Not taking any time to nurse our wounded, forcing oscar to hobble on his crippled foot we set off back down to Kampstadt, arriving to a job offer at Midday, 3rd of Itz.
No choice here. Either earn our pay in blood or become the bandits that we are preying upon, and so far that hasn't looked like an option.
I try haggling for more money, but our Jewfu is weak.
Cities, being a den of scum and villainy, are naturally good recruiting grounds for us. Reinhardt, Wayword Son and ERYFKRAD join the Kool Krew, with their bios placed in my
journal page 1.
The rest of our gold is spent on equipment. You Bros are paid for your services, but I can't afford another day.
At a glance the bandits don't appear to have any ranged weaponry. With that in mind, I plan to make a shield-wall on solid ground and force them to advance on us - a plan aided by Gondolin's keen aim.
Da battle advances all according to plan. Excellent. The terrain is hindering us almost as much as the enemy. Azira takes point at the North of our lines, standing waist deep in stagnant, stinking water and setting himself.
Beowulf claims first blood - poking over the top of Wayward Son with his pitchfork.
Longinus hacks down the remaining bandit on the South flank and the battle shifts up into the swamp actual, plunging rookie ERYFKRAD into the thick of things.
He might be hurt, but he ain't helpless
oscar makes himself useful and finishes off one bandit as another moves to surround ERYFKRAD. Everyone is tiring fast but I can't risk drawing him back as I don't know if the attacks provoked by moving out of control zones requires stamina.
Fighting for his life like a true bro, ERYFKRAD dodges or blocks a number of incoming attacks as our chances of victory turn into a certainty.
The odds of everyone surviving are rather lower. Reinhardt takes a massive blow from the only healthy bandit as we struggle to make our numbers count, fatigue and the difficulties of moving in a swamp really restricting our options.
But that was their last hurrah - first Gondolin taking down the exhausted, heavily injured bandit before Longinus takes the glory.
Wayward Son is not impressed by the amount of kill stealing on show
The loot was shit. A couple of flails, but not really any upgrade on our current equipment. Before we can hail the ale,
Beowulf has some choices to make and some consequences to live by. Take 3 and pick your perk, big man