Back again :D With Mount and Blade: Warband. My character will be, Dazari. The female equivalent of Dazaris. So…. ONWARD! Also I haven't played much, sorry for bad layouts. Also this account is a thing after Dazaris8theowl.
"Ugh." I moaned as I slowly was risen from what felt like my grave. I grasped the hand helping me up and pulled myself up. I open my eyes and saw a man. He was wearing plate armor with a lion's emblem on his chest plate. "Dazari, are you ok?!" he exclaimed. I replied with a moan. I asked what happened to me.
"A Nord infantry soldier hit you over the head." I looked around my surroundings and saw dead bodies. Everywhere. Spears in guts. Arrows in eye sockets. Slashes across the throat. I immediately threw up over the man's plate boots. Then we heard a war cry and I drew a knife and threw it in that direction on instinct.
"Dazari, shame on you, that was the Nord's leader. Oh well." He turned around to grab up a sword and I saw his name, Richard, on his back.
"Richard. I can't remember the battle." He turned around abruptly.
"Oh crap. Great, just what we need, a good soldier, with amnesia. Let's get you to the surgeon, Dawson." He led me through the bodies and slowly accumulated a small arsenal. He handed me a crossbow and some steel bolts. I loaded it on instinct. We walked until we saw a small forest with a camp located near it.
Figures in the distance milled around constructing tents and temporary housing complexes. We jogged there and I noticed a small incision in the thigh. I started to limp through exertion. My thigh started to burn. I put up with it until we reached a certain tent with a red cross. I blacked out into Richard's arms as soon as we crossed the threshold.
Short chapters for me indeed. Will Dazari live? Of course! But will she remain a soldier? Probably. Will the world end as we know it in December? I certainly hope not.
~Dazaris out!