Captain Hrothgar didn’t care about the "Gilded City" or the rumors of the "Anatomist’s" strange concoctions. He cared about the fact that his front line was composed of a beggar, a flagellant, and a farmhand named Pippin who couldn't hold a spear straight.
They were camped near the snow-dusted village of Weissenstein. The contract was simple: "Drive off the intruders." But as the sun dipped below the horizon, the "intruders" weren't bandits. They were —fallen knights clad in heavy plate, their eyes gleaming with a zeal that suggested they hadn't eaten or slept in years. Chapter II: The Crucible of 1.5.0.12
Against his better judgment, Hrothgar allowed his men to experiment. They hunted a Direwolf, harvested its heart, and fed a distilled serum to Pippin. The farmhand didn't become a god; he became a frenzy. His eyes turned bloodshot, and his muscles spasmed with unnatural strength. He was no longer a boy from the fields; he was a weapon of the company. Chapter IV: The Long Road Home Battle Brothers v1.5.0.12
The Iron Crows marched south, away from the frozen wastes. They had survived the latest "tuning" of the world. They were wealthier, scarred, and increasingly less human.
The battle was a meat grinder. The Crows utilized every trick in the mercenary handbook. Pippin, miraculously still alive, held the flank with a notched shield while the company's "Brother with the Eagle Eyes" rained bolts from the rear. Captain Hrothgar didn’t care about the "Gilded City"
In this era of the world, the balance had shifted. The enemies were smarter, their formations tighter. Hrothgar watched as his veteran sellsword, Bernhardt, took a mace to the ribs. In the old days, that would have been the end. But the company had invested in the new and the expertise of a traveling surgeon. Bernhardt didn't die; he simply gained a "Collapsed Lung" and a permanent grudge against anyone wearing a helmet. Chapter III: The Flesh and the Chrome
This is the story of the , a mercenary company that found itself at the edge of the world during the shifting tides of version 1.5.0.12. Chapter I: The Last Crown The contract was simple: "Drive off the intruders
The banner of the Crow fluttered in the wind—torn, bloodstained, but still flying.