Highland-warriors -

Should we focus the next part on a between rival clans or a daring midnight raid on a coastal fortress?

For weeks, the lowland forces had been pushing north, their heavy cavalry and polished armor clashing with the wild stillness of the glens. They saw the Highlands as a frontier to be tamed, but to Alistair, the mountains weren’t just land—they were a fortress that breathed. highland-warriors

Alistair stood atop a jagged outcrop, wiping his blade on a tuft of grass. He looked out over the glen, silent once more. They hadn't won the war—not yet—but as long as the mist rolled through the heather and the pipes sang in the dark, the Highlands would never be truly conquered. Should we focus the next part on a

As the first flash of red coats appeared at the mouth of the valley, the Great Highland Bagpipes began to wail. It wasn't a song; it was a scream of defiance that echoed off the granite walls, making the invaders’ horses skitter and rear. Alistair stood atop a jagged outcrop, wiping his

The battle was short and chaotic, fought in the swirling gray fog where the locals were ghosts and the invaders were blind. When the sun finally broke through the clouds, the lowland retreat was a frantic scramble back toward the safety of the plains.