A — Village Targeted By Barbarians Free

What happened next was not a battle. It was a transaction. The Vale laid out its best: a roasted pig, three casks of sour ale, a loom’s worth of wool. The Wolf Clan ate and drank, but they did not stop. They smashed the loom. They kicked over the well’s bucket. They methodically set fire to every building except the chapel, which Skadi declared “cursed.”

The village reeve, a stooped man named Aldric, gathered everyone in the longhall. “They are the Wolf Clan,” he said, his voice steady but pale. “They come not for our land, but for our stores. They will take the grain, the cattle, the iron. And if we resist…” a village targeted by barbarians

The hour passed. The barbarians descended. Torches bloomed like orange flowers against the thatch. What happened next was not a battle

Inside the longhall, chaos. Some wanted to fight with pitchforks and hunting bows. Others wept and gathered children. An old woman named Elara, who everyone thought was deaf and half-mad, stood up. “I remember the last time,” she said. “Forty years ago. The Raven tribe. We fed them, and they left the well intact. Offer them a feast. Not to fill their bellies—to slow them down. Then we light the hidden path behind the chapel and slip into the caves.” The Wolf Clan ate and drank, but they did not stop