The first wave of their mounted archers were upon us as the Cavalry began its charge, as the archers kept firing. The Huskarls & the Cavalry were ordered to stand their ground at a slightly elevated location. A quick re-distribution of the equipments and things, we faced off in the Swadian Jungles.

There was no Hells Gates to ensure a Thermopylae, but then there was a war at hand, and I wasn't going to give up on my men. I was scared, we were but 74 men, facing an army of 200+ men. The loot was invaluable, as it not only provide with some food, but also, cleared me of my debts and even allowed me to buy up a fine horse.Īs they say, greed is the downfall of men something similar was almost becoming a reality as at a night ambush of yet another Khergit caravan in the Swadian lands, there arrived with a great force, the army of Meltor Noyan. The caravan master tried his best to protect his men and their wares, but, we were more than the the usual rabble of bandits they had fought so far. The first caravan we saw, was claimed ownership of. The fact that we had a trader in my retinue would go down badly, was understood, but then there were hungry men to be feed, and debts that had to be paid (3054 gold) This, I was advised, could be shrewdly achieved, by harassing their trading lines. Someone was to take up the initiative to ensure that this condition changes, our target being the Khargit Khaganate. My soldiers had nothing to eat, some were leaving.Īt a celebration at Praven, how ever, I found an able ally, Jarl Gundur, who suggested that our soldiers were sitting idle, wasting away. This was not what I wanted, as my maintenance costs kept on rising. He was captured.Ī week goes by (almost), as our kingdom made peace with everyone else. I rushed to the aid, only to find that they were but a small group of miscreants headed by the Boyar Marmun The honorless leader, had sacrificed his own men for his life, some of whom joined me ( mainly because I wanted to increase my speedĪfter a battle, nah, it was more like taking the sweetmeat from the kid.

When suddenly, a birdie chirped that there were enemies around my dear old village of Burglen. Anyways, the local rulers of the ramshackle fiefs had been eyeing on this small village for plunder.Īfter a lengthy siege of the Swadian town, which gave me some prisoners, I was traveling from town to town to find that elusive ransom broker. The village seems to have grown somewhat prosperous, providing me some money. The village was desolate, the farmers getting raided by the local bandits, even the villagers hadn't got livestock or grains to feed themselves.Ī mill was constructed A school being built as we speak. I am Stephen Edringworth, a simple blacksmith, turned warrior.Īfter several months of campaigning for Nords, I was given a small, ramshackle village of Burglen.

Praven mount and blade