(And the Late-Update saga continues!
sorry guys)
Wary of other bandit groups that might be in the area, you order your pickets doubled and relieved every two hours. Your men set up their bedrolls and gather firewood, and soon, a camp has sprung into existence. Your men seem happy and glad of the victory, though the loss of their friends saddens them, and they grumble when you announce that they are forbidden to drink tonight.
Each group of men has split into it's own area of the clearing, with the two groups of crossbowmen to it's west end, and the spearmen to the right. As Dellman has in theory "become" a crossbowman, you head to his group's site and look around for him, and quickly find him sitting with a few of the older members of your band, sharing stories. You ask him if you could have a chat with him, and though he momentarily looks worried, he follows you to the pavilion.
Upon being asked to tell his story prior to being a bandit, dellman chuckles and says "I don't know if there's much to say. Father was a priest, so I guess I've got a good respect for the Gods. I can read, too. I was the third son, and after Pa died I really had nothing tying me to home, so I left.
Joined up with a trade caravan, I did, and we went back and forth for a while. I made some decent coin from that, and just when I was about to settle down, maybe open a shop in some town somewhere, the war starts here, where we happened to be.
Caravan got "confiscated" by a bunch of goons working for a knight on the new Duke's side, and I joined up as a soldier for the old side. We lost. At that point, I was broke and had done nothing but fighting the government for the past eight years or so, so I was just about stuck, no one would let me work for them and all that. I joined up with the outfit you just put in the ground about a month ago, and that's that."
He tells you that the other two men are both wanted, one for poaching and one for banditry. You promise that they will not be harmed. He says that he was glad to finally have an "out" of banditry, and others may feel the same. Finally, when asked about other groups, he says that he doesn't know where any other groups are specifically, but that two are operating in the general north of this area, and that he was told to trust anyone who could give a certain passphrase. He imagines that the phrase was passed in towns and villages to sympathizers and potential recruits. The phrase itself is "Warded, the Dole's Upkeep."
Having finished your tasks for the day, you thank Dellman and dismiss him. You then go to sleep. The next day has much to offer. As you drift off, you think about what you should do about your prisoners and what your next move will be.
What will you do tomorrow?Name: Cedric Stoneye
Age: 32, born Spring, Year 1213 (Currently Summer, Year 1245)
Possessions: Average Crossbow, Forester's hat, Average Clothes, Above Average Observer, Mail hauberk, 200.45 Crowns(currency)
Health: Good (Slight Leg Wound(Treated))
Skills: Good Crossbowman, Good Leader, Above Average Tactician, Fair Siege Engineer, Fair Conversationalist.
5 officers (1 leader, 2 crossbow vinteners, 2 spear vinteners)
44 Crossbowmen (crossbows, hauberks/coats of plate, maces, forester hats, boots)
Good Crossbowmen
Good Scouts
Above Average Ambushers
Poor Laborers
2 wounded, 1 slight, 1 severe
Pay:44 crowns per month
18 green spearmen (jerkins, spears, maces, boots)(a few have coats of plate and bucklers)
Fair Spearmen
Fair Laborers
3 wounded, all slight
Pay: 90 shillings/9 crowns per month
Neither Tired nor Well-Rested
Supplies: Good (Travelling rations, Fruit)
Morale: Good(Recent Battle, Victory, some losses)
Poll
9 (90%)
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