We switch sides during the attack then we get the bandits bounty.
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It take you a little while to join the band, your sworn in at there camp before all of the bandits, you promise to fairy share the loot an to never betray any of there identity's to the law.
As night grows long, your role in the up coming ambush is decided for you, as the new comer your welling to be lead.
There plan is simple, drop a pair of pre cut trees on the road at the fore an aft of the caravan then attack with archers from the hill above and the rest from the front an rear.
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Your up early as the meet Róisín in the bush's for a quiet word about your plan.
"So there just two problems with with this plan, how do we tell the guards that where on there side an how do we stop them trying to claim the rewards?" Róisín asks
"We'll deal with that when we get there, you just stay close to Skafla an cover my back when we swap."
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The sun is high in the sky behind you a you wait for the caravan, face blacked with stripes of burn cork.
"You know what to do Tazamir? you'd better remember that i have first pick of women..." the brute your come to know as Wai Paniu thrust his crotch in the air.
"Your first. *
First to die*" you raise your axe as a bird cry warns you of the caravans approach.
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With a cash the trees fall and bandits fall on the caravan with war cry's bellowing.
There a mob, a wild mob that rush's forwards, the plan is far out of the window an your reluctant to join them simply as "Never volunteer for anything", But you head in anyway.
It's a gorely sight, a few of the caravan guards are trying to fight back as merchants are hacked down, butchered in a wild attack.
"Wait!" you throw your arms back stopping both Róisín an Skafla in there place.
"I know that horse. but where.."
"Cruck that horse! Tazamir there cutting the merchants to pieces!" Róisín pushes past you.
As Róisín hack the flash from a bandits leg like meat from a chicken leg you follow.
With a shouts she hits you, a woman leaps at your from in side a wagon, her knife cuts a gash across your arm, in return you faint a axe blow an hit her with a solid punch, an she falls with a broken an bleeding nose.
Gritting your teeth you flex the arm, nothing damaged but it hurts still.
Then you see them, from out of a hay cart, dress head to toe in shining mail, a silvered war mask and razor like steel claws clenched in her fists.
You remember now about the Crupellarii warrior in the tavern, now that its to late...
There fast too, wasting no time they cut open the bowels of the nearest bandit, ignore the next ones sword blow as they savaging there leg with a swipe cuts open flesh.
She turns an faces toward you...
A) Attack is the best form of defence!
B) Best we talk this out.
C) Can you think of something?
D) Discretion is the better part of valour! run to the hills!
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
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.
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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
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Topic: From an age undreamed of, Kiss of the mace. (SG) (Read 3100 times)