly...
16 May. 1182 - Buoyed by news of the new Alliance - the Ulsterian Army continued to win battles after battles, the Scottish army try in vain to reinforce, only to be pursued at every turn by the horde. Anyone caught in by the pursuers are beaten, raped, and killed. Or worse.
Fortunately, for Scotland, the King of Dane is a coward - Grunkers gonna Grunk. Ulminatis going to Ulm.
However, it is of no consequence - for the rape of Scotland has begun, with nothing standing between plunder and the 9000 strong army - no holds barred assaults were made against the King's vassals. Reaping the treasury within. Gold given freely to the hungry mercs.
But the Duke's tyrannical action does not escape the ire of his vassal, for in desperate times, he resorted to desperate measures, to the ire of many.
Cracks begin to show in his vassalhood, but the Duke showed no fear as assaults after assaults rained, thousands of men throwing themselves at the keep's walls hundreds dying every siege, but not the barest show of restraint was made. Scotland is being raped raw.
16 November, 1182
King Mael's power grew weaker. And his vassals smelled blood. Over nine thousand men lost , raped or killed. Anal virginity lost by the dozens every day - eventually the County of Moray went into revolt. Duke Farquhar's 1,500 strong levy sieges the County of Ross where the King resides... cowering in shame.
He grew desperate.
Meanwhile, rape in the west continues unabated.
Slaughter, pillage, rape, a man can lose himself within the madness of war, as six thousand mercs die around him, the Duke of Ulster fell ill. Spectres of his father spoke to him in his sleep, forgiving him of his sins against Scotland, for a Man can do no other than defend himself.
Eventually....
He got better. And just in time, as the Duke of Moray faces the nearly revitalized army of Scotland - a four thousand strong levy coming to rescue their liege.
16 October, 1183 - the race of Ross begins.
As the vassals of Moray rushes into action in defense of their Duke -
Scotland burns from within.
25 November, 1183
The Duke of Moray faces complete annihilation in Ross, the siege is broken. A retreat was called - but as he flees to Moray, the sight of the Ulsterian Army made him smile. Fists were raised in unison.
"It's your show, Art! Show them who is the real King of Scotland!" the Duke shouted as he marches back to him home county to lick his wounds.
"I am no King, Farquhar. Only a Man. A very. Angry. Man," came the reply.
5 December, 1183
Rape.
The King's forces raises the white flag, humiliated by the Duke of Ulster as the Duke of Moray's army joins the celebration in unison.
At last, the tyranny of the Scottish King is over!
