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Chapter 12
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July 1
I've stayed in one area too long...my sword-hand is twitching. Leaving the city, I found a stick, and tossed it in the air. It pointed east, so to the east I rode. I stopped for the night in Jelkala, which isn't a particularly interesting place. It seems to be struggling, economic-wise. People seem to be moving elsewhere. The beds in the inn were also damned uncomfortable.
July 2nd
Set out before sunrise. I guess I'll keep heading east..from what I hear the desert can be a fairly dangerous place. More dangerous when I get there, though. I came to the city of Shariz just before dusk, finding, much to me dismay, that the tavern doesn't serve ale, only wine! What kind of bloody tavern DOESN'T HAVE ALE? Bloody heathens. I'll have to drink water, then.
I found Timmy in the tavern, though. I tried high-fiving him, but he wasn't paying attention and I accidentally punched him in the face. I bought him another wine to make him feel better. When he'd dulled the pain of his throbbing nose, he taught me another poem, for another 300 denar fee...the tale of Helgered and Kara. He then went to his room to cry about his nose some more. That's what wine does to a man, turns ye into a pansy...
High fiving Timmy
A new poem
July 3rd
I left Shariz today, heading deeper into the desert. The lure of eastern treasure and adventure overpowered me dread of not having ale while I'm here. The Sarranids are still at war the Khan, so most of their lords are fighting in the steppe.
While ridin' through the desert aimlessly (I brought plenty o' water, thankfully), I ran into an Emir Hamezan, who asked that I find out where the bandits in his lands are hiding out and slaughter them like pigs. Was only too happy to accept, as in addition to the whatever loot I found in the hideout, the good Emir would reward me handsomely.
A job for the Emir
Individual bands seemed to travel in close proximity to each other, I guess so as to catch every target they could. Tried chasin' me a few times, but I always gave 'em the slip.
I searched for almost three weeks, down the length and breadth of the Sultanate. I saw nothing of civilization, only the burning desert. Finally, I came up with the idea to search in an ever-widening circle around Ahmerrad, where they seemed to be the strongest. Finally, just a few hours from the city, it popped out of the sand, givin' me a surprise. They'd hidden their lair well, but it wouldn't stop me. They were good, though, these bandits. One of them damn near skewered me before I noticed him. When he ran out o' pointy things to hurl me way, though, he charged without waitin' for his comrades. Took me only one slash to end his life. Foolishly, I launched a few arrows at another who was quite out o' me range.
Found ya!
The canyon of death
Prepare to die!
Perfect form!
I started to regret not bringin' me shield along, opting instead for extra arrows. Still, at first their favored tactic seemed to be hurling pointy things like their tundra brethren. I guess they were used to throwing at a mob, and not a lone, nimble fighter like meself, because they exhausted their supply and were forced to come at me. In the distance, a larger group waited, probably wanting to let me come close and call reinforcements from the caves like the mountain bandits. I wasn't gonna play by their rules, though. The second backed away quickly and started to charge again but by that time I'd put an arrow through him.
Outta range...
Closing in...
I found me a nice spot on a ridge from which to launch arrows down at the bastards, nothing really hit but it did make 'em mad. They charged up the hill but kept me pinned down with their javelins, and unfortunately I took a couple, but still I lived, though one went through me chest. Musta not hit any vitals. Still, once they got close enough, I cut them down mercilessly. Busey walked up to see the carnage.
"HOW AM I DOIN' TODAY, GARY BUSEY?" I asked.
"YOU'RE DOIN' GREAT!"
"GOOD! THEN I'LL KEEP IT UP!"
Waiting
A good spot to die
Busey Approves!
I rode back to Ahmerrad, were I sold the loot, some silk and some tools for almost a thousand denars. Now it was time to find the Emir, and collect me reward. The sooner I left this ale-less desert, the better. I found him riding past the northern border, into Khergit lands with a host of Sarranids. He quickly thanked me for my work, and gave me another 1500 denars, which would undoubtedly be spent getting drunk in the nearest ale-serving tavern.
I rode day and night to Reyvadin, were I staggered into the tavern, half-asleep, and ordered a dozen tankards of ale, which I downed in what I think may have been record time, but I passed out shortly to quick to tell. When I came to, I heard what had happened since I'd left for the desert. The Swadians had been pushed back to their original borders by the Vaegir and the Khergits. The Vaegir had all their towns except for Curaw, which was held by the Nords, who, along with the Rhodoks, were at war with Swadia. Me sword-arm began to twitch with a deep-seated to kill some pompous Swadian lords. It was time for Connor to go to war.
The north at the end of Ch12
The steppes at the end of Ch12
Swadia at the end of Ch12
This one's short because I've been busy with a blasted paper and studying.
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July 1
I've stayed in one area too long...my sword-hand is twitching. Leaving the city, I found a stick, and tossed it in the air. It pointed east, so to the east I rode. I stopped for the night in Jelkala, which isn't a particularly interesting place. It seems to be struggling, economic-wise. People seem to be moving elsewhere. The beds in the inn were also damned uncomfortable.
July 2nd
Set out before sunrise. I guess I'll keep heading east..from what I hear the desert can be a fairly dangerous place. More dangerous when I get there, though. I came to the city of Shariz just before dusk, finding, much to me dismay, that the tavern doesn't serve ale, only wine! What kind of bloody tavern DOESN'T HAVE ALE? Bloody heathens. I'll have to drink water, then.
I found Timmy in the tavern, though. I tried high-fiving him, but he wasn't paying attention and I accidentally punched him in the face. I bought him another wine to make him feel better. When he'd dulled the pain of his throbbing nose, he taught me another poem, for another 300 denar fee...the tale of Helgered and Kara. He then went to his room to cry about his nose some more. That's what wine does to a man, turns ye into a pansy...
July 3rd
I left Shariz today, heading deeper into the desert. The lure of eastern treasure and adventure overpowered me dread of not having ale while I'm here. The Sarranids are still at war the Khan, so most of their lords are fighting in the steppe.
While ridin' through the desert aimlessly (I brought plenty o' water, thankfully), I ran into an Emir Hamezan, who asked that I find out where the bandits in his lands are hiding out and slaughter them like pigs. Was only too happy to accept, as in addition to the whatever loot I found in the hideout, the good Emir would reward me handsomely.
Individual bands seemed to travel in close proximity to each other, I guess so as to catch every target they could. Tried chasin' me a few times, but I always gave 'em the slip.
I searched for almost three weeks, down the length and breadth of the Sultanate. I saw nothing of civilization, only the burning desert. Finally, I came up with the idea to search in an ever-widening circle around Ahmerrad, where they seemed to be the strongest. Finally, just a few hours from the city, it popped out of the sand, givin' me a surprise. They'd hidden their lair well, but it wouldn't stop me. They were good, though, these bandits. One of them damn near skewered me before I noticed him. When he ran out o' pointy things to hurl me way, though, he charged without waitin' for his comrades. Took me only one slash to end his life. Foolishly, I launched a few arrows at another who was quite out o' me range.
I started to regret not bringin' me shield along, opting instead for extra arrows. Still, at first their favored tactic seemed to be hurling pointy things like their tundra brethren. I guess they were used to throwing at a mob, and not a lone, nimble fighter like meself, because they exhausted their supply and were forced to come at me. In the distance, a larger group waited, probably wanting to let me come close and call reinforcements from the caves like the mountain bandits. I wasn't gonna play by their rules, though. The second backed away quickly and started to charge again but by that time I'd put an arrow through him.
I found me a nice spot on a ridge from which to launch arrows down at the bastards, nothing really hit but it did make 'em mad. They charged up the hill but kept me pinned down with their javelins, and unfortunately I took a couple, but still I lived, though one went through me chest. Musta not hit any vitals. Still, once they got close enough, I cut them down mercilessly. Busey walked up to see the carnage.
"HOW AM I DOIN' TODAY, GARY BUSEY?" I asked.
"YOU'RE DOIN' GREAT!"
"GOOD! THEN I'LL KEEP IT UP!"
I rode back to Ahmerrad, were I sold the loot, some silk and some tools for almost a thousand denars. Now it was time to find the Emir, and collect me reward. The sooner I left this ale-less desert, the better. I found him riding past the northern border, into Khergit lands with a host of Sarranids. He quickly thanked me for my work, and gave me another 1500 denars, which would undoubtedly be spent getting drunk in the nearest ale-serving tavern.
I rode day and night to Reyvadin, were I staggered into the tavern, half-asleep, and ordered a dozen tankards of ale, which I downed in what I think may have been record time, but I passed out shortly to quick to tell. When I came to, I heard what had happened since I'd left for the desert. The Swadians had been pushed back to their original borders by the Vaegir and the Khergits. The Vaegir had all their towns except for Curaw, which was held by the Nords, who, along with the Rhodoks, were at war with Swadia. Me sword-arm began to twitch with a deep-seated to kill some pompous Swadian lords. It was time for Connor to go to war.
This one's short because I've been busy with a blasted paper and studying.
MatthaisRagnarsson
I'm working on it.
MatthaisRagnarsson
CHAPTER 13
July 21, 1257
I rode out from Reyvadin, hoping to sign on with the Nords. I found a sizeable host of 'em, riding back to the north. One of 'em, Aeric, was quick to offer me a job. I accepted a one-month contract. Not long after, I heard, the Nords took Dhirim. I kind of wished I could've been there, but I've learned me lesson with sieges. I'm going to wage a different kind of war. I headed to Sargoth, where I found two sword-slingers in need of work I found one brave man willin' to join me in Kwynn, and in Tihr, I met a down-on-his-luck merchant by the name o' Marnid, who I allowed to join me little band. He's not a warrior..yet. I'll make him a proper sword-slinger though, and he's agreed to teach me about trade. I also recruited a small group of horsemen, who'd come in handy for raiding caravans. The Merry Marauders ride again!
July 24th
I led me men into Swadia, looking for trouble. I'd learned me lesson that sieges are a bad idea for a man like me, and instead decided to be the biggest nuisance to Harlaus I possibly could be; raiding caravans, killing his patrols, ambushing smaller forces, and the like. Outside of Uxhal, this night, we were spotted by a patrol twice our size; not wanting to fight them on the open field, I led them into a nearby forest. I ordered Marnid to stick close to me and watch what I do; I don't want him gettin' killed before I can make a proper warrior of him.
We fought them in a hilly area, and I knew the first order of business would be to take out their crossbowmen, who would slaughter me boys quickly if they weren't dealt with. Their leader, and only horseman, was a stupid knight [editor's note: Actually a Man at Arms], no doubt a noble bastard of Uxkhal, who wanted to make a name for himself by charging into the fray and killing us all singlehandedly. I brought down his steed with an arrow and the Merry Marauders butchered him quick. We charged, and I ordered 'em to follow me. One by one, the crossbowmen fell to our blades, and not long after, the rest of 'em. Miraculously, not one o' me boys was even injured; and the only Swadian survivor was one poor boy, couldn't have been more than 14, who we let go to tell his buddies about us.
Shortly after vanquishing the Swadians, a messenger from Jarl Turya approached, saying the marshal needed me an' me men to assist in takin' Curaw. Don't know how he bloody found me, considering I'm in the middle of the woods in hostile territory, but whatever. Adventure is adventure.
I met Jarl Turya outside of Tehlrog Castle, were he'd gathered seemingly most of the other Nordic lords. There, I heard that Dhirim and Curaw had been taken, and spirits were high. Seein' how long Swadia's reign over the north and the steppes lasted, I wonder how long it'll be before Ragnar bites off more than he can chew. But, I'm getting all philosophical again. Onto the mission: We were to scout Chide, Kelredan Castle, and Tahlberl, and report anything interesting to the marshal. Normally, this woulda been easy, but tryin' to get a bunch of guys in chainmail to move quietly is quite a chore. Marnid seems to be comin' along nice, though.
Not far away, we'd found that Chide had been looted. Even though I could see the bloody smoke in the distance, I knew I had to get close enough to touch the ruins before it would be well and truly scouted. Marnid asked why we had to get so close, so needless to say I told him to shut up. Busey painted his name on the walls in blood again, and when I pointed this out to Marnid he acted all confused, like he can't see him or something.
Chide spotted us before I get close enough to survey it. Normally I'd be angry with meself over me lack of stealth, but it's in the middle of the heath, so what was I to do? Busey isn't helping at all, shouting things he calls "Busey-isms", like "TEAM: TOGETHER, EVERYBODY ACHIEVES MORE!" and "FEAR: FALSE EVIDENCE APPEARING REAL!" [Editor's note: I am not making these up. Google "Buseyisms".] It's becoming quite a pain in the arse to do this, but for some reason I can't seem to get all the details about a place until I get within spitting distance. Our next target was Kelredan Castle, and we'd have to move quick because apparently the villagers sent out messengers to their lord, who, for some reason, we found no trace of, but somehow every Swadian lord would know we were there anyway.
Case in point, when we'd gotten close enough to scout the castle, Count Regas immediately burst through the gates and chased after us with nearly a hundred men-at-arms. Fortunately, we were able to evade him, even though for some reason my horse and men decided to HEAD STRAIGHT FOR HIM! Bloody idiots.
July 26th
We found Turya and his host besieging Suno, and they'd blazed a trail of mayhem all the way to the city; homes burnt, mutilated corpses, and empty mead horns. That night, we camped with the others around the city. This time, though, I wasn't going up that bloody ladder. Never again. Instead, I waited around in case Turya had any more tasks for me, which he did, though he waited until I was in bed to tell me. Even sent his bloody messenger out again, even though he was three tents down from me. He wanted me to go bring him 9 head of cattle to feed his men, which made me feel a little insulted. I'm a vicious, battle-hardened mercenary, not a bloody...cow...finder...guy!
July 27th
There isn't a bloody village in this land that hasn't been burned to the ground. The Rhodoks and the Nords are decimating the Swadians. I originally planned to steal the cattle, but ended up having to buy them from Burglen when I couldn't find ANY in Swadia. Lost nearly 2000 denars doin' that, so I decided to deliver the cattle and go find a caravan to loot.
Then, the unthinkable happened. Jarl Turya, AFTER I'd spent a good deal o' me gold on the cattle, sent his messenger to tell me not to worry about it. You could hear me yellin' obscenities for miles, I'm sure. Marnid, ever the merchant, convinced me to butcher the animals so we could sell the meat. The nearest friendly city was Dhirim, were we didn't get half of what we spent on 'em, but I wanted to get rid o' the stuff before it started to smell. We learned that Swadia had a trade agreement with the Sarranids, so it's back to the desert, this time, to hopefully capture a Swadian caravan.
July 30
We wandered around that hot, ale-less desert for days lookin' for a caravan. Then, when I decided to head back into Swadia, we encountered one heading for the Khergit steppes behind a Sarranid caravan. They were undoubtedly going to go through the mountain pass that leads to Narra, and so we rode there to set an ambush were the multitude of mounted guards would be at a disadvantage. Of course, so would me own horsemen, but it would give us a better chance than fightin' in the open desert.
Another victory for us! We forced their horsemen to charge up a hill to get at us and we tore 'em apart! Foolishly, I forgot they had swordsmen as well, so I ordered the boys to charge after the rest of the cavalry and was nearly overwhelmed until a few of me horsemen decided to come to me aid. I lost two men, and Marnid took a quarrel to the side. Screamed like a little Swadian girl when we cut it out, but he'll live. We took prisoners, as well; the caravan master, and a few o' the guards, along with the iron, salt, and flax they were taking to Narra. I hope Marnid regains consciousness when we get there, because I need someone to haggle for me.
July 31st
Managed to get Marnid awake long enough to make the deal, which got us nearly 2000 denars. We need to work on his "not getting hurt" skills. We went back to Dhirim, and were nearly caught by a Swadian lord in the process of raidin' a village. Pity I couldn't do anything to help, but I swear Harlaus and his fools will pay dearly.
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Sorry for this taking so long, everybody. I've been working full-time again, and doing stuff for Christmas. On the other hand, I just got a new PC, so, whenever we get a router to plug it to the 'net, I'll be re-installing Warband on it and hopefully so the @#$#()ing sieges won't lag. Updates will be as often as I can pry myself away from Fallout 3.
Also, if I started a forum specifically for the posting of AARs, would anyone be interested? I'm planning on a Fallout 3 story in the near future.
July 21, 1257
I rode out from Reyvadin, hoping to sign on with the Nords. I found a sizeable host of 'em, riding back to the north. One of 'em, Aeric, was quick to offer me a job. I accepted a one-month contract. Not long after, I heard, the Nords took Dhirim. I kind of wished I could've been there, but I've learned me lesson with sieges. I'm going to wage a different kind of war. I headed to Sargoth, where I found two sword-slingers in need of work I found one brave man willin' to join me in Kwynn, and in Tihr, I met a down-on-his-luck merchant by the name o' Marnid, who I allowed to join me little band. He's not a warrior..yet. I'll make him a proper sword-slinger though, and he's agreed to teach me about trade. I also recruited a small group of horsemen, who'd come in handy for raiding caravans. The Merry Marauders ride again!
July 24th
I led me men into Swadia, looking for trouble. I'd learned me lesson that sieges are a bad idea for a man like me, and instead decided to be the biggest nuisance to Harlaus I possibly could be; raiding caravans, killing his patrols, ambushing smaller forces, and the like. Outside of Uxhal, this night, we were spotted by a patrol twice our size; not wanting to fight them on the open field, I led them into a nearby forest. I ordered Marnid to stick close to me and watch what I do; I don't want him gettin' killed before I can make a proper warrior of him.
We fought them in a hilly area, and I knew the first order of business would be to take out their crossbowmen, who would slaughter me boys quickly if they weren't dealt with. Their leader, and only horseman, was a stupid knight [editor's note: Actually a Man at Arms], no doubt a noble bastard of Uxkhal, who wanted to make a name for himself by charging into the fray and killing us all singlehandedly. I brought down his steed with an arrow and the Merry Marauders butchered him quick. We charged, and I ordered 'em to follow me. One by one, the crossbowmen fell to our blades, and not long after, the rest of 'em. Miraculously, not one o' me boys was even injured; and the only Swadian survivor was one poor boy, couldn't have been more than 14, who we let go to tell his buddies about us.
Shortly after vanquishing the Swadians, a messenger from Jarl Turya approached, saying the marshal needed me an' me men to assist in takin' Curaw. Don't know how he bloody found me, considering I'm in the middle of the woods in hostile territory, but whatever. Adventure is adventure.
I met Jarl Turya outside of Tehlrog Castle, were he'd gathered seemingly most of the other Nordic lords. There, I heard that Dhirim and Curaw had been taken, and spirits were high. Seein' how long Swadia's reign over the north and the steppes lasted, I wonder how long it'll be before Ragnar bites off more than he can chew. But, I'm getting all philosophical again. Onto the mission: We were to scout Chide, Kelredan Castle, and Tahlberl, and report anything interesting to the marshal. Normally, this woulda been easy, but tryin' to get a bunch of guys in chainmail to move quietly is quite a chore. Marnid seems to be comin' along nice, though.
Not far away, we'd found that Chide had been looted. Even though I could see the bloody smoke in the distance, I knew I had to get close enough to touch the ruins before it would be well and truly scouted. Marnid asked why we had to get so close, so needless to say I told him to shut up. Busey painted his name on the walls in blood again, and when I pointed this out to Marnid he acted all confused, like he can't see him or something.
Chide spotted us before I get close enough to survey it. Normally I'd be angry with meself over me lack of stealth, but it's in the middle of the heath, so what was I to do? Busey isn't helping at all, shouting things he calls "Busey-isms", like "TEAM: TOGETHER, EVERYBODY ACHIEVES MORE!" and "FEAR: FALSE EVIDENCE APPEARING REAL!" [Editor's note: I am not making these up. Google "Buseyisms".] It's becoming quite a pain in the arse to do this, but for some reason I can't seem to get all the details about a place until I get within spitting distance. Our next target was Kelredan Castle, and we'd have to move quick because apparently the villagers sent out messengers to their lord, who, for some reason, we found no trace of, but somehow every Swadian lord would know we were there anyway.
Case in point, when we'd gotten close enough to scout the castle, Count Regas immediately burst through the gates and chased after us with nearly a hundred men-at-arms. Fortunately, we were able to evade him, even though for some reason my horse and men decided to HEAD STRAIGHT FOR HIM! Bloody idiots.
July 26th
We found Turya and his host besieging Suno, and they'd blazed a trail of mayhem all the way to the city; homes burnt, mutilated corpses, and empty mead horns. That night, we camped with the others around the city. This time, though, I wasn't going up that bloody ladder. Never again. Instead, I waited around in case Turya had any more tasks for me, which he did, though he waited until I was in bed to tell me. Even sent his bloody messenger out again, even though he was three tents down from me. He wanted me to go bring him 9 head of cattle to feed his men, which made me feel a little insulted. I'm a vicious, battle-hardened mercenary, not a bloody...cow...finder...guy!
July 27th
There isn't a bloody village in this land that hasn't been burned to the ground. The Rhodoks and the Nords are decimating the Swadians. I originally planned to steal the cattle, but ended up having to buy them from Burglen when I couldn't find ANY in Swadia. Lost nearly 2000 denars doin' that, so I decided to deliver the cattle and go find a caravan to loot.
Then, the unthinkable happened. Jarl Turya, AFTER I'd spent a good deal o' me gold on the cattle, sent his messenger to tell me not to worry about it. You could hear me yellin' obscenities for miles, I'm sure. Marnid, ever the merchant, convinced me to butcher the animals so we could sell the meat. The nearest friendly city was Dhirim, were we didn't get half of what we spent on 'em, but I wanted to get rid o' the stuff before it started to smell. We learned that Swadia had a trade agreement with the Sarranids, so it's back to the desert, this time, to hopefully capture a Swadian caravan.
July 30
We wandered around that hot, ale-less desert for days lookin' for a caravan. Then, when I decided to head back into Swadia, we encountered one heading for the Khergit steppes behind a Sarranid caravan. They were undoubtedly going to go through the mountain pass that leads to Narra, and so we rode there to set an ambush were the multitude of mounted guards would be at a disadvantage. Of course, so would me own horsemen, but it would give us a better chance than fightin' in the open desert.
Another victory for us! We forced their horsemen to charge up a hill to get at us and we tore 'em apart! Foolishly, I forgot they had swordsmen as well, so I ordered the boys to charge after the rest of the cavalry and was nearly overwhelmed until a few of me horsemen decided to come to me aid. I lost two men, and Marnid took a quarrel to the side. Screamed like a little Swadian girl when we cut it out, but he'll live. We took prisoners, as well; the caravan master, and a few o' the guards, along with the iron, salt, and flax they were taking to Narra. I hope Marnid regains consciousness when we get there, because I need someone to haggle for me.
July 31st
Managed to get Marnid awake long enough to make the deal, which got us nearly 2000 denars. We need to work on his "not getting hurt" skills. We went back to Dhirim, and were nearly caught by a Swadian lord in the process of raidin' a village. Pity I couldn't do anything to help, but I swear Harlaus and his fools will pay dearly.
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Sorry for this taking so long, everybody. I've been working full-time again, and doing stuff for Christmas. On the other hand, I just got a new PC, so, whenever we get a router to plug it to the 'net, I'll be re-installing Warband on it and hopefully so the @#$#()ing sieges won't lag. Updates will be as often as I can pry myself away from Fallout 3.
Also, if I started a forum specifically for the posting of AARs, would anyone be interested? I'm planning on a Fallout 3 story in the near future.
Yep. Please stay with M&B!
It's again a great chapter!
It's again a great chapter!
Lord Lukjan
Knight
Nice stuff...
BUMB
jakiskretyn
Recruit
I must say that Your writing is very inspiring. I even thought about my own AAR. So, maybe in the future... 
. Connor will be probably so renowned by then, that I'll hear about him in my own game. ;P
. Connor will be probably so renowned by then, that I'll hear about him in my own game. ;P
Captured Joe 说:
MatthaisRagnarsson
Alright. Good news/Bad news time.
The Good News: CONNOR'S BACK! Mount and Blade Warband, the greatest game ever made, is up and running on my new gaming rig, and much smoother than ever!
The Bad News: There's gonna be a slight retcon. For some unknown reason, I have an old save instead of the latest. Before plugging in the new PC and moving the old one down to the basement, I backed up the save games. Somehow, the save game sets him back to June 29. Also, I forgot to save Calradia in Darkness, and I just spent the last two days trying to get M&B to download (internet issues), I don't wanna download another big file, so the textures are back to Vanilla for now.
The Good News: CONNOR'S BACK! Mount and Blade Warband, the greatest game ever made, is up and running on my new gaming rig, and much smoother than ever!
The Bad News: There's gonna be a slight retcon. For some unknown reason, I have an old save instead of the latest. Before plugging in the new PC and moving the old one down to the basement, I backed up the save games. Somehow, the save game sets him back to June 29. Also, I forgot to save Calradia in Darkness, and I just spent the last two days trying to get M&B to download (internet issues), I don't wanna download another big file, so the textures are back to Vanilla for now.
Hooray!
MatthaisRagnarsson
Chapter 13 (Retconned version)
June 29
Good lord, how long have I been asleep? Feels like I've been bloody dreamin' for ages. I seem to remember the desert...and blood...and then..a whole new world. A ruined world, someplace called "The Capitol Wasteland" or "D.C." or something. Bloody huge monsters, too.
Well, it's around midnight, I've woken in a cold sweat, I'm shakin', and I'm bloody parched. Time for a late-night ale.
June 30th
Damn dreams shook me so much I forgot what I'm doin'. Guess that means it's time for an adventure then. Went wanderin' outside Yalen, and stumbled into Count Laruquen, who's payin' me to collect his due from Glunmar. Bloody nobles. Got almost a hundred men with him and he sends ME to go do their job. Seems like they'd be cheaper, too.
July 3rd
I, Connor, swear on all that's holy and just I'm never doin' that again. It's boring, and I've got a headache from all the whining. 597 denars richer, though, but I want some more excitement. I'll head back to Yalen and see if I can find any tournaments.
July 4th
Nearest tournament is in Sargoth. Nord tourneys are always a lot o' fun, so it's there I'm headin' next. For Wenches and Mead!
July 5th
Half the Nord host piled into Sargoth just as I did. While Swadia's slugging it out with the Vaegir and the Khergits in the tundra, Ragnar and his boys are livin' it up. I think I'll stay here for a while!
First round I'm side by side with Ragnar himself. Damned good fighter, if I may say so. We descended on the other teams like the Hammer of bloody Thor!
Round 2: Still with good ol' Ragnar, meself with axe and shield. Same thing as round one, and me with barely a scratch thusfar!
Round three was a duel. TECHNICALLY it was a three-way brawl, but the first man was eliminated so quick it didn't seem so. Still with me trusty axe & board, eliminated another mercenary armed with the same. Poor bloke couldn't land a single blow, either.
Next round was a bunch of two-man teams. Most of 'em seemed to split up, but I stuck with me partner, who was taken out by Ragnar, and we had a very brief duel. A merc came up behind him and took him down with a sword, and in return, Jarl Haeda backstabbed him, as well. Came down to me and Haeda, and I bloodied his crown with one hit.
Then, was a duel. Me with an axe versus a no-name with a greatsword. Fool got too close with his sword; far too close to be effective. I soon taught him a lesson, though.
It came down to me and Haeda, man to man, axe to axe. A credit to his people he is; with only a few hits he splintered me shield, but I damn near splintered his brains, and I came out 1500 denars richer. Even got meself invited to a feast! Wenches and mead, indeed!
King Ragnar, bless him, soon as I walked in welcomed me with open arms and introduced me to the Jarls in attendance. After a rather large horn of mead and a generous helping of mutton, I introduced meself to the ladies in attendance. I dedicated me victory to the prettiest, Lady Bergit, Haeda's sister. She thanked me, as she turned red as a beet.
After I left, I headed to the local mead hall, Hjogenfjotroinoroenen's, for a little after-party with the common folk. I spent most of me winnings and bought everyone in their a flagon of the best mead, and, that night, went up to me room by a couple of kindly blondes who wanted me autograph.
July 6th
To the north, I found a gaggle of deserters, just out for some poor farmer's blood. I wasn't about to let that happen, so being the lunatic I am, attacked all by meself. Fortunately, they had no horses. Unfortunately, they did have sharp things to hurl. Got on Fred, rode around them, let them hurl their axes, all the while launchin' arrows. I didn't hit anything, but I did make 'em mad and got 'em to break their formation a little. Undisciplined yahoos.
When I thought they were out of sharp things, I swooped in on a straggler and cut him down with me blade, which I've come to call Sally.
I'd killed three and they hadn't landed one blow. When there were just four left, I decided to give the poor blokes a chance and dismounted. One was polite enough to charge ahead of his mates to take me on like a gentlemen, and, as a way of saying thanks, Sally split his skull. Then came the other three, trying to bear me down. I killed another, and one ran. The last, I cut down and set off after the last, getting me bow out. Unfortunately, I missed, and the bastard fled into Ismirala castle, probably begging his way inside, swearing to serve King Yaroface and to convert to Christianity.
Either way, I sharpened me skills, Sally tasted blood, and I found some more money that no doubt came from some poor bloke on his way to Sargoth. I'll be sure and drink to his memory.
Level 16
June 29
Good lord, how long have I been asleep? Feels like I've been bloody dreamin' for ages. I seem to remember the desert...and blood...and then..a whole new world. A ruined world, someplace called "The Capitol Wasteland" or "D.C." or something. Bloody huge monsters, too.
Well, it's around midnight, I've woken in a cold sweat, I'm shakin', and I'm bloody parched. Time for a late-night ale.
June 30th
Damn dreams shook me so much I forgot what I'm doin'. Guess that means it's time for an adventure then. Went wanderin' outside Yalen, and stumbled into Count Laruquen, who's payin' me to collect his due from Glunmar. Bloody nobles. Got almost a hundred men with him and he sends ME to go do their job. Seems like they'd be cheaper, too.
July 3rd
I, Connor, swear on all that's holy and just I'm never doin' that again. It's boring, and I've got a headache from all the whining. 597 denars richer, though, but I want some more excitement. I'll head back to Yalen and see if I can find any tournaments.
July 4th
Nearest tournament is in Sargoth. Nord tourneys are always a lot o' fun, so it's there I'm headin' next. For Wenches and Mead!
July 5th
Half the Nord host piled into Sargoth just as I did. While Swadia's slugging it out with the Vaegir and the Khergits in the tundra, Ragnar and his boys are livin' it up. I think I'll stay here for a while!
First round I'm side by side with Ragnar himself. Damned good fighter, if I may say so. We descended on the other teams like the Hammer of bloody Thor!
Round 2: Still with good ol' Ragnar, meself with axe and shield. Same thing as round one, and me with barely a scratch thusfar!
Round three was a duel. TECHNICALLY it was a three-way brawl, but the first man was eliminated so quick it didn't seem so. Still with me trusty axe & board, eliminated another mercenary armed with the same. Poor bloke couldn't land a single blow, either.
Next round was a bunch of two-man teams. Most of 'em seemed to split up, but I stuck with me partner, who was taken out by Ragnar, and we had a very brief duel. A merc came up behind him and took him down with a sword, and in return, Jarl Haeda backstabbed him, as well. Came down to me and Haeda, and I bloodied his crown with one hit.
Then, was a duel. Me with an axe versus a no-name with a greatsword. Fool got too close with his sword; far too close to be effective. I soon taught him a lesson, though.
It came down to me and Haeda, man to man, axe to axe. A credit to his people he is; with only a few hits he splintered me shield, but I damn near splintered his brains, and I came out 1500 denars richer. Even got meself invited to a feast! Wenches and mead, indeed!
King Ragnar, bless him, soon as I walked in welcomed me with open arms and introduced me to the Jarls in attendance. After a rather large horn of mead and a generous helping of mutton, I introduced meself to the ladies in attendance. I dedicated me victory to the prettiest, Lady Bergit, Haeda's sister. She thanked me, as she turned red as a beet.
After I left, I headed to the local mead hall, Hjogenfjotroinoroenen's, for a little after-party with the common folk. I spent most of me winnings and bought everyone in their a flagon of the best mead, and, that night, went up to me room by a couple of kindly blondes who wanted me autograph.
July 6th
To the north, I found a gaggle of deserters, just out for some poor farmer's blood. I wasn't about to let that happen, so being the lunatic I am, attacked all by meself. Fortunately, they had no horses. Unfortunately, they did have sharp things to hurl. Got on Fred, rode around them, let them hurl their axes, all the while launchin' arrows. I didn't hit anything, but I did make 'em mad and got 'em to break their formation a little. Undisciplined yahoos.
When I thought they were out of sharp things, I swooped in on a straggler and cut him down with me blade, which I've come to call Sally.
I'd killed three and they hadn't landed one blow. When there were just four left, I decided to give the poor blokes a chance and dismounted. One was polite enough to charge ahead of his mates to take me on like a gentlemen, and, as a way of saying thanks, Sally split his skull. Then came the other three, trying to bear me down. I killed another, and one ran. The last, I cut down and set off after the last, getting me bow out. Unfortunately, I missed, and the bastard fled into Ismirala castle, probably begging his way inside, swearing to serve King Yaroface and to convert to Christianity.
Either way, I sharpened me skills, Sally tasted blood, and I found some more money that no doubt came from some poor bloke on his way to Sargoth. I'll be sure and drink to his memory.
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