Roman Empire

Edith runs up to these two. "I deliver a message from our leader. We will beseige your settlement and many of your people will die. If you wish to live, please surrender."

 

>can you explain the story to me so far.<

 

Aragus: You an' your leaada' can oh' fuck' emselfs'

 

'we need to prepare.'

 

Aragus: Roit'

 

Edith answered, "This is foolish. Do you know what's going to happen? We're going to take your country, and our lords will divide Britain. Maybe even sooner or later one group will emerge and create an England. The world shall now be ruled by those you dubbed barbarians. Why don't you flee to Brittany like the others?"

 

Aragus: An' ou' will et' your eautiful elf' out' a' ere' now!

 

Edith smiled, "Goodbye for now. I may never see you again alive." She turned and left the settlement. She returned to the Saxon camp to report that they refused to surrender.

 

Aragus: Buy' wow she sure is pre'ty.

 

"you can't possibly think a saxon is pretty."

 

Weal' sh' es'. Without that dumb pait' she ould' look stunnin'.

 

Edith was very excited. The plans for the seige were beginning. The priests of Odin were predicting victory. Sons were proudly going off to war.
However, Edith would not be allowed to go into direct conflict today. Her family did not want her to be abducted.

 

Aragus: Nontheless, we need to report what we saw now.

 

"exactly, but i can't help but feel that something is wrong."

 

Aragus: Ou' do ave' a pouint'. I' was way to asy'.

 

"something is'nt right."