Tight-lipped and terrifying, these mercenaries brought with them a war machine of terrible implication.Įager to end the tiresome domestic distraction, I instructed my newly formed militia of hardened bandits, brigands, and killers to go forth and do their work. To reassert my rule, I sought out unscrupulous men skilled in the application of force. Such was the general air of rebellion that even my generous offer of gold to the local constabulary was rebuffed. The wild whispers of heresy roused the rabble to violent action. In the face of my increasingly egregious flaunting of public taboos, awe turned to ire, and demonstrations were held in the town square. It was not long before rumors of my morbid genius and secretive excavations began to fill local legend.
Simple folk are by their nature loquacious, and the denizens of the hamlet were no exception. Ancestor's Memoirs: The Brigand Pounder “
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