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.
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