On the other end of the scale, my group of hardened knights and sharp shooters got whipped like a red-headed mule by a Swadian prisoner caravan. It was bizarre. We'd beaten the stuffing out of Khergits and Dark Hunter's left right and center, and then we descend on this unwitting caravan - after chasing it half way across the map - and wham, we're face down in the canvas and I'm wondering what the hell happened. It was like the Alamo, Rourkes Drift and the Seige of Troy all rolled into one.
Course, my pride kicks in and I try to reengage them to win back the prisoner's they took, and they stick me right back down on my a$$ again. With no horse. No posse. And only a seriously roughed-up Marnid and Botcha for company. And no, I can't revert to a previous save.
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