Let's try to talk first, and if that fails we attack.
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You spread your arms wide caching Skafla an Róisín in there attack.
"Wait !" you shout at them, holding them back.
She look's at you as armed men emerge from barrels, hay stacks an sacks behind her.
"You on the ground! guard's man cover them" the Crupellarii barks at you.
Then then you swap sides, from behind her you see a running bandit with a spear, sharp an deadly.
You throw your axe over her shoulder and her it's crack's as it bits in the bandits skull.
She jumps wards back in the bandit, with legs tangled them both fall.
A bolt kisses you passing clean thou your left trap muscle as you throw your self behind Róisín an her mail an plate clade frame.
You quickly thank the stars that Róisín has never been a small woman, nor of slight apatites.
The bolt scatter from plated mail an well foraged Brigantine.
"Stop! Stop you fools!" the Crupellarii shouts.
She jumps up an pushes her own men a-side. "Stop! there prisoners! You seize them! You two deal with the rest!" she points at them an you.
You do not give them an problems, letting them bind you in strong rope as your taken prisoners.
That the end of the bandits ,
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You spend a few days in a jail cell, just you Skafla an Róisín before you taken before the magistrate for trial.
You don't have a great story, "We where just walking by that bit of road when the caravan was attacked, so we tried to help.."
You all know that it's weak but that you have little other choice.
It's an sad show of a trial you don't have any defence.
Then the Crupellarii she enters a plea on your behalf, she might of removed the heavy mail armour an face mask but you recognise her, she speaks in your defence, crediting you an R with both helping to fight the bandits.
It's not much but its enough, just enough to get you of most of the charges, you still have to pay a hefty blood price to the women who's nose you broke.
After a fair wack your wallet you leave the court room, much poorer too.
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Jobs
A) Temple guard, a wave of religious unrest has rocked the city over the last few week so the local priests are now hireing guards to keep there temples safe.
B) Aquilonia is now deep in a civil war, on one side is mix of lords an merchants, and on the other the it's rightful would be queen Avelot and her husband's deep pockets.
Blood an gold flows as both sides rush to raise army's loyal only to coin..
C) Packet up your troubles in the old kit bag an head off to some where else...
There's always work for sell swords..
Description : Grizzled old veteran, stocky and broad shouldered with a permanent frown on his tired face. Scars adorn his face and arms. Wears scuffed plain clothes, his shins and legs are protected with sun faded an tattered breeches. Tazamir had grey eyes, and a silvery mane of long hair with a bushy beard.
Gender: Man
Equipment:
Weapon: War axe
A stout war axe with spiralling inlaid silver bands, a sharp axe blade and short pyramid shaped hammer face on the rear.
Mounts: A chestnut stallion of 16 hands
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Description : Pale with long black hair plated tight an braided with silver rings, her hazel eyes and that scar running down the left of her brow above her left eye, an down to a twisted lip below.
Gender: Woman
Equipment:
Weapon: Longsword
Knife
Armour: Brigantine, a once cream coloured brigantine that's now stained a ripped in places.
Description : Tall with high proud cheeks and strong nose, a she's scared with a sword blow from left brow an down thu her eye an cheek, an emerald sits in the hole of her ruined eye.
Gender: Woman
Equipment:
Armour: Iron scale shirt
Weapon: Iron Broadsword