Robaire Fogbrooke
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Robaire paced back and fourth along the short dock, his arms tucked behind his back and his posture board straight. His body language showed his apprehension, the community had been split on bringing in foreign aid - especially considering the sizeable damage it would do the treasury. Yet Lord Fogbrooke knew that without aid he and his five strong militia would not be able to stop the attacks which were increasing in intensity and frequency. So he had over ridden the will of his citizenry, the first time he had ever used the power of his position; it left a poor taste in the mouth for the noble in name only.
Standing some feet behind Robaire, lax and joking was the five members of the Fogbrooke Militia, four men and a woman - all human. They were moderately equipped, with unadorned breast plates and basic skull cap helmets being their only armor. Their weapons were of their own choosing, ranging from a standard arming sword to a bizarre looking wooden pole with a spiked wooden head connected at the end by a very short chain. Robaire gave them a long leash, they weren't an organized military unit and as much as he longed to lead a disciplined and organized infantry he knew the free spirited types which lived in the frontier town of Fogbrooke would never be the dazzling officers and soldiers he read about in his strategy books.
Despite their short comings they were a tenacious and steadfast bunch, loyal to Lord Robaire Fogbrooke alone and not even the village itself. For these five, Robaire was King of the Free Kingdom of Fogbrooke; not just a simple a village chief.
"Aztal, go patrol the north of the village with Hendricks - Barock, Capri and Soltun patrol the farms." Robaire suddenly called out, the woman known as Aztal acted first and led the burly looking Hendricks into the village. The three remaining men walked toward the farms directly ahead, all moved with purpose and pride; shedding the undisciplined image at a single command.
In truth Robaire knew no attacks were coming, the bandits had a pattern - at first they only came during new moons, attacking under the cover of complete darkness and using fires as a distraction to ransack a food store house or the like. Robaire had initially assumed it was another tribe of downtrodden orc runts run out from the greater Bhathairk region to the north by a more powerful tribe. It was not uncommon, and Robaire had trained his militia as a youth for the express purpose of seasonal orc culling.
But when a group of hunters never returned, their bodies found stripped bare in the woods and killed with the heavy bolts of a crossbow Robaire knew it was not orcs which had come upon his village. Steadily the attacks increased in frequency, but always at night - yet causalities remained minimal. It was the kidnapping of a three women from a farm house which had made Robaire choose to hire mercenaries.
He had no luck tracking them, their talent at covering their tracks above his own at tracking and the crossbow bolts left Robaire weary of haphazardly wandering into the woods. Crossbows were armor killers, weapons of expense wielded by trained men expecting a fight against heavy armored killers. They were not the weapons of mere bandits. Robaire did not know what was attacking his beloved village but the young Lord of Fogbrooke was not going to wait and find out.
The mercenaries could not arrive soon enough.
Brynneld Dingo Sir Tobias the Unbroken Selene
Standing some feet behind Robaire, lax and joking was the five members of the Fogbrooke Militia, four men and a woman - all human. They were moderately equipped, with unadorned breast plates and basic skull cap helmets being their only armor. Their weapons were of their own choosing, ranging from a standard arming sword to a bizarre looking wooden pole with a spiked wooden head connected at the end by a very short chain. Robaire gave them a long leash, they weren't an organized military unit and as much as he longed to lead a disciplined and organized infantry he knew the free spirited types which lived in the frontier town of Fogbrooke would never be the dazzling officers and soldiers he read about in his strategy books.
Despite their short comings they were a tenacious and steadfast bunch, loyal to Lord Robaire Fogbrooke alone and not even the village itself. For these five, Robaire was King of the Free Kingdom of Fogbrooke; not just a simple a village chief.
"Aztal, go patrol the north of the village with Hendricks - Barock, Capri and Soltun patrol the farms." Robaire suddenly called out, the woman known as Aztal acted first and led the burly looking Hendricks into the village. The three remaining men walked toward the farms directly ahead, all moved with purpose and pride; shedding the undisciplined image at a single command.
In truth Robaire knew no attacks were coming, the bandits had a pattern - at first they only came during new moons, attacking under the cover of complete darkness and using fires as a distraction to ransack a food store house or the like. Robaire had initially assumed it was another tribe of downtrodden orc runts run out from the greater Bhathairk region to the north by a more powerful tribe. It was not uncommon, and Robaire had trained his militia as a youth for the express purpose of seasonal orc culling.
But when a group of hunters never returned, their bodies found stripped bare in the woods and killed with the heavy bolts of a crossbow Robaire knew it was not orcs which had come upon his village. Steadily the attacks increased in frequency, but always at night - yet causalities remained minimal. It was the kidnapping of a three women from a farm house which had made Robaire choose to hire mercenaries.
He had no luck tracking them, their talent at covering their tracks above his own at tracking and the crossbow bolts left Robaire weary of haphazardly wandering into the woods. Crossbows were armor killers, weapons of expense wielded by trained men expecting a fight against heavy armored killers. They were not the weapons of mere bandits. Robaire did not know what was attacking his beloved village but the young Lord of Fogbrooke was not going to wait and find out.
The mercenaries could not arrive soon enough.
Brynneld Dingo Sir Tobias the Unbroken Selene