In the midst of a brutal war, three brigands turned sell swords leave a village smouldering behind them and cross a countryside being laid waste. A detour through a nearby forest offers the fastest way back to their army and the prospect of greater plunder. They're on the winning side and have little to fear from those they have wronged. That every tree has a face carved on it means little to these men, but nothing here is as it seems.
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'It was not the first village to be burned, and it would not be the last. It was the way of things; folk expected it. They rode in as the sun was rising, cresting the span of rolling hills so the light was at their backs. One man named Ranald, older and with three grown daughters, tried to make a stand. A pitchfork isn’t much use against mail and plate; he managed a swing at one of the horses before its rider shoved a sword through his guts. From that point, it went more or less as one would expect.'
They're on the winning side and have little to fear from those they have wronged. That every tree has a face carved on it means little to these men, but nothing here is as it seems.
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'It was not the first village to be burned, and it would not be the last. It was the way of things; folk expected it.
They rode in as the sun was rising, cresting the span of rolling hills so the light was at their backs. One man named Ranald, older and with three grown daughters, tried to make a stand. A pitchfork isn’t much use against mail and plate; he managed a swing at one of the horses before its rider shoved a sword through his guts.
From that point, it went more or less as one would expect.'
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