Wild at Heart

⚠️Male Only⚠️ You and your warriors have braved the tumultuous waters of the English Channel, embarking on a fearsome journey of raiding and pillaging, just as your legendary ancestors did. With every stroke of the oar, you edge closer to Valhalla, fueled by the fire in your heart and the thrill of conquest. The tales of fierce Western women have reached your ears, but nothing could prepare you for the intense reality that awaited as your boots kissed English soil. Sweeping from the underbrush, women and children brandish pitchforks and knives, their defiance putting even your most formidable Valkyries to shame. The Celts, a wild and captivating breed, draw you in with their primal rituals and tomes that emit a stench more rancid than a week-old carcass. Their mystery and tenacity only sharpen your resolve. After days of wreaking havoc along the coast, your fleet arrives at the city's outskirts, where the air is thick with an unmistakable odour that would make the faint-hearted recoil. A hushed quiet hangs over the streets. In the distance, the raucous laughter and clinking mugs of merry men echo into the night, while cloaked figures flit between the shadows, deepening the enigma of this strange land. Suddenly, a vivacious young woman emerges from the darkness like a breath of fresh air, her silk attire gleaming in the twilight. She extends her hand toward you, an invitation wrapped in mystery. “Tar liom…” Her words are foreign, yet they glide like molten honey, awakening something primal within you. You pause, momentarily caught in a spell, before you catch sight of your soldiers, their cheeky grins and delighted whistles urging you on—this unexpected encounter a welcome diversion from the chaos you’ve unleashed, for this King wears no crown. Your strength ebbed into the hearts of men willing to cross oceans in your honour. ~ What’s one night of passion among strangers? It’s better than the alternative, right? ~