Mount and Blade Warband Character Journal

The bandit runs toward me shield drawn. Closing one eye the familiar creak of a bow being pulled slows my heart as I take aim. Flying like the wind the Arrow strikes the thief in the throat. He falls to the ground as the blood begins to pool around him.

Another man runs towards me from the shadows, Drawing my bow once more I take aim. However he is unarmed. He invites me in from the dark and dangerous streets into his home where he tells me of troubles in the area with bandits becoming more bold and them having an inside man within the city walls.

Patiently I wait for him to ask his favor of me. It would appear that his brother has been captured. He recommends I gather a small party to aid me in rescuing his brother. Apparently the surrounding villages often have young men bold or stupid enough to leave their comfortable lives in search of glory and adventure. I have not yet decided which of the two I am.

The sunrise lets me know it is time to begin my journey for followers. The sound of hooves echoing off the city walls slowly fade in the distance and are replaced by chirping birds and crops waving in the wind.

After some Time I arrive in the nearest village known as Kwynn. Talking to the townsfolk yield me two young inexperienced but brave men willing to follow me into battle. Their names are Erik and Nyland.

They follow me through the nearby forest to a town called Jelbegi Where I find two more budding recruits who go by the names Ghelhar and Angband.

We are now five strong and morale is high. We make our way back to Sargoth to meet up with the merchant as instructed.

On the way there the men talk of their old lives and how boring they are and how they can't wait to have songs written about them. I for the most part hold my tongue. Mentally preparing for the inevitable bloodshed. I have had to take a few lives in the past in my own defense, It is not as glorious as these men, or should I say, boys make it out to be. We stop at one last town and recruit two more men named Deckard and Harold.

The battlements of Sargoth peek over the horizon and we arrive before nightfall. The worn oaken gates creak open allowing my party and I to enter. The aroma of Ale and other brews as well as fresh roast meat leads a trail straight to the in. The men use this time for merry making while I find the merchant and talk business.

A belligerent and degenerate man wags his tongue in my direction seeking to enrage me. I ignore him but he still draws his blade.

No! Stop! The innkeeper shouts but to no avail.

It takes more than words to stop a man with fire in his eyes.

The blunt end of my axe connects with his chest as he lunges towards me savagely. He falls to the ground like a rock into a lake where he lies until his friends drag him away.

Nonchalantly I walk up to the merchant. He is pleased to see I have gathered some allies to aid me in the acquisition of his lost brother.

He tells me to search the countryside in hopes of finding their lair. He assures me they cannot be far.

After spending the night in the inn I sell some furs I brought from home to purchase provision for the party.

The sun rises and we set forth.

Before long Erik spots a group of men in the distance, Their clothing suggests they are lowlifes of some form. We make haste. Once we are within earshot their leaders inquires what it is we want. He refuses to tell us where they are keeping the prisoners.

Drawing my blade I yell to arms men! This is your chance for glory!



Our war cry echoes off nearby trees as we charge the bandits will all the speed we can muster. The men follow my lead into the battle as the damn holding back our adrenaline bursts.

The men slaughter the opposition ruthlessly save their leader. Their leader we capture. In exchange for his life, he tells us where they are keeping the merchants brother. The men rejoice when they see the spoils. From the loot pile I am able to find myself a new set of boots as well as a chest piece. The party is in high morale as we set off for where the merchants brother is being held.

Erik who led the charge was able to find a spear from the pile of corpses. He says he feels much more confident after that battle and that he will perform even better in future battles.

Instead of waiting for daylight we march onwards through the night. It is a long ride to the bandit camp but spirits are high so the time goes quick. On the way we pass several impressive armies of the lands nobles. They are at least 100 strong. I hope to lead and army that strong someday. They of course have no need to both us rabble as we have no material or political value to them.



We approach the camp. Scouting reveals a way down to where they have set up.

Leaving behind my horse we sneak down the hillside hoping to catch them unawares.



Rocks begin to tumble down the hillside alerting them of our assault. Drawing their weapons they run to meet us.

The men charge ahead of me. Deckard is cut down as soon as he reaches the enemy. Enraged by the loss of their companion Erik and Nyland swiftly dispatch of the nearest bandits. A group of 3 is to the left near the campfire, Erik sees them and charges without hesitation. I am too far behind him and am unable to support him. He puts up a good fight but falls into the sand. I can see him writhing in pain, he is not yet dead. With a shout I split the man responsible skull in half in one swift blow.



The rest of the men back me up and the remaining two fall into the wet sand.

The battle is over. We are able to rescue the merchant's brother. Harold and Erik lie wounded in the sand unable to move. With the cacophony of battle over, the sound of the waves kissing the sand comforts us. Several of the men had close calls. Those of us new to battle have learned a valuable lesson. We are not immortal. Lives come and go like the waves.

laying Deckard on one the bandit's vessels we prepare him for a grand funeral. He is placed with sword in hand. I wield the torch that will set blaze the ship and send him to the afterlife. After a few moments of silence the torch is thrown onto the ship as it is pushed out so see.

Somberly we stand on the coast. Watching the flames climb higher. The smoke rises into the sky and along with it Deckard's spirit. The ship finally creaks as its hull collapses and it begins to flood with water. A few pieces still float burning. Not a word is said as we gather the loot and bury our enemies.

It is decided to use the bandit's camp to take care of our wounded and get some shut eye.



The next day we shall set off for Sargoth to reunite the Merchant and his brother.

I am able to find a new axe in the pile of loot. Ghelharr finds a bow and decides to practice with it a bit.

Dawn arrives and we slowly walk back to Sargoth following the path of a river.

The familiar walls of Sargoth beckon us. Arriving in the city I receive my payment for returning the merchant's brother.

After selling some extra gear I treat my party to a round of drinks and some well deserved rest.



This will give me time to think about what to do next. My mind drifts away to memories of hunting with my father as my eyelids grow too heavy for me to carry.

After a few nights of relaxing and drinking it is time to move onward. My coin purse is pretty full even with the men's wages coming soon. After much thought and talk amongst the men it is decided to recruit several more soldiers and to slay some bandits for money and practice with the hope of eventually becoming a band of mercenaries to fight for the highest bidder in the squabbles of the rich.

Dew sits comfortably on the blades of grass as we set off before the earth has yet been warmed by the sun's comforting rays. After recruiting men from the surrounding villages we are twenty-two men strong! All of Nordic descent. My father would be proud.

With the influx of recruits I am unable to keep up with all their names. They all act similar enough. If any of them do something worthy of recognition I will be sure to memorize their name. To welcome the new recruits into the party we stop by the city of Tihr. After purchasing a new shield and more provisions it is time to rest for the night.

The men are hungover and reluctant to travel. Threatening to cut their wages seems to do the trick. The rookies want blood. If its blood they want, then blood, they shall have.

A woman's cry for help draws attention to a group of bandits nearby. It is apparent that our numbers are greater than theirs without hesitation we charge.






Arrows whiz past us as get over the crest of the hill. Swiftly returning the favor with shouts and arrows of our own we make haste towards their lines.

The blood is eager to flow like a Fjord after winter. The fighting is brutal and fast. I run behind their lines drawing their attention as Erik leads the charge into their flank. The bandit in back quickly finds a spear in his back. As quick as it started the battle is over.

Counting the dead, it is decided that eight of our own have fallen, and 12 of theirs. The victory is bittersweet for the new recruits.

We rescue the woman from the clutches of the bandit scum.

“Tell me fine lady, What is your name?” I asked the lady.

The response was quick and brief “Kerrigan.”

“What a lovely name, You are free to go now and do as you wish”

“free to do what? Go back to the ruins of my home? Let me join you, I want to fight, I need revenge!”

“Very well you shall have your wish, take this blade, Welcome.”



The survivors of the battle are now considered veterans. They grab new armor and weapons from our fallen enemies. They now know the pain of battle. After all is said and done we are 14 men, and 1 woman strong. As the crew pitches their tents, I try on my new armor and split the loot amongst the survivors. One of the men tells me that we are now within the country of Swadia's realm. The men here apparently favor fighting on horseback and heavy armor as opposed to the lighter armor and footmen style of the Nords.

Kerrigan tells me of a town nearby where we can sell our loot and purchase more supplies. We travel geared up and ready to engage any bandits that we may come across. The road moves past us quickly before we know it Suno lies before us. The men all know the routine we quickly sell what weapons we do not want and then make our way to the inn, Many are still exhausted from the most recent battle.



Rumor has it that there are hordes of bandits hiding within the woods of these lands. We will do our best to route them fromm their holes as if they were deer in a hunting ground.

Huzzah! There are bandits ahead. The order to prepare for battle is given. The men are eager to see how Kerrigan can perform in battle.

Tis a fine day for a battle, The sun is warm but not too warm and there is a slight breeze.

To arms men! For our fallen brothers!

Riding ahead allows me to spot our enemies, they are clad in light armor and wielding bows. Letting loose my first arrow I turn to see my men following close behind, eager for the bloodshed. One of my arrows makes it mark as a yell of pain reaches my ears. Without hesitation another arrow is let fly.

Erik once again leads the charge piercing the nearest enemies' throat with his spear. The others are not far behind him as they clash into the bandits. Kerrigan does not hold back and attempts to fight on even as an arrow pierces her soft flesh. Before long she falls to the ground and is dragged away by Erik and Nyland. Once we have the upper hand kicking my horse I charge in finishing the last of the scoundrels

There was much rejoicing. Until we counted our dead. Only three of our own were killed compared to their ten, but those are three men I would still love to have fighting under my command. Both Harold and Angband are amongst the dead as well as one of the newer recruits. A ceremony is held for the dead and respects are paid. As we are not savages the slain bandits are buried as well as our own.

Harold and Angband are placed next to each other below the largest and strongest tree we could find. They were from the same village and had enlisted t ogether. Ironic that they died in the same battle.

Though we took some losses, Many men earned enough gold to purchase themselves better gear. I can tell by the way they carry themselves that they have learned much in these few battles. As have we all. We return to Suno to rest. Kerrigan appears to be doing better but she will be out of any fights that we may encounter. From what I hear she is taking the injury very well and has even more ferocity in her voice.

Our ranks our thinning, Tomorrow we will start heading back to the Nord lands and begin recruitment once more. Nord folk seem to get along with each other quiet well. We cannot fight our enemies if we are too busy fighting ourselves. It has been some time since our first battle, or so it seems. Erik, Nyland and Ghelhar have all gained a fair bit of combat experience. They have all bought some improved gear as well. It is my goal to keep things somewhat small with more experienced fights as larger armies move slower and have more complications as well.

By nightfall we pass through the mountains and find ourselves back in the kingdom of the Nords. After camping for the night we set forth to find fresh men to bolster our ranks. The nearest villages yield results as we are now 28 men strong. Though sad it may be, I do not expect many of them to survive the first battle. Stopping in Tihr I quickly purchase a new bow for myself.

Towards Swadia we ride.

“Enemies ahead!” Shouts one of the new recruits.
“looks to be about seven of them”

Erik replies coldly “Not for long”

The battle weighs heavily in our favor, our opponents are rabble and have no decent equipment whatsoever. I expect few casualties on our end.

Upon spotting the bandits I let loose my first arrow which finds its mark deep in the throat of the bandit in front. He falls to the ground in agony. The rest of the men make their way into the fray. It is over quickly. One last bandit attempts to flee for his life. Gripping the reins tightly I urge my horse onward. I can only imagine what the sound of hooves getting closer and closer must sound like. Raising my axe and preparing to strike he turns around to see me about to strike. The momentum of the horse carries my axe straight through his neck decapitating him. The head falls on the ground and begins to roll.
No casualties were received by my men, just a few scratches here and there but those build character.

The woods are oddly quiet as we search for bandits that have set up camp in these woods. The snap of a bowstring makes me jump as an arrow embeds itself in a nearby tree.

“Ambush!” I yell drawing my axe. It would appear the bandits have found us first. How nice of them to save us the time.

Their arrows fall on us like rain, an arrow pierces my shoulder embedding itself into my flesh. I am not the other one who is unlucky, Several others become wounded by the initial barrage a few mortally so.

I see Kerrigan fall to the ground an arrow protruding from her neck. Another man tries to help her but meets a similar fate. The death of Kerrigan enrages the surviving men who quickly massacre the surviving bandits without mercy.

The fighting has stopped as the earth drinks deep the blood of the fallen. Taking time to mourn the loss of Kerrigan we slowly prepare a grave. She was a brave soul, she did not fear death one bit.

Graves are dug for all other fallen as well. The air becomes to heavy to bear and I signal for us to move out. I had really hoped to see Kerrigan become the greatest female warrior in all the land. Perhaps she already was...



A few days pass and the men are eager for vengeance. Luckily later that day we encounter a group of 14 bandits. By now the men know what to do. They all have some level of combat experience. As Morale has been low since the passing of Kerrigan I decide to fight on foot with the men. It has been a while since I have been in the thick of the fight. Why should a man risk his life for a leader if trhe leader will not risk his life for him?



The sun makes it difficult to spot the opposition, They are spotted on the hill top.





Arrows are exchanged and the first blood is shed as Ghelhar lands a perfect shot. Our armies clash and two more of them fall. With a war cry my axe makes contact with the nearest bandit severely wounding him. With rage he returns a blow which is blocked by my shield. I feel a sharp pain in my back and blackness takes over my eyes.



My body aches, I know not where I am. A fire crackles nearby, fearing the worst my eyes open to see the familiar faces of Erik, Ghelhar, and Nyland sitting over me.

“Welcome back” Nyland says.
“You took a nasty blow to the back, we didn't think you would make it, I skewered the bastard myself, We rescued two farmers who wish to join us as their farms were razed to the ground.”

“Anything else?” I groan.

“we lost four, their respects have all been paid.” Ghelharr responds.

“Lets get some rest then try and find their central camp in the morn”

As my men grow stronger and purchase new armor and weapons it is only fair to increase their pay. We are still twenty-one strong however wages is more than it was when we had even more men.

My coffers are dwindling, I have enough to pay them for three weeks as it stands. More money would be nice however.

Conversation with one of the farmers yields results as he tells us the location of the camp where they took him after he was captured for ransom.

Approaching the camp I hand pick my best men to come with me in the assault. The wind whistles through the pine trees as blades are drawn.

Their lookout spots us, Ghelhar quickly plants an arrow in his chest and Nyland finishes the job quickly. Arrows fly towards us like wasps from the nest. Shields raised we creep forward. I close ground on the nearest bandit he draws an axe and strikes a strong blow into my stomach which my armor stops. Striking back at him an arrow pierces my back pulling me to the ground.

My men are forced to pull me away and retreat. The attack failed. If only I had not been stubborn and waited to be fully healed before attacking. From now on I will always make sure there is ample time for myself and my men to regain their strength.

The battle was not entirely lost, Erik was able to purchase new gear afterward and has proven himself to be my strongest warrior.

Arriving in Dhirim word reaches my ear that there is a tournament in town. I will gladly enter and bet a few denars on myself early on so that if I win, I will be set for a few weeks.

The first round features horseback riding and lancing. I am terrible with a lance. Praying my teamates know more about lances I suit up.

The crowd roars as the combatants enter the arena the horn sounds and all hell breaks loose. My first charge misses terribly and I am pulled from my horse and eliminated from the tournament. Bruised and beaten it is time to head to the inn for some much needed rest.

After a few days in Dhirim wanderlust boredom begins to set in. Once again The men don their armor and prepare to set out into the world not knowing if they shall make it back or not.

Over the past few weeks I have raised a pretty strong bunch of Nords, They have all seen their fair share of bloodshed. They have both wielded the axe to slay foes, and the shovel to bury friends. They now know what I means to be a warrior.

Money is tight so we cannot afford to recruit any new members until we gather more funds, so we shall have a little bit of a fundraiser you might say.

A day on the road and in the plains yields results. Our first donors are spotted.

“Hold them by their feet and drain their pockets boys”

Outnumbered 2-1 the bandits stand no chance. To keep morale up I decide to fight on foot alongside the men, I can't let them have all the fun. The bandits have the high ground and a large number of archers, if we suffer any casualties it will be when we close ground.

I lead the charge felling the first one swiftly with my axe.



I distract two more whilst Erik and Nyland finish them off. Before long the battle is done. One of the farmers and one of the less experienced soldiers of ours pass away in the fighting. They fought honorably. The other farmer managed to survive and earned himself some better gear, He is no longer considered a farmer by the men, He has earned their respect.

A little bit of money is earned from the battle, I can afford two weeks pay for my men. Still not enough to recruit though. After camping for a day to heal up it is time to find more loot!

Before we can break camp we are ambushed by a group of bandits who's numbers almost equal our own.

I expect great bloodshed on both sides, I can see the fear in my men's eyes.

Running ahead on horseback to draw their fire I fire a few return shots but none make their mark.
The former farmer scores the first kill as his crossbow bolt angrily embeds itself deep in the chest of one of the bandits. Two more enemies fall in the initial clash.

The rest soon follow, We slaughter them with not a single injury on our side, Perhaps I gave them too much credit. Victory is sweet, not bitter sweet as it normally is. Drinks and songs will fill the night.

After much riding to no avail It has become apparent that bandits do not grow on trees. However they sure look good hanging from them. To earn more money it is decided to head to the mountains of Rhodok in hopes of finding work or even more bandits. There is a training ground on the way where we will stop to keep our skills sharp.

The mountains of Rhodok welcome us and yield results right away. Upon reaching the peak of a mountain we spot a small group of bandits traveling downhill.

“Make haste men, those men will be paying for your dinner”

Its a cold mountain night, my breath rises from me as if it were the soul of a slain man. A quick glance at the soldiers reveals they are eager to engage.

Dismounting I prepare to fight alongside them as we are in unfamiliar territory and my presence is always welcome on the front lines.

They are spotted on the hilltop our archers open fire and we charge them with a war cry that would set fear into the heart of the most feral beasts.

The first bandit runs directly at my sword raised, I deflect the blow with my shield and with sleight of hand slit his throat leaving him to bleed as steam rises from the wound.

One of Erik's throwing axes embeds itself in one of the bandits in the back who then falls to his knees.
Once more a bandit swings at me and again I block it as Nyland finishes the bastard off from behind. He did however land a decent hit, My armor absorbed most of it but I still feel it. Before too long the bandits are mopped up with no losses or major injuries on our end. Pride begins to swell within me as I remember the first few battles we fought and how the men have improved since then.

Out farmer friend has become quite deadly with a crossbow as well. Its amazing what rage and a man with nothing to live for can do in battle.

Selling the bandits weapons earns us around 300 Denars, I now have enough to pay for two weeks wages, I just gave the men this weeks pay a few hours ago. Once There is enough money in my coin purse to maintain my army for 4 weeks it will be time to recruit once more.

The next morning after a short ride we are met with another party of bandits. The men are eager for bloodshed, It has been some time since we have lost one of our own, I fear thay may forget how it feels.

The sun shines on the battlefield making it easy to spot the opposition. Heavy boots pound the earth quicker and quicker as ground is closed. Feeling a bit reckless I decide to prepare for a Calvary flank, I will let my men engage then run downhill into the enemies backside creating all sorts of confusion.



Two of them spot me from afar, I will have to deal with them before entering the thick of things.

Axe in hand and prepared to strike, distance is closed. Leaning to the right, with all the momentum of my mount I strike, It makes contact but is not enough to slay the bandit.



My horse cries out as a Javelin is thrust into its flesh. Riding Off I dismount and prepare to use my bow while staying near my companion.

One enemy remains, Remember my hunter upbringing I draw my bow and hold my breath, The familiar twang of a bowstring being let loose comforts me as the arrow brings the man to the ground

Victory is ours, but not for free. It will take some time for my horse to heal, and we lost one of our own and another has been wounded.



The bright side, Is that Ghelhar has become very deadly with a bow. The bandits in the land of Rhodok seem to be much better off than those within the lands of Swadia, We are making a fair bit of Denars in these lands.

Once all is said and done we are at almost 800 Denars. If we had this much money growing up my Father and I would not have had to risk frostbite and beheading for hunting in the dead of winter on the king's private hunting grounds. We could have simple bought food.

18 strong we are, and that is 18 strong men. With the current financial state, it is time to recruit even more. The plan is to ride back to the Nordlands and pick a few fights along the way. The Nordic people have proven themselves in combat, and they seem to get along with each other rather well, at least when alcohol is added to the equation.

The men woke slowly today after a night of drinking. It took a good deal of time to prepare for the journey back to the Nordic lands in search of fresh men. I am unsure if I wish to slay bandits for the rest of my days, there does not seem to be much glory in that nor do I wish to kiss the boot of some king, or take from the innocent. Time will tell what becomes of my warband.

Traveling through the mountains we stumbled upon a hideout in the mountain. I picked my best men to accompany me in the stealth assault on their encampment. Slowly we crept into their encampment slaying several before the alarm could be sound. The man who sounded the alarm was quickly silenced by a javelin to the back.



Ah yes, the spoils of war. This fight, if you can call it that, proved to be very lucrative indeed. Carrying food and arms we made our way north once more leaving as silently as we had came.

Stopping in Praven to sell our wares nets us more Denars, Which brings our total to over 1,000 Denars! The future is bright if we continue down this path.

Before long we make our way through the familiar mountain pass which is guarded by the ominous Jelbegi Castle.

We spend all of the next following day traveling from town to town gathering men. Once the day is done our force is 36 strong! The next morn we shall make our way to a nearby training ground in hopes that the veterans can show the recruits a thing or two that may save their lives.

A leaders example can be invaluable. I promise double rations for the first two recruits to challenge me two versus one and defeat me. Two of the braver ones stand and prepare to duel. They were too aggressive and I was able to defeat them simply by blocking and waiting for an oppurtunity to strike.

Erik had become a fearsome warrior as of late, as well as my second in command. He was eager to challenge my skill, It was a challenge I could not decline. We trade blows but before long he lands a powerful two handed strike that brings me too my knees.



“That is why I fight, and you lead.” He scoffed. I simply smiled and accepted his hand as he helped me too my feet. He then proceeded to explain to the new recruits how the fight and gone down and what they should learn from it. Overall the training was a success and even I walked away, well limped away from it with more knowledge.

The next morning we wander in search of bandits to give the fresh meat some experience. We ride for days without any sign of bandits. A few of the recruits have made remarks such as “I thought we were getting paid to fight” Once they have fought, they will learn to accept and enjoy the peace and not reeking of blood and sweat.

Finally we were able to find somebody to fight, it took us forever to chase them down, we must have followed them clear across Swadia! Our numbers surpassed them by half a score. I slew several myself as I made passes on horseback through their flank. We only lost two men in the battle however a larger number sustained injuries that render them incapable of fighting for a few days. They had a man hunter held captive who has decided to join us. I am no longer the only man with a horse in this war band. This will prove very helpful in tactical situations.

Smoke rises to the clouds from a nearby village, It appears to have been razed overnight. One of my men informs me that the Kingdom of the Nords is at war with the Kingdom of Swadia. I can only imagine what petty thing must have caused such a strife.

There was another battle today, All went well it seemed. However after the battle we found that our farmer friend had fallen with several arrows in his chest. It was as if he were from a fantasy tale of old. His shield was engraved with his name and his story, and was nailed to the tree we buried him under. Twas a sad day.

During an assault on a bandit hideaway I received a terrible arrow wound in my shoulder. I slew the bastard responsible and watched his corpse roll down the hill. But than another arrow found a way through my armor. The hands of my men carry me to safety well Ghelhar and the other archers provide cover. The attack is a failure. Embarrassed and wounded I am carried to the camp. It would be wise to stay out of combat for a few days. Money is starting to dwindle, Looting that bandit lair would have certainly solved that. If we do not make more this week, disbanding a few people may be necessary.



We ambushed another group of enemies today rescuing three more farmers. They had similar stories to tell as the last group we encountered. The urged me to allow them to join our war band. Since seeing what a man who has lost everything can do in battle, it would be unwise to decline their request.

Money is still tight, there are tons of bandit tracks in the area so I feel if we spend a few days... hunting, we will be able to make enough to pay next week's wages and a round of brew. Speaking of brew, After stopping by the tavern to grab a drink I spoke with a farmer who's village was being held hostage by bandits. I agreed to help them out as it will give us experience, and perhaps a reward.

The only concern is that there may be more bandits then we can handle, however I have faith that my men can cut through swathes of bandits without any problem.

On the way to the village we are waylaid in a narrow mountain pass. The fighting is fierce so I heard. I became unconscious early on in the battle. Two out of the three farmers who joined us fell along with the man hunter we recruited and a few of the more experienced men.

This victory feels more like a defeat to the men and I. We must camp and wait a few days before attempting to fight the bandits in the nearby village otherwise... they may win...


After a few days spent mourning our fallen brothers and nursing our wounds it is time to save the village they call Epeshe.

Scouts inform us there are a mere 18 bandits here. With the aid of the local townsfolk this will be a trivial battle.



The bandit leader is on horseback and follows me into the hills as I am cut off from allies as there are bandits between us. A horseback duel ensues, after felling his horse I separate his head from his shoulders.






I ride to meet my men in the heat of things only to find that the battle is already won. Not one life was lost within our ranks, including the villagers who aided us.

The village elder thanks us and rewards us with food. Several of the village's young men with to join us on their journey, I accept hoping that they will get along with the Nords in my party.

Things seem to be going smoothly with the assimilation of the Rhodoks into our party. The men and I are very eager to see how they do in combat. According to them they favor crossbows and spears as opposed to the axes and bows of Nords. Erik appears to be skeptical of their battle prowess. Hopefully they will prove him wrong.

Travels bring us back into the Nordlands once more where 6 more former peasants decide to follow my lead.

A few days pass and we manage to find another bandit hideout. We make it back to camp with a fair deal of loot. But with one less recruit. Planning to stay the night in Uxhal I wander the streets towards an inn. The familiar sound of a bow being drawn reaches my ears. I turn to see two bandits facing me. The first runs towards me shield draw, Well aimed arrows below the shield bring him to the ground.
After a few exchanged arrows with the other who is way down the street I emerge victorious. Taking their coin purses I head to the tavern. Earlier today there was a skirmish, we lost a few soldiers, mainly one the last of the farmers who had joined us.

We engaged a group of bandits today who's numbers were similar to our own. Two of the Rhodok soldiers passes away, the rest earned valuable experience and are starting to get the hang of things. There was another battle soon after. We waited over the crest of a hill, Once they almost got to the top of the crest I ordered a charge deep into their ranks annihilating them.



All went well save the death of an experienced warrior. A good deal of money was earned today in the fights, hopefully it will be time to recruit soon.