Tavern \"Old Wolf\" (Mount Blade)
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Here, it seems, there should be a coolstory, but it is not.
Damn, I play with 8 Persians and already without cheats. I'm a real M&W nerd. I already know everything in the game, the further and more I play it becomes even easier. Recently, the Persian Sultan was removed, and a new Boar was created. And specifically for a few hours already in plate armor, in chain mail greaves, in a thick winged helmet. He saved up quite a bit of money. Reputation scored 487 and moreover, playing this Persian, I go alone without hiring anyone. But, nevertheless, the next day he hired Jeremus (for treatment) and Borcha (tracking). Since I develop dexterity (already 25), weapon skills, athletics, collecting trophies, horseback riding (all 8 each). Strength: 10. Intelligence: 11. Charisma:6.
Toxa95: no, not a hundred. Maximum 1.5 days or a little less. Thanks to the arena mostly. Just learned the basics and secrets.
I sometimes tease. A dude is sitting on a horse, I jump in his direction and wave my sword. And he flies away from 10-40 meters :D
Healthy men. Let me tell you about your arrival in Calradia.
The ship moored and I stepped onto solid ground. Everywhere there was a smell of already tired fish, but now it was mixed with notes of herbs and dirt, a refreshing variety. I was in no hurry, so I slowly wandered towards the city, stretching my muscles as I went. From long idleness on the ship, the muscles, accustomed to constant stress, ached and demanded action. As a child, my father took me and my brothers and sisters hunting from an early age, and from the age of 6 we could hunt on our own if we had to. So, stretching my muscles and remembering my relatives, I got to the city. Sargoth is the majestic city of the Nords, warriors with iron will and iron flesh, and even their children are said to be as ferocious as boars.
It was getting dark. To my surprise, few people were walking towards the city, only a merchant with his guard, and a couple of townspeople were sitting not far from the gate. As soon as I entered the city, a man with a club ran out to meet me and attacked me with a furious cry, probably mistaking me for a merchant or someone who is easy to rob, but I was only happy about this. I have heard that these places are dangerous, so even before I got on the ship I got a solid sword, I knew how to fight and loved since the days of the institute. The grief bandit turned out to be a complete ignoramus, it is not clear what he was counting on. He beat slowly and sweepingly and yelled with all his might, it was easy to dodge, but he managed to repulse my retaliatory blow by some miracle, after which he lost his balance, which I did not fail to take advantage of. One quick blow and the bandit sprawled on the ground bleeding. The look of that thug lying on the ground caused me a swarm of thoughts. He was alive, just now, he wanted something and dreamed of something. But he died in an instant, due to the fact that he lost his balance ... Or because he made a stupid decision to attack a man who arrived from across the sea. Now only the memory of his family will remain of him, just like my memory of the family.
- Hey guy!
These words distracted from sad thoughts. Looking in the direction from where they called me, I saw a stocky man, with a lush red beard and in rich clothes. I used to think that I would now be accused of murder and imprisoned, but a cheerful smile shone on his face.
- You're not local? I see you're used to using weapons. This guy is one of the bandits that settled nearby. He pointed to the bleeding man and continued as if there was nothing wrong with that. - Because of the constant wars, many have lost everything and gone to banditry, others pay their debts in this way, and still others simply love robberies and robberies.
When the man approached, he turned out to be even bigger than he seemed at first glance, it seemed that a bear with a red head was talking to me, but his tone was kind and even cheerful. This red bear spoke to me in a friendly and calm way, which quickly won my favor. His manner of speech was very much like his father's, just as good-natured and cheerful, although his father's physique was the exact opposite, thin, frail and small in stature.
- Be that as it may, these bandits divorced, even though they are a dime a dozen and every day they are all bolder and more ruthless, they are already starting to operate in the cities. The guards say that because of the constant skirmishes at the border, they do not have enough people, but as for me, the bandits have their own man in the city.
He spat in the direction of the corpse, and held out his hand to me.
“My name is Worg Merchant of Sargoth City, what is your name?â€
My name is Fran Norbert.
- Let's get to know each other. Trader Worg held out a huge hand to me. - I won’t beat around the bush, I want to hire you, these bastards took my brother away and demand a ransom, why the hell did he leave the house at night, I’ll never know. Let him roll, if he doesn’t take care of himself like that, he knows that it’s dangerous at night, but still, he’s my brother, my own blood, and paying these nits is like giving a knife in your hands and letting it into the house. Of course, I will repay my conscience, and the bandits have something to profit from. so what?
I didn’t have any plans anyway, and then immediately the work appeared and recognition. And as my father said, always be friends with the merchant, so as not to sell the skin of a sable for a copper. Batya always had something to say on any occasion and it seems to me that personally this example was from his life, heh. As for rescuing this merchant's brother, consider the matter settled, but it was necessary to clarify the details so that nothing bad would happen.
As soon as Worg heard that I agreed, he immediately dragged me to the tavern, where for a mug of ale, he told me where the bandits had roughly settled and their approximate number. About 20 or 30 people. One definitely can't do it, even if I'm a swordsman or a Swadian knight. My interlocutor noticed that I frowned and immediately said.
- I'll give you a deposit in advance, there is a village along the way, you can pick up a dozen guys from there. Something, but in Calradia everyone knows how to fight.
That's what they decided on. The next morning, I woke up with a clear purpose. It did not take much time to collect provisions and prepare, the merchant provided both a horse and food. I guess I made my first friend in this world. I got to the village closer to dinner and immediately noticed the kids who were talking loudly and hiding behind crooked fences. Approximately in the same village I lived before, and stared at passing merchants and travelers. And now the kids are looking at me in the same way and pointing fingers.
Waving his hand to the children, he went straight to the center of the village, on the way asking people for directions to the headman of the village. The headman turned out to be a man with a thick beard in whose eyes one could read boundless fatigue.
To my surprise, the proposal to hire several young people to fight with the bandits, from where they may never return, was met with almost glee, as it turned out later, life in the villages is not sugar, because of the war, many children were left orphans, but growing up, they had nowhere to go, so they nailed where they had to, and most often they went to local gangs. The guys turned out to be sensible, but from the weapons they had only home-made batons from all sorts of pieces of wood. And the first question they met me with was the question of food, they pounced on the prepared meat stew as if it were food from a royal feast.
So, I became the commander of a small detachment. After reinforcements and a little acquaintance, we went to the forest, where our bandits roughly settled.
And half a day had not passed before we met a group of robbers, the guys immediately pointed out the knives and the fact that they did not wear any identifying coats of arms. As a rule, the troops of the nobles wear armor or shields with the emblems of their court to which they belong, and the peasants try to hang or attach the flag of their nobleman as clearly as possible so that they would not be mistaken for bandits. Most often, they simply pasted them over the wagon of their caravans, or forced someone to carry the flag. And these men were armed, but they did not have any signs of belonging.
So, when they started walking towards us, the guys put up their clubs and got ready for battle, and I, in turn, prepared an old crossbow, a gift from one of my brothers. He said that I would learn to shoot from a bow for decades, but I had to hunt today. Fortunately for me, none of my fighters rushed to shout at our guests, everyone was waiting with tension for my words.
When the strangers got close enough, one of them stepped forward and spoke:
- You know what to do, give everything you have, otherwise blame yourself.
The fact that they were bandits became clear as daylight, and upon hearing my refusal, the bandits immediately rushed in our direction. The crossbow was already in my hands and the first bolt flew straight into the chest of the one who spoke to us. The rest of his comrades stopped for a moment, staring at the fallen comrade, and I took advantage of the moment to shout to my fighters to attack. Time seemed to slow down, and the enemies and my guys had clubs and other agricultural implements that they used as weapons, such as scythes. Well, I was the only one who had a sword and he easily cut both clubs and flesh. Everything was as shown in the fencing lesson at the institute: dodge, parry and strike, then repeat. A few minutes later the battle was over and our guys filled the air with loud shouts of victory. Let us fight with simple bandits, but the heat of battle and the feeling of victory were intoxicating,
After examining our fighters, it turned out that two received minor wounds and bruises, but in general we won without loss. Then they began to inspect the battlefield, some were alive, just unconscious. While I was thinking what to do with them, the guys again distinguished themselves, they offered to sell them. As it turned out, this is a common practice in Calradia, they are sold to some “sellersâ€, and they didn’t buy their relatives or friends from them, if not ... Well, any mines always need extra hands.
I didn’t want to dirty my hands about this, but I just couldn’t let them go, so that they would tell their people about us, and I didn’t raise my hand to kill the unarmed. So, the decision was made, albeit with little difficulty. But before that, you need to interrogate at least one and find out where their lair is.
While I was thinking what to do with the surviving bandits, my guys were already digging into the things of the bandits and dragging everything to ours, and some were already changing their weapons and clothes.
Unfortunately, the bandit knew little, but pointed to another village, next to which another group of their gang was hanging around. After handing over the survivors and replenishing supplies in the city, our squad wandered to the next village and along the way stumbled upon another group of robbers. There were only seven of them, and like last time, they did not have coats of arms, but when we approached, we realized that they were armed to the teeth. These were sea raiders, those very Nord bandits who, for some reason, did not want an honest life and live by robberies. Without even letting us say a word, spears flew at us and two young soldiers fell dead, and the rest rushed to the drain. I was left standing alone. One against seven well-armed and experienced warriors, but I did not intend to surrender.
They were no longer going to throw spears and slowly surrounded. One warrior stepped forward and made a sharp lunge forward cutting his sword from top to bottom, but I dodged in time, I wanted to seize the moment and attack, but I was not given such an opportunity and immediately hit from the left because of which I had to defend myself. All that remained was to defend himself, and the raider pressed on, he smiled, for him it was just a game. With each blow, I felt like I was running out of breath, as there was less and less strength left, and at some point I fell. The raider clearly enjoyed my desperate situation, and when he raised his hand to finish me off, I managed to group up and kick him in the right knee, from which his leg buckled. I don’t know where the strength came from in me, but my hand itself raised the sword and pulled it forward, and the raider practically fell on him himself. This is a victory, I rejoiced blood rushed like never before. But then I heard footsteps, his friends were walking straight at me, and the last thing I saw was a solid boot made of pure steel, upholstered in leather.