Well, this will be interesting….
The roads go ever on, as the fields and meadows slowly begin to give way to the untamed hills and dales that scatter the landscape as you go in search of the Mizarian's treasure.
To begin with, you cross an old bridge over the river as you formally cross into enemy-held territory. You told the men to be on extra guard from now on, as the Mizarians could be hiding behind every bush and rock. For the first few days, you came across no one of note. Only the few people brave or mad enough to continue farming or shepherding here are the ones you came across.
But you do find something, something that made you worry quite a bit. <span class="mu-i"> ''My lord, one of the scouting parties found the remains of a campfire a few leagues over.'' </span>
<span class="mu-i"> ''Interesting, is there anything to suggest that they might be aware of our movements?'' </span> You asked of the man.
<span class="mu-i"> ''Not that we know of, but cloud always be a possibility. The terrain is becoming steeper as we move, and we will have to pass through a pass between two rock formations. I would recommend caution.'' </span>
And that you did, you know that rough and unequal terrain would make for a likely point of ambush if it ever came to it. According to father, his great-uncle, and your namesake, had to deal with ambushes from the then pagan natives of Greifswald. But those were in heavily forested areas, where one could slink away if a thing went awry. But you supposed that you would have to take the risk. After all, if they know you are coming, and you know they know you are coming, you should take the best advantage of it.
It was past midday, on a relatively cool day for the time of the year, with a clam northern breeze keeping the sun from boiling you in your armour. You came across what you supposed to be the pass that you had to cross. As a precaution, you had a heavily armoured group of volunteer ride ahead, to see if they lay in ambush. For a moment it appeared that no-one was there, but then…
<span class="mu-i"> ''They're here, they're here!'' </span> cried one of the men before the shrieking of arrows clamoured through the air.
<span class="mu-s"> -You have been ambushed, DC shall receive -15 malus for the first few turns of the battle-
What shall you do?
>Fall back, regroup and reorganise.
>Advance up the hill to eliminate the archers.
>Write-in</span>
