Gather around and listen to a tale of grandeur and heroism that is a lesson to us all:
It was in the later stages of the Warband Singleplayer beta when it happened. In the lands of Swadia a young lad by the name of
@SvÄn had just bought his very first proper armour.
The lad was excited for he wanted to test His mettle and continue the road to glory.
A chivalrous heart beating in his chest, young SvÄn mounted his trusty old steed and wandered around the town of Suno, hoping to be of service to a young damsel in distress, or a wealthy businessman perhaps.
It was at this time that he encountered a band of robbers. Villainous scum that plagued the days of humble farmers, pursuing them across they countryside with the intention of helping themselves not just to the farmes posessions, but the women and the children, too.
Gladly young SvÄn intercepted the robbers, shouting they were to gain nothing but his cold steel. He charged onwards with his trusty steed, his long blonde hair flying in the Wind. The robbers were in sight, a mere 20 metres or so left to go, when the unthinkable happened. A cowardly robber had thrown a stone at the young nobleman, who was hit in the head and fell unconscious. Young SvÄn was taken prisoner and managed to escape a few days later, though the foul robbers remained in posession of his shiny new armour.
And that is why you always wear a helmet, children. So that your friends don't laugh at you in teamspeak when you moan in disbelief and anger at your own bad luck and incompetence.