General Vorbis Flees To The Village Of Womo

With a combined full unit of his elite plate armoured cavalry and surviving light foot Fezians and Ebons (of the Loonglaas tribe) General Vorbis enters a Beersteiner village. 

This village had once been part of Bogavanian territory. Would the inhabitants help his hungry men, or perhaps, even rebel against Beerstein?

Below; Vorbis and his remnant army enter the village of Womo. The people, mainly women and children cower outside or inside their huts. Were these strange dark men demons? No they were strange, yes, but also men. They saw a richly attired man, lighter skinned than the other intruders, on horseback, brandishing a double headed axe.

  The few men in the village brandished farming implements as improvised weapons. Priest Alexander bravely led them.

                     Then, Sveta, the Scold, stepped forward and spoke to Vorbis as another woman knelt , begging for her life. Luckily Vorbis was a man of letters as well as a military man; he had taken the trouble to learn many languages. The woman spoke in a  mix of Bogavanian and Beersteiner. 

     'Our Beersteiner overlords have taken enough from us. Even our men they have taken to fight in their armies. Will you take what little we have left? She was brave and she was impetuous; on other occasions it had earnt her some sessions tied to the scolding chair, dunked in the cold duck pond for nagging her husband. On this occasion her words were heeded.

'I understand you suffer under your cruel overlords. Rebel, join us or at least feed my hungry men', said Vorbis.

Priest Alexander darkly mumbled under his breath about 'infidels' but ordered the villagers to bring supplies.

                         Sveta, the Scold waves a potato and says it is all she has to eat for lunch.

                          Maid Miriam produces a basket of berries to feed the alien warriors.

Ivan, the blacksmith's son led the Fezians to their meagre supplies and soon they came to Vorbis with baskets of vegetables, some crab apples and barrels of beer and oats.

Vorbis, although keen to save his own skin, was also a kind man. He left some rations for the villagers and ordered his men not to burn the village or to ravish the women. However, despite rumours of rebellion, he got no military volunteers from the villagers.

Even as the Fezians wolfed down raw parsnips and swigged beer they heard some shouted commands on the Western end of the road: Another Beersteiner force had arrived.