You've got a strange feeling about it, but you ride out to investigate the object anyway. It turns out they are objects actually, and people, many people. The people seem wary of your presence yet they have not acted with any hostility yet. They are all in a caravan, hundreds of people, traveling to greener pastures, or to avoid Romans or the northern hoards. One old man, dressed in rags, hobbles up to you begging in some strange language. Others are calling out to you, but you don't understand any of it, nor do your men. You then fix your sight on a hill in the distance. A large dark figure, mounted, is waiting there. Then, a multitude of other figures rise up alongside the other. The silhouettes linger for a moment, surveying the peasant convoy, then they charge down the hill, accelerating towards the villagers. A ramshackle militia of peasants forms a spear wall as the other peasants flee behind you. You see the figures clearly now, armor gleaming in the setting sun. You reckon there about 30 of them.
Inventory-Torn Worn Tunic (Body)
-Torn Camouflage Cloak (Over Tunic)
-Worn Boots (Feet)
-Father's Knife (Concealed in Tunic)
-Grandfathers Bow (On back)
-Quiver (On back)
-Roman Helmet (head)
-old shield (Right hand)
-Hand axe (left hand)
-Out on the steppe, at the peasant convoy
Injuries: Deep cuts across chest
Followers: Brother (spear), 3 horse archers
Time of Day: Early Evening
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Topic: You are a barbarian peasant. (Read 9850 times)