The year is 1419. In England, the Middle Ages are in their dusk; but they are nonetheless still hip.
This is a time of great heroes. And in this day and age, a hero's usual superpower is a bow and arrow. And as for a certain hero duo in Hazzardshire, they both use one quite well. They're like brothers...but they're really just the semi-likely product of English convergent evolution.
This is Jacob Duke. By day, he withholds tax money from the sheriff, and encourages his neighbors to do the same. By night, he robs from the rich and gives to the poor. It's a dangerous and noble occupation...but he ain't failed from it yet.
Meet his partner in heroism and rebellion: Borr Hogg. Aside from being an archer, he seems to have a telepathic link with the wild boar. That link is something that he's destined to pass on to his products. And where that's concerned, he won't have long to wait...whether he wants it that way or not.
Hazzardshire is ruled by greedy lords. They tax more than boars from the local population, and most of the locals are no more expensive than peasants. They work way too hard for their pounds sterling; and many are lucky to have that much to show for. Yes, if not for the Merry Duo, Hazzardshire wouldn't have a peasantry to speak of...and it's just as likely their lords would perish too.
Some daresay that that wouldn't be a horrible thing. But you can't hate too much; the lords in medieval England are just as human as its peasants...whether they can tell or not.
As he works, Jacob Duke likes to ride a very fast horse. He likes to shout while straightening the curves and flattening the hills. The horse is so much of a sorrel, that he's almost orange. At least now, in this day and age, the Duke boy doesn't have a mode of transportation that's too easily recognized, as the General Lee will be in six centuries...
In this day and age, peasants like to dodge their taxes. But that's good; Jacob Duke just loves to charge the tax man with his horse...who, BTW, is named Lee, interestingly enough...
Cornwood Forest is the Merry Duo's refuge. By dusk and dawn, Borr Hogg rests among the Duo's loot. Many hogs seem to rest with him too. They sure are getting friendly with each other...
Jacob often criticizes Borr, for getting hog stench all over the peoples' freed money. Hogg insists that if money were truly valuable, it'd take more than stench to rob it of its worth.
This is Hoardingham Castle. It's the residence of the Merry Duo's arch-nemesis: Deryl, Duke of Dodd. He's imposed more taxes on the peasantry than most of his predecessors. His castle stands high, and his landscaping blooms with a lot of flowers that some of his servants have died fetching for him.
On a balcony, a maiden waits alone, staring at the night sky. Meet Maid Lillian. She's Borr's sweetheart. If she's lonely now, she won't be lonely long...
Speak of the devil: Borr arrives. A grappling hook flies over the rail, startling Lillian. It falls, slides back to the rail, and gets stuck on it. Lillian creeps towards it, and looks down over it.
Borr leaps from out of the void and shouts, scaring her. She screams, and falls over.
Borr leaps over the rail, laughs, and helps her to her feet. They embrace, and she kisses him. She's been waiting for him. And he can sure tell...
Inside, the guards make a racket as they come upstairs. Borr acknowledges this, and fires another grappling hook arrow, with a rope tied to it. He takes the rope in one hand, and Maid Lillian in his other arm. Clinging to both, he swings across the chasm, all the way to their escape.
The guards get to the balcony in time to watch Borr Hogg and Maid Lillian ride off on a fat horse with short legs. They sigh, and watch in dismay...
Later that night, Duke Deryl has them court-martialed. He takes up a sword, and beheads them all. He tells his page to find new guards. The page insists that there are none left; the Duke has executed them all. Duke Deryl sighs, and decapitates him too.
For many decades, the Dukes and Hoggs share similar communion and fellowship. It's as if they can't possibly foresee their great nation's discovery of the New World, or what it'll have to offer all of India-Europe's greedy souls...