Sneak around and unhitch the cattle. Spook them with some rocks thrown to the hind quarters, from a safe distance, and watch the guards, and whomever else give chase after them. that should create the first opening.
We should be doing the sneaking. we are in simpler clothing, and will blend in far more. Tarquin should hide and surprise the enemy if things go badly.
"I do have a plan, the cattle, i'll spook them, we let the guards chase after the cows.
That should create the first opening.
You stay back until i spook the cows."
With that said you set off, crouching down as you half walk and half crawl in to some bushes near to the cows.
One, Two and three stones to the cows buttocks and the herd starts to move away from you.
There's a shout from the watchman as the panicked cows pick up speed and numbers.
In turn you see the watchman run after the cows quickly by four of the bandits.
Then it happens one of the them pass just to close to your hideing place and you both look the other in the eye.
"There! Get him!" the man shouts as he raise an axe.
You leap to your feet and take wild swing at him, slashing him across the forehead.
As blood pours down one bandits face, another step forwards to face you.
He's a big fat man with metal studded club held in both hands.
As he runs at you ram your sword forwards in to his knee, splitting the kneecap and party severing the leg.
He falls screaming in pain as the rest of the bandits surround you.
A tall man with long plaited beard stare at you.
"So that fat old goat had son i see.
Well kill you like he killed my brother!" as he speaks he tosses a spiked mace from hand to hand.
Just then Tarquin enteres the clearing with his spear held high and armour shineing in the fire light.
"Stop in the name of House Hostilius!"
He shouts as he makes an infective stab at your challengers shoulder.
The wounded man strikes back in a rage with his club.
The blow lands with a crunch and Tarquin arms drops down with crack and hangs limp.
You make a swing at Tarquin's attacker but he ducks under your blade and
comes back at you with swing to your arm.
A jolt of pain shocks your arm as he hit your elbow.
Angered you headbutt him, mashing his nose before you take your sword in both hands and strike him with all your force
You're blade slices deep into him, splitting several ribs and unleashing a gout of blood as he dies.
A woman's shout echoes as she come at you screaming puntite warcrys, an ebony banshee.
But Tarquin is ready, his spear in his good hand, he darts forwards letting the spear slide through his fingers
And the bronze point screwer's straight in to a woman's eye and out the rear of her skull.
Blood gurgles from wound as last of bandits turn and run in to the night.
You do your best to fashion a splint for Tarquin arms and then you loot the bandit camp.
The bad news is there little of value, it's mostly pedestrian stuff, barrels of salt fish, a pair of brass goblets, a canvas sack of rock salt and dozens of bolt of spun wool.
But you do find a silver armlet, set with a single sapphire.
You sit up through the night wary that the bandit might return but they don't.
And so a little after dawns first light you see a familiar face and head in to town.
What do you plan on doing?
Buy some thing? (You have the cash to buy three major items.)
To save me having to type up a massive list of most useless items and prices,then do a page of sums just to have a massive list of crap sitting around for ever, we're just listing major items so weapons, armour, horses and other important things.
Minor items are unlisted things your just expected to have, i.e. food, a water skin, means of lighting fire and so on
To buy stuff just list the type of items your after, I.E. a helmet, a horse, some body armour, a bow.
More detail doesn't mean that you'll find that thing as is
See if you can fine some more companions?
Look for work?
Name : Peter Hudsley
Description : A short man, dark-haired man in simple farmer's clothes.
Gender: Male
Health: fine
Possessions
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Long Sword,(Mothers) serrated back eagles head pommel.
Sliver Choker (Mothers)
Plain pottery jar
Loot
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Silver and Sapphire armlet
Name : Tarquin Hostilius
Description : A tall broad shouldered man with short fiery red hair and a goatee
Gender: Male
Health: Broken arm
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Possessions
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Bronze breastplate, helmet and greaves
Spear
Large shield
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