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[h3][i][b]Lindisfarne Priory[/b][/i][/h3][/center]
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Odin's Whisper had beat the Crow to shore, its raiders already nearly at the temple before Edric put his boots to the ground. It was in moments like this, running alongside fifty men to raid some heathen Saxons, that Edric really felt his age. His legs burned, and a dull ache radiated out from his knees each time his heel found the ground. Within a few moments, Skuli and many of the other raiders had outrun him, leaving Edric nearer the middle. 

It suited him fine, however. The bells indicated the church spied their approach, and may have arms prepared against them. The impatient youth keen to outrun their own captain will be the first to be pierced by arrow and steel.

Edric reached the church, wiping the sweat from his brow and catching his breath. Herek was knocking at the door, Uffr stood nearby, and Skuli and his men were circling the church.

"The door is barred shut," said one raider.

"The windows are all shuttered as well," said Skuli, returning from behind the church. "Some Saxons have fled inland, into the hills."

"Saxons are cowards." Edric stated plainly. He studied the door of the Christ temple. It was solid oak and wrought with iron. It would take some effort ramming it open, and the bells may have alerted nearby men. There were nearby trees to fashion a ram, but that would take all day, and Edric didn't exactly relish being here longer then he had to. 

Edric studied his fellow raiders, rubbing a hand through his course, grey beard. "They think their Christ will save them, but they only delay Gods' will. We could make a ram from the trees over yonder, but those bells are bound to attract attention. Lets say we smoke these rats out of their whole, end this quick."