Turn 34: Surrender (Cont.)
~Barkamsted~
Rabble couldn’t find anyone willing to identify themselves as mayor, but Bryce was recommended as a candidate, and he seemed amiable enough. The remaining two bleeding individuals were patched up by Rabble’s men, leaving everyone stable.
Orcus looked for better armor than his own, but sadly the two well armored bandits had been looted, leaving behind only leather jerkins.
Cortis similarly searched to no avail. None of the bandits had purses. Or anything at all. Every pocket and shoe was empty as could be. Arms and armor were all they had born.
As his regiment continued their regimen
Jongo sat next to his wounded soldier. The pair talked quietly, the topic ranging from the man’s, Gerald’s, family to the most recent market festival, at which Gerald had bought his wife a nice ribbon and ‘earned himself something nice too.’ Jongo noticed the man’s eyelids drooping, and Gerald must have picked up on his concern. “S’alright Sarge, I’ve been patched up real good. Just need my sleep, and tomorrow I’ll run rounds with the rest of the men.” He closed his eyes and, much to Jongo’s relief, his breathing deepened and it was clear he was in a good sleep.
Xaver’s men had many complaints. It wasn’t so much that food was impossible to find, though harvests had been bad for a few years. It was just that the Baron kept taking more and more. He was living like a king while they starved. And it wasn’t just the milling tax. He had taken everything. His taxation got so imaginative, he’d tax their harvest, the milling, and then the bread after it’d been baked. And with grain becoming scarce meat had become nonexistent. There were hardly any livestock left, and it would take years before meat could be served again. But if fighting could bring back the meat, the men would do it.
Lork and
Eliza gathered those who knew the most about the family, which wasn’t much, and got them talking. It seemed the family was a recent arrival, and nobody was sure from where. One rumor had it they had bribed the Baron to be allow to claim a new house, but others pointed out there was no need, so long as they would have paid his taxes the Baron would happily have allowed another family to settle. They had kept to themselves, but that wasn’t odd for new arrivals. Barkamsted was a tight knit community, and it often took some time before newcomers were accepted. Not that the current company was cruel to them, they were quick to add. It seemed they had been taken because the man put up a small fight and the woman rushed to his side.
Meanwhile, the citizens of FDRP took quite quickly to a new flag, despite the protests of some that the letters were out of order.
Loyal to Rabble: 2 Guards, 17 men (armed), 1 man (unarmed, dead)
Mood: Triumphant
Bandits: 13 Bandits (9 Unconscious, 1 Dead, 3 Surrendered), 2 Bandits (Armored) (1 Surrendered, 1 Unconscious)
All hail the glorious flag of FDPRDFPRD
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Topic: Simple Folk of Erioth Stage III: Improving the Barreny: Turn 47 (Read 68389 times)