Last year, the outpost of Barenlager was founded. And, in time, became home to a humble community and fertile fields. In the untamed wild, this could not last for long before it was beset by brigands seeking to take the fruits of our labor.
Here are illuminations of the fierce fighting that ensued in the barn and woods surrounding the outpost.
My fondest memory: happening upon the barn, barely ahead of pursuing forces, and taking up positions. Sir Waldryk, commander of our band, called for men to grab wooden pallets strewn about and barricaded the breach. When the enemy fell on us, we repelled them,risking a sortie into the woods to drive them off.
When the grain grows tall this year, the unlucky invaders will have to brave the Jaws of the Bear. May God have mercy upon them, for we shall not.
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