The Sun Rose, the grass blew, It was a day like any other, infact it was better in some ways, but the cool summer wind is no reason to stop marching so they kept marching, and worrying as they were the Fyrd of Sweswale, (a Fyrd is, in effect, lots of farmers) however they weren’t…

It was a warm summers evening, Loatas wandered through the cornfield as the sunset He was hunting deer so he was walking as quietly as he could, stalking the poor, doomed beast . He strung his bow, drew an arrow and slowly walked forward to the animal, it was a stag, 17 hand high and…