From the Campaign desk of Hersir Erudic.
Brother Hannidar,
I wish now I had listened harder to you, you and your symbols and rules. I had never thought that your nonsense would have been usefull to me when I left the company and this was, as you would say, shortsighted. I know only a year has passed since we parted but I doubt you would recognise me any more. I spent a long time drifting after I left, searching for the purpose the company lost but nothing seemed to fit. I lost the majority of my savings to the bandits, and my dignity to the taverns and brothels along the way, and looking back, my drifting became falling, drunkenness and violence an easy thing to fall into amongst our people. The gods themselves know I would have welcomed employment as a bandit, If only to find purpose, however vile.
I remember Brother Barrik once told us that the gods sometimes gave lesser men choices in between guiding the great, to test the collective will of mankind. I won't bore you with details but I was hired by a merchant to rescue his brother. Having tracked the kidnappers down, myself and a band of vengeful farmhands attacked them, killing all but the leader. He offered me riches, vast riches, the coffers of a far larger group of killers, but I killed him. A good mercenary always sees through his contract.
I floundered then, my small band of followers butchered mercilessly by sea-raider scum. If King Ragnar and his warband hadn't arrived when they did, I fear they may have killed me to. I hadn't intended to, but I joined the army. It was, different. The Brothers in gold were tied to each other by oath, but the Kings men tolerated me only because of my oath to him. In those early days I was an outcast, almost a pariah, even amongst the other recruits. I know now that it is done on purpose, the veterans assume we will die, and so don't form attachments.
I fought and killed, follwed my orders and fought in the front wave of the army time after time, and I survived. The great battles of Rizi, Ryibelet, Ambean and Mechin all fought from the front. The siege assaults were the worst. Such slaughter. Still I stand. King Ragnar had been good to me, promoted me to his huscarl, a member of his elite bodyguard troop, and rewarded me beyond my dreams. All this in barely three months. And the riches, great riches. My life since that fatefull oath has been blessed. Even meeting Ymira, one of the camp followers was a blessing. A dab-hand with a sewing needle, she has saved many lives, and follows me still.
She asked me yesterday why I took the decision to leave the army, and I couldn't answer. I suppose I knew, there was nothing left for me to achieve there. I was one of his best soldiers, a fierce warrior, wealthy, even my armour and weapons were fine beyond recognition thanks to the unknowing wills of dead enemies. With the army I learnt to survive, to fight and kill with the best of them, but I needed a new challenge.
Brother, the day grows dark, and I must finish for today, there are reports to read, and the night watch to set, and for this I thank you. You were always right, symbols and words have made everything possible.
I wish you wellness and safety and may our brothers guide you home.
Brother Erudic
Hersir Tadsamesh
Brother Hannidar,
I wish now I had listened harder to you, you and your symbols and rules. I had never thought that your nonsense would have been usefull to me when I left the company and this was, as you would say, shortsighted. I know only a year has passed since we parted but I doubt you would recognise me any more. I spent a long time drifting after I left, searching for the purpose the company lost but nothing seemed to fit. I lost the majority of my savings to the bandits, and my dignity to the taverns and brothels along the way, and looking back, my drifting became falling, drunkenness and violence an easy thing to fall into amongst our people. The gods themselves know I would have welcomed employment as a bandit, If only to find purpose, however vile.
I remember Brother Barrik once told us that the gods sometimes gave lesser men choices in between guiding the great, to test the collective will of mankind. I won't bore you with details but I was hired by a merchant to rescue his brother. Having tracked the kidnappers down, myself and a band of vengeful farmhands attacked them, killing all but the leader. He offered me riches, vast riches, the coffers of a far larger group of killers, but I killed him. A good mercenary always sees through his contract.
I floundered then, my small band of followers butchered mercilessly by sea-raider scum. If King Ragnar and his warband hadn't arrived when they did, I fear they may have killed me to. I hadn't intended to, but I joined the army. It was, different. The Brothers in gold were tied to each other by oath, but the Kings men tolerated me only because of my oath to him. In those early days I was an outcast, almost a pariah, even amongst the other recruits. I know now that it is done on purpose, the veterans assume we will die, and so don't form attachments.
I fought and killed, follwed my orders and fought in the front wave of the army time after time, and I survived. The great battles of Rizi, Ryibelet, Ambean and Mechin all fought from the front. The siege assaults were the worst. Such slaughter. Still I stand. King Ragnar had been good to me, promoted me to his huscarl, a member of his elite bodyguard troop, and rewarded me beyond my dreams. All this in barely three months. And the riches, great riches. My life since that fatefull oath has been blessed. Even meeting Ymira, one of the camp followers was a blessing. A dab-hand with a sewing needle, she has saved many lives, and follows me still.
She asked me yesterday why I took the decision to leave the army, and I couldn't answer. I suppose I knew, there was nothing left for me to achieve there. I was one of his best soldiers, a fierce warrior, wealthy, even my armour and weapons were fine beyond recognition thanks to the unknowing wills of dead enemies. With the army I learnt to survive, to fight and kill with the best of them, but I needed a new challenge.
Brother, the day grows dark, and I must finish for today, there are reports to read, and the night watch to set, and for this I thank you. You were always right, symbols and words have made everything possible.
I wish you wellness and safety and may our brothers guide you home.
Brother Erudic
Hersir Tadsamesh