Knightmare27
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Merron stood outside the gate of the dilapidated castle and let the cold air of beginning winter touch his face as he took a deep breath and smiled. It had been a good raiding season, the crossroads had been packed with merchants, and many had parted with a little bit of "toll" that he and his men had collected. Now that winter was coming, it was time to seal themselves in the half-ruined fortress they used as a base and enjoy the fruits of their...labor. Well, other peoples' labor, but they had stolen them under great danger and with a lot of effort, so it was pretty much the same to him.
That was, if no adventurers came along. Pesky bunch. Some of the smarter merchants had hired them as bodyguards during the summer, and he had kept far away from any who were thus protected. No need to risk your lives fighting professionals when there were so many amateurs around. Poorer amateurs, yes, but no wagon-load of fine wine or whatever else they were carrying could make up for loosing half his band.
In winter, some of them thought it heroic to sneak into hideouts like this and deprive him of his hard-earned loot. They were like rats to a farmer's grain supply, but smarter. Sometimes, at least. They would patrol the area, of course, and had set up all kinds of traps, but it would still be hard work. The only upside of the situation was capturing them alive. They tended to be young and attractive and a good way to pass the long winter months.
He wouldn't mind having one for himself this winter. He was not foolish enough to actually wish for an incursion, but he was getting a bit lonely. Of course, being the leader and a tall, ruggedly handsome mountain of muscle with long blond hair meant that the few women in his little bandit realm were all in love with him. But most of them were not all that attractive, and he yearned for a little bit of variety.
"All right, people. Bar the gates and arm the traps. Winter is coming.", he called out as he stepped back into the castle and prepared to settle in.
That was, if no adventurers came along. Pesky bunch. Some of the smarter merchants had hired them as bodyguards during the summer, and he had kept far away from any who were thus protected. No need to risk your lives fighting professionals when there were so many amateurs around. Poorer amateurs, yes, but no wagon-load of fine wine or whatever else they were carrying could make up for loosing half his band.
In winter, some of them thought it heroic to sneak into hideouts like this and deprive him of his hard-earned loot. They were like rats to a farmer's grain supply, but smarter. Sometimes, at least. They would patrol the area, of course, and had set up all kinds of traps, but it would still be hard work. The only upside of the situation was capturing them alive. They tended to be young and attractive and a good way to pass the long winter months.
He wouldn't mind having one for himself this winter. He was not foolish enough to actually wish for an incursion, but he was getting a bit lonely. Of course, being the leader and a tall, ruggedly handsome mountain of muscle with long blond hair meant that the few women in his little bandit realm were all in love with him. But most of them were not all that attractive, and he yearned for a little bit of variety.
"All right, people. Bar the gates and arm the traps. Winter is coming.", he called out as he stepped back into the castle and prepared to settle in.