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[Askot Bokbondeler]

aid our countrymen in hacking these trespassers down, chase the fleeing cowards

[stabbymcstabstab]

go through the other end of the caravan to stop any ecsape and find some loot to

[Geen]

Run the hell away. Let 'em die, the dirty foreign scum.

[Svarte Troner]

Your brother and the 2 of the horsemen charge headlong into the fray, skewering peasants on their spears. Meanwhile, the other scout high-tails it in the opposite direction. You stand in disbelief, unsure of what to do... The peasants are being butchered like hogs in the slaughterhouse, and you stand from your vantage point, watching the massacre unfold.

By the time the cries of the dying and wounded are all but silent, you ride off into the night. You reach your home village and are greeted by the townsfolk. A funeral pyre burns bright at the temple and horse sacrifices are being made to Apia. Your wounds are treated by the town healers at the temple. Villagers are still busy rebuilding even this late. The Elders, Chief, and your Father have summoned you to the Elder's meetinghouse to discuss the scouting mission. You arrive and explain to them the location of the Roman fort and also describe the battle on the steppes. The Elders are worried that the Scythian nobles will leave us without defense when they come to draft, which they believe will be tomorrow. Some even suggest defying them or fleeing. They ask your opinion of this idea.

Inventory

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-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)

Location:

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-Your home village, Elder's meetinghouse

Status:

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Injuries: Bandaged cuts across chest
Followers: none
Time of Day: mid-night

[Geen]

DEFY THAT ROMAN SCUM!

[jc6036]

Lets ask the nobles why they slaughtered those people. If they have a bad reason, we will kick them into the pit of death. If we dont have one of those, lets just cut their heads off and impale them on +iron spikes+

[Yoink]

Wait, what? We're not talking about the Romans, we're talking about the Scythians, who're like the local-ruler-bunch kinda thing, if I'm reading this right.
And the Scythian nobles aren't here, in the village, but we expect them to come tomorrow, wanting to draft the villages men to fight the romans.

As for what we should do, jeez... I have no idea. The Romans are eeeevil though, so we should definitely do our best to stop them, although these Scythians aren't exactly an upstanding bunch anyhow. They might just come back and pillage da village while we're all off fighting well-equipped Romans on their behalf, who knows.

[Askot Bokbondeler]

what heresies do you speak of? they are the lawful rulers of the scythians, descending from the lineages upon which the gods themselves deposited the fate of our people. those people were foreigners and trespassers, probably roman peasants fleeing from their burning village, they deserved what came unto them.
leaving our village unprotected is worrisome, but the village alone wouldn't fare well against both the romans and our countrymen if we rebelled, i think the wisest choice would be to accept the nobles demands, and then impress them with our courage and mighty deeds. once we have their favour we might be able to request aid on behalf of the village

[Dwarmin]

Could we really defend the village with what we have left, anyway? Let most of the villagers who can't fight come along with the draftees-wives and children mostly. Let the old or heavily wounded people stay here with the orphans. That way, if someone burns down the rest of our village while we're gone, at least we'll have fit people left to rebuild.

[Yoink]

Yep, I'm with Dwarmin. Take as much of our valuables as we can carry, so whoever decides to raid our village while we're gone (Be they Romans or otherwise) won't have much success.
Perhaps we can use materials from our still-standing buildings to make wagons and such to carry goods and people?

[Svarte Troner]

The Elders accept your idea of complying with the Nobles and bringing all able bodied villagers along to help fight the Romans. You return to your house to sleep for the night.

You wake up to the sound of metal clanging, you find your brother is in the next room sharpening a sword. He is clad in scaled armor and chain mail, he looks up at you and his face changes to anger:

"Why did you abandon us on the field of battle, you're lucky I put in a good word with the nobles or they'd use your skull as a chalice!"
"I refuse to slaughter innocent people, brother."
"Bah, they were Roman vermin, trying to settle here and defile our ancestral lands!"

-- Your argument is interrupted by the heavy thuds of galloping horses, you both exit the house to find the Scythian Nobles have returned and are in the town center. The Elders begrudgingly offer up our finest hunters and horsemen. A crowd gathers around, and people offer their own children to the nobles, unable to care for them alone. The Nobles only accept your village's young men into the army. The campaign will likely be long and brutal, your people have no option but to return to the steppe as a nomadic people. The old and crippled will stay with your desolate village.

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I will add more later. There's nothing really to decide on yet, I just didn't want to write a huge wall of text.

Inventory

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-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)

Location:

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-Your villages town square

Status:

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Mount: Steppe horse
Injuries: Bandaged cuts across chest
Followers: none
Time of Day: Early morning

[Svarte Troner]

You are taken by the Scythians to their camp in the steppes, not far from your village. On the way, you see the destruction of yesterday's battle, stinking peasant corpses laying about. You arrive at the camp, an amalgamation of round tents and soldiers milling about. The tattooed man invites a group of representatives from your village into his tent.

This tent is quite large as compared to the others. Inside is a round table, seated are all manner of Nobles from the tribes of the area. Your brother is seated at the table and your take your seat next to him. The tattooed man begins to speak:

"I, Chieftain of the Royal Scythian, have assembled the tribes of Taurica to serve the Royal Scythian in battle against the invading Romans."

-He discuses plans for a raid on a Roman settlement on the coast. Your regiment will join a larger army to the south. You are placed under command of your brother, who has been granted a title by the tattooed man, and will be led along with 50 horsemen to skirmish Romans near the settlement.

Now would be your chance to speak in front of all the diplomats of the Scythian nation. What will you do?

[jc6036]

"I have one thing to say. Were those peasents you slaughtered out there romans? Did they do something to deserve such treatment?"

[Svarte Troner]

Sensing an opportunity, you stand and question the tattooed chief about the slaughter yesterday. He tells you they were Roman colonists bent on stealing your land and deserved whatever came to them. A prisoner is brought out into the court, bound by the wrists and bleeding. The Chief says:

"Since you are so inclined towards benevolence for these worthless scum, I will allow you to decide this one's fate. Where does your loyalty lie?" The Chief stands and kicks the prisoner down, he brandishes an axe, waiting for your reply. The prisoner looks up towards you with a pleading look in his eyes.

[jc6036]

"sorry m'lord. Then they were indeed roman settlers. Execute this roman scum."