I wake in a prison, captive to the King of the Nords and his unstoppable horde. The guard tells me that I have been ransomed and that I am to go free. I grab my things, my armor, shield, sword, bow. I leave the castle and the Nords and head to Dhirim. My companions are with me, and we are not ready to have such a blow dealt us without consequence. The days pass, and we return to my fiefs, in my lands, to recruit new men to form new army, I go to my old castles and I take as much as safely possible from my garrison, very quickly, we have an excess of 90 men ready to serve our cause. I take them to the Rhodok lands to train and become stronger, better equipped. We fill our coffers with money gained from systematically destroying the bandits of the countryside as we move along. All the while preparing to retaliate against the Nords who have grieved us so deeply.
When the day comes, I stealthily penetrate deep into North lands, all the way to the sea. My ultimate conquest for the Sarranid Empire. There is a city here under the Nord control, Rivacheg. It has far too many defenders for me to attempt a siege, so I instead decide to make some use of the city's utilities and lighten my inventory. the space will be needed very soon.
I sneak into the city of Rivacheg, where I am beset by guards. With nothing but a handful of throwing daggers and a quarterstaff with which to fight, I am poorly equipped for my preferred methods of combat. I strike a swift blow to the head of the nearest guard behind me. Too weak! Though the damage is substantial, it is not enough to deter the man from advancing on me with his entourage of allies. A second guard strikes at me with an axe, I parry the blow and kick him square in the chest followed immediately by sweeping blow to the side, the man staggers back but like the first, the damage is not enough to stall him. Soon I will be overwhelmed. So I run from the guards, through the town now devoid of the general populace because of the commotion, I head up into a dark alley, too narrow for the enemy to surround me, but they come anyway. I parry the first blow rained upon me by the first guard, this allies unable to reach me, I kick the man and step back just in time to catch the wind off of an axe swung just were my face was, I step back again and bring the shaft o my staff down upon the guard, I lash out at him again, and again, retreating all the while. Eventually I will run out of alley and then I'll have to improvise. Cursing my ill-advised decision to sneak in into the city with the two weapons I'm least proficient in using, I manage to crush the first guard for good with my stick of rage. But still the guards advance without hesitation, axe-blades overhead.
I take the initiative and thrust the butt of my staff into the second man's chest, he crumples in a heap, but quickly gathers himself before I attempt a second, sideways blow to his stupid face and blocks me. I back up, into another street, and run around the side of the structure I was penned up beside only moments earlier and I see at the far side of the building, a wooden stairway leading up. I run to it and equip the throwing daggers. Jumping up the stairs to gain as much distance between my self and the guards, I reach the top of the steps and start throwing the blades down at them. The first guard, too slow with his shield is struck on the shoulder, I throw again, and again, but now the shield is up and he and the other three men slowly advance upon me. I grab the staff again and raise it overhead just a moment before they reach me. I'm out of options. Their shields are still up. It's now or never!
I tighten my grip on the wooden shaft and bring it down on the head of the first guard. He crumbles awkwardly with his arm extended, losing consciousness with the axe in extended hand. he was only an instant away from cleaving me through with that weapon, bringing his shield down at just the perfect time for my attack. And now, I'm given a perfect chance! The final three guards continue slowly ambling up the stairs toward me. I glance quickly at the man I just felled, his stark expression as he slowly, almost gracefully rolls down the stairs, I only have a second to act.
I step right up to the third guard, without even a motion to attack him, the shield stays up just a second longer, but the man immediately behind lowers his own shield to strike at me. I reach down at the fallen man, slowly tumbling down the steps like some sort of rag doll, I see his shield with the mark of some Jarl on it, a simple arrangement of colors with a checkered pattern on it. Ass he begins to pass under the feet of the guards, I see the weapon, now completely discarded from his person. I grab the axe, now in my main hand and look up at the guard immediately before me. His shield now has dropped, and he already is mid swing. I try to use what little room there is on the stairs to step to the side as his blade swings down overhead while I raise the axe to block the blow. Suddenly, everything goes red. My body is lanced with pain as I feel a second blade cut into my side. The fourth guard! I see him now, and he can not be the one to stop me. Not now!
The closest guard yells a cry of battle, a loud rumbling of anticipated triumph and fury. He raises the blade again, but can not bring it down before I kick him hard and step back, fearing another strike from his flank. I raise the axe overhead and allow them to close in, their shields once again raised. On the small railed platform at the top of the steps I'm now penned into a corner, and this is where I must fight them back. I wait as they step closer to me. Four paces, three, two. The foremost and the second closest of the guards lower their own shields and begin to raise their own weapons, but I am far more prepared. My already raised blade swings in from the left at the greatest possible range, the man staggers back from the blow, and yells out - in pain this time. He falls back in pain and hits the floor, never to rise again. The second man steps forward and swings at me, but is still too far extended to reach me. He tries to swing again. This time overhead, but I step around him and approach the fifth guard, the last one still on the steps, he panics and raises his shield high to meet me, I deliver a foot the gut and he falls back a few paces more.
Hearing the man now yelling in rage behind me, I turn to meet him and step back onto the top platform, leaving the stairs behind me now and the shaken fellow there to reconsider his life choices. The enraged guard swings his axe from the right, I parry his blow easily and continue to step around him. The guard rains down one more blow which I again parry and follow instantly with an assault of my own, met only by his grunt of pain. I step back to the edge of the platform, and swing again. This time the guard comes to a very sudden end and falls to the floor. Looking back at the last of the guards now climbing the steps, apparently having gathered his wits about him, I step toward him as he clumsily tries to cause me harm. I stop just outside of his swinging distance, causing him to miss.
I continue forward...
After selling all of my unnecessary goods to the silly people of Rivacheg, I set my sights first on pillaging the coast, starting with a small village then I plan to work my way Southwest. This is to serve merely as a message to the Nords of the cost of taking from me, that which I have earned. as I approach the meager fiefdom of Ruvar, I begin the age old task of pillaging and razing the town. The task is to take a few hours dedication, as usual, and the entire affair will go smoothly as long as the Jarls of the North don't return from whatever they are currently up to. One hour passes, and another, then suddenly of all the odd things to happen at that time and place, I am approached on the field by none other than a Sea Raider!
Espacially when the remaining deserter turn and flee, and i yell: "revenge!" and split them open with my war cleaver.
