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Albion is a burning ruin, and it is said openly in the streets, farmsteads and ruins of the Kingdom that the Maker and all his saints must be asleep in their heaven to let it go on. All across the land run famine, pestilence and war in their droves, as harvests fail in months of driving rain or are looted by passing bandits and plagues reduce towns into half-deserted ruins.

At first the civil war between the Lady of Albion (daughter of the long dead Good King Adalmund) and her cousin the Duke of Clarent was much as any other war, with nobemen and loyalists fighting one another and leaving the peasants alone. As years passed and the war continued, following failed sieges and stalemates, the lords of either side grew frustrated and impoverished, and so began the Burning Time, as their armies descended on the smallfolk to feed themselves.

It has been a long decade since then, and the Kingdom has all but collapsed into anarchy. You have had, as all have, a cruelly hard lot. Only a lad at the start of the war, your boyhood and the first years of manhood have been spent in the shadow of the war. You have watched as the lords have become little more than bandits, as castles and manors have been burnt and villages left to defend themselves from bandits and beasts, and as the great wood has been left to its malignant growth unabated.

Like many of the lads your age, you have had to rely on your wits and your arms. Your home village, as so many others, was sacked and burned. You narrowly escaped being pressed into service in the army that burnt it. With only what food you could carry and a weapon, you took to the road, a vagabond wanderer like the thousands of others.

>How have you survived?
>There is only one way to wealth in these times, and it is banditry. You have joined a small band of footpads, cutthroats and thieves lurking on the roads.
>Your mother made you swear you'd never turn bandit, and you have abided her, though in these times it is hardly different to have turned mercenary. You and a band of other lads have set about earning your bread by defending towns, merchants and those who can pay.
>With a longbow and the skill to use it you fled into the woods, pursued by the recruiters. Now you eke out a living in the relative quiet of the woods as a poacher and huntsman, tracking deer, fowl and the occasional beastman.
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>>3811763
>There is only one way to wealth in these times, and it is banditry. You have joined a small band of footpads, cutthroats and thieves lurking on the roads.
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>>3811763
>There is only one way to wealth in these times, and it is banditry. You have joined a small band of footpads, cutthroats and thieves lurking on the roads.
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>>3811763
>Your mother made you swear you'd never turn bandit, and you have abided her, though in these times it is hardly different to have turned mercenary. You and a band of other lads have set about earning your bread by defending towns, merchants and those who can pay.
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>>3811774
>>3811786

Leave it for farmers and poachers to scrabble in the dirt and eat their own boots. It was a choice between being a starving pauper or a bandit, and you took the latter option. With a longbow, a cudgel, a jerkin and a tent you set out on the road with a few other lads from your old village equipped with whatever farm tools and kitchen knives they could get hold of in the ashes. You killed your first man a while ago, a thief who tricked to steal your bow in the night and got an arrow through his eye instead. For a few months now you've travelled from band to band, reaching beyond your home county and leaving all the lads you brought with you behind.

Now you're with a group of brigands in the back-country of Caester, a walled town home now to a few hundred without enough soldiers to guard its roads. You reflect on all this for a moment as you pull on your jerkin for the day and clamber up out of your tent. Cadfael, a sturdy, one-eyed welsh sheep-thief who you've taken to sharing a campfire with since he doesn't seem inclined to put a knife in you, has already gotten the fire going undr the shade of a gnarled old tree for cover from the driving rain.

With a grunt of greeting between you you set about getting yourself fed, pouring out the last of your flour into a bowl to make some bannock dough to cook by the fire.

"Old Grim up there's goin' out huntin' a'day, free to do as we's like, he says."

Cadfael looks at you with his unclouded eye, combing back rain-slick hair with one hand and eating his own breakfast with the other.

"Thought I might go out down the Caester road, see as I can find a farmstead with Gethyn and the lads. Come along if ye's want, farmer's not likely to say no with an arrow through'im"

You think for a moment that a farmstead on the Caester road that's not been burnt down yet is likely guarded, but there's hardly need to tell Cadfael that, since Gethyn's a prigg of a noble's bastard son and it'd suit you fine for him to get a pike to the belly from a farmer's mercenary. Still, you need to get fed for the day somehow. You recall seeing cookfires to the north, off the beaten track and among a swampy bit of fen, where you might find more luck.

>What will you do with your day?
>Go with Cadfael, Gethyn and a few lads down the Caester road in search of a farmstead to rob.
>Go out into the wild country on your own to find some loot you needn't split.
>Go out hunting yourself. The woodland here is wild, but you've never heard of much beyond a few goatmen squatting in the crags.
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>>3811931
>Go with Cadfael, Gethyn and a few lads down the Caester road in search of a farmstead to rob.

Food, drink and maybe a young woman to warm the cold bed
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>>3811931
>Go with Cadfael, Gethyn and a few lads down the Caester road in search of a farmstead to rob.
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>>3811988
>>3811950

"Strength in numbers, I say. D' be glad to see that prat Gethyn get his nose bloodied too. I'll go with your lot, Cadfael. Food, drink and the chance of a good woman'll get me to put up with the prick"

The Welshman laughs, clapping a calloused hand on your shoulder.

"Aye, fair. The Gascon says there's a farm just off the road an hour's walk toward Caester. Might be guarded, but not likely after the bad harvest. If we're lucky we'll be first there. If there's women to be had you'll have to bloody well fight for them."

You laugh and finish off your breakfast talking over the plan. Soon enough you're traipsing down the Caester road calling Gethyn a sheep-shagger with a few of your fellow Albioners behind his back. Dressed up in his typically pompous nobleman's outfit (complete with the blood of its last owner and a knife-hole in the gut and utterly failing to fit him), the bastard occasionally turns from his welsh mates and laughs, spitting back on the ground in front of you.

Still, the walk is not long compared to the hike from your home county, and by half an hour after dawn you've spotted a farmhouse, with Clovis, the black haired and entirely toothless Gascon ex-wine merchant, arriving on horseback to let you and Cadfael know he's scouted the place out.

Gethyn, it turns out, was brought along because he's the only person literate enough to read Clovis' notes. Since the man can barely speak, this makes understanding his report a lot easier. According to him there's a small farmhouse with a sheepfold, lived in by a farmer, three of his sons and a pair of local mercenaries, along with his wife and daughter. Apparently the mercenaries, along with the farmer and his son, are at least armed, though he couldn't tell how much, and they seem wary, ready to retreat into the farmhouse, lock the door and resist all comers.

Cadfael looks to you, along with the Albioner lads, and Gethyn begrudgingly huddles with the two of you to plan.

>What's the plan?
>You and your Albioner lads will go out into the back country behind the house and sneak in from that direction. Try to kill the mercenaries at a distance then get inside the house before the farmer can stop you while he's distracted by Cadfael. Moderately risky to you but you'll get a much better share.
>Cadfael suggests a direct attack by everyone, your lads coming from the back and his from the front. Less risk but less reward.
>Gethyn, brutal prick that he is, suggests setting fire to the homestead's roof and slaughtering the folk when they flee or while they're distracted putting it out. Likely to lose out on most of your share but pretty much safe.
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>>3812137
>You and your Albioner lads will go out into the back country behind the house and sneak in from that direction. Try to kill the mercenaries at a distance then get inside the house before the farmer can stop you while he's distracted by Cadfael. Moderately risky to you but you'll get a much better share.
Why burn the place down? We're here to loot not collect ashes
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>>3812137
>You and your Albioner lads will go out into the back country behind the house and sneak in from that direction. Try to kill the mercenaries at a distance then get inside the house before the farmer can stop you while he's distracted by Cadfael. Moderately risky to you but you'll get a much better share.
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>>3812198
>>3812148

You make your intention known and Cadfael decides quite quickly to side with you over Gethyn for fear of burning some of the loot. So, you and the Albioners, younger and less seasoned than the Welshmen but equipped with longbows, sneak out into the backcountry behind the farm. You have to crawl under a blackberry hedge, taking a few thorns in your shirt, but before half an hour you've navigated your way behind the sheepfold of the farmhouse. You and one other lad head off towards the house, while the two older Albioners, Cerdic and Hereward, sneak around the small wooden enclosure to keep an eye on the mercenaries.

The farmstead is poor, as you can tell at a glance, but no-one seems to have looted it yet. Five ewes and a ram can be counted bleating in the sheepfold, and a hide of fields lies fallow further along the road. A small earthen rampart surrounds the place, only two or three feet high but an impediment for the lads coming in off the road. You, though, manage to get well over it and to hide up against the back-side of the farmhouse, close up against the cobbles. You snatch a look around the corner and examine the sight put before you.

The door is a short dash away, but the farmer, a sturdy but old fellow with a knife at his belt, is stood in it. With the way the thatch overhangs you couldn't get a shot off, even if he didn't hear you doing it. A woman's voice can be heard within the house, and one of the farmer's sons is walking across the courtyard, away from the house.

>How do you handle the situation?
>You'll try to shoot the farmer's son as he's crossing the yard and you'll send the lad with you to rush the farmer, cut his throat and silence the woman inside the house.
>Have the lad try to make the shot while you rush the farmer.
>Allow the farmer's son to get out of sight and attempt to trick the farmer into coming around the back of the house in the hopes of killing him and sneaking in.
>Wait for the farmer to move.
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>>3812342
>Have the lad try to make the shot while you rush the farmer.
Does lad have better weapon for close combat than us?
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>>3812342
>Have the lad try to make the shot while you rush the farmer
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>>3812342
>Have the lad try to make the shot while you rush the farmer.
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>>3812342
>Allow the farmer's son to get out of sight and attempt to trick the farmer into coming around the back of the house in the hopes of killing him and sneaking in.
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>>3812342
>Have the lad try to make the shot while you rush the farmer.
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>>3812342
>Have the lad try to make the shot while you rush the farmer.
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>>3812342
>Have the lad try to make the shot while you rush the farmer.
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Sorry Boys
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>>3822604
Damn it. Dead?
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>>3822926
Looks like it
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Someone take over!



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