Wynd Fox
Squire

There I was, commanding a force of nothing but a couple of companions, two Ravenstern Militia, and one hundred forty-eight Ravenstern Rangers. The Mettenheim Forlorn Hope had found me, and they were out for blood. I was terrified. My forces were good, yes, but, I mean, these foes were better than good. I sat my Rangers up on a hill without shooting and asked, nay, begged my companions to follow me into the fray and just hope our horses wouldn't be shredded. They were. Poor Ediz fell first, followed by Sara and Sir Rayne. I managed to make it out of there with some great luck and the fact that my horse is much faster than a bunch of mustaches with zweihanders. When they had broken into the view of my RRangers, I gave the halfhearted order to let loose and fire at will. It was magical. It was a massacre. So many shieldless soldiers fell that day, it nearly brought a tear to my eye.
And then our quivers ran dry. And there was more than one tear to be had. There were only a handful of those awful men left, but that was all it took. They saw my RRangers in their skirts, puffed up their 'staches, and set to work. It was devastating. It was a slaughter. I have been trounced, and the Metalheim have me hostage. I lost it all. I lost all my men, some of my stuff, and even my freedom.
I have new-found respect and terror for these masters of warfare, and it is now my top priority to ally with them.
And then our quivers ran dry. And there was more than one tear to be had. There were only a handful of those awful men left, but that was all it took. They saw my RRangers in their skirts, puffed up their 'staches, and set to work. It was devastating. It was a slaughter. I have been trounced, and the Metalheim have me hostage. I lost it all. I lost all my men, some of my stuff, and even my freedom.
I have new-found respect and terror for these masters of warfare, and it is now my top priority to ally with them.






