Chapter 2: Tales by the fire.
From the hilltop we could see the returning forces of lord Albrecht. He was the Governor of the frontier lands East of Luna-Mar. His forces had been battling a raging gang of frontiersmen rebelling – because the Lord had cut off the flow of wine, beer and spirits. The gang had grown into an angry mob of sober drunkards. Quickly, they turned into rebellious brother-hood; gathering strength each day they went unchallenged. Finally the lord had to much. He ordered his calvary and armored knights to deal with this mob – as enemies of the state.
The mob did not stand much a chance against charging calvary. The knights had to make a point. They would occupy many of the rebel villages. They would only stop until the unrest turns to rest. The mob tried to meet the charging calvary in the flat lands just outside of one of the villages. It was there greatest mistake. The calvary disemboweled their ranks. The mob did show the calvary something. They had fashioned long pikes in hopes of deterring the charging calvary. Though it did not work the way they wanted.
The knights are well trained in many kind of tactics. The mob did kill a few knights and horses, but not enough to make a difference in the battle. Most of the mob scattered into the woods after the first calvary charge. The stupid few who felt death was better than sobriety – fell in a bloody mess of impaled lances, and swords.
A normal person would wonder why they would fight so hard. But I am no layman, I’m and member of the sheriffs Guild. A Hardy bunch of woodsmen, hunters, archers, surveyors, warriors and wizards. Our job is to keep a watchful eye on the frontier. To make maps or forge trails for the woodcutters union.
Most of the local savage tribes consider the sheriffs guild to be an extension of the lords forces. The few tribes that understand the world of politics, know we try to do our best. We are not perfect, but we do know the difference between right and wrong. We try not to be vigilantes, though sometimes we have no choice in the face of true evil. We do what must be done to persevere the peace in the frontier.
This is the frontier land. Few laws last long out here. The lord only inspects his land a few times a year. He relies on us to be his eyes and ears. Over the last few months I had been noticing that more and more drunkards – had been sleeping in the dirt roads between villages. The drunkards formed road gangs to rob travelers for money to support their habits.
Many of the sheriffs had been reporting this all over the frontier. My partner Nathan and I had been out in the deep frontier hunting an elusive beast that had been praying on the savage tribes. This beast was known as a Quintigo. This beast is a cross between a bear and a Tiger. It has a mean streak a mile long. This beast has killed dozens of tribesmen in the foothills near near the Malta pass. This was far from our jurisdiction, but the...