Hugh reveled in his outlaw status but it came with a catch. He faced a "must win" battle to regain the King's favor. Losing meant his warband would melt away and the end of the campaign. Our final battle started with the Saxons catching my Britons fording a river. Rallying from a bad start, I enjoying a run of luck that sent the Saxons packing.
Hugh lived out his days as a fugitive, despised by all. I was hoisted onto the shoulders of my victorious Britons for a celebration we hoped might last until the end of days. Then came reports of new raiders at our shores. Proving that trouble comes in threes, the Irish, Scotti and Picts are raiding our fine lands. I'm getting the (war) band back together to send our enemies off.
Up today is a Pict Lord and his chariot for the DB raiders expansion. The chariot is tricked out with 6 severed heads and another to spare. Apparently, 6 heads just wouldn't do for this Pict Lord.