Mount And Blade Warband Border Incident

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Stolen territory is territory owned by one faction, but another claims as their own. It causes the kings to snarl and bicker over ownership, this is mostly hidden from the player and isn't a huge factor to the gameplay. However, recovering lost territory is the most common reason a kingdom.

Stolen territory is territory owned by one faction, but another claims as their own.

It causes the kings to snarl and bicker over ownership, this is mostly hidden from the player and isn't a huge factor to the gameplay. However, recovering lost territory is the most common reason a kingdom starts a war with another kingdom.

For example, Curaw is owned by the Kingdom of Vaegirs but claimed by the Khergit Khanate.

Fortifications are claimed by factions as rightfully theirs if one of these factors apply:

• they were the prior owners
• belonged to them at game start

Each factor increases the likelihood of war and the likelihood of the fortification being targeted by a military campaign.

Sometimes there are border incidents in claimed villages, where local notables say they have been mistreated by their overlords and petition the original or last owners for protection. The petitioned faction considers this a provocation and can declare war because of it.

Conflict List in WarbandEdit

In Warband, there are prior owner claims at game start:

NOTE: a comment in the source suggests Tilbaut Castle was supposed to be held by the Kingdom of Vaegirs and claimed by the Kingdom of Swadia.

The Warband of Wolves

The Inquisition

A fanfic based off the game:

Mount and Blade: Warband;

and my own fanfic.

By Indogma

Prologue

I never wanted to come here in the first place. I never asked to be taken away from my home, from the place I knew better only to be thrust into a world I knew little about and was not welcomed to. I was happy where I was, living my life without any of this, without any drama of this magnitude.

Now I'm here, in a dark room, waiting.

My eyes feel heavy, and I realized I have not slept in… how long? A day? Two days? This damn room blocked off all sources of light, making it impossible to even take a guess as to how ling I have sat here. Then again, I was never good at tell time in this damn land.

A pair of footsteps I can hear outside my door, quiet at first, bit growing in intensity and becoming more brisk. Was it time?

No, I realize as soon as the footsteps fade away into the hallway, away from the doorway that was the only way out of this hell.

Who knows if I will even be remembered in this damn world? Sure I did some good here and there, bit in a few years they will forget all about me. Did I touch anyone? Did I influence a single person, let alone inspire them? Probably not, otherwise they would have been here with me, suffering like I am now.

I feel and itch on my nose, and try to bring on hand up to scratch it, only to bring my other hand along for the ride. I instantly remember, and feel the tight coarse hemp rope that binds my hands together. How could I forget this? When they captured me, they tight this rope so tight I could not feel my hands at all.

Another sound of heavy footsteps outside my door, but this time they stop, and someone is fiddling with the lock, trying to open the door. It must be time.

The door opened, and the sudden reveal of light is so intense I had to try to block the light form my eye just to see.

The dungeon cell I am held in was lit for the first time in several days it seems, and yet it was as dull and featureless as before. No matter, it was a terrible place anyway. Why should I care about how it looked like?

'Cover his face.' A man's voice ordered. And within seconds a cloth bag is put over my face and eyes, having my sight return to the comfortable darkness. Change windows 10 startup sound. But while my eyes where relieved from pain, my heart started rushing in my chest.

'Get him up,' the same voice barked, and a pair of arms clasped my arms and forced me to my feet. I don't even have the energy to resist anymore, let alone stand. Once on my feet, I nearly fall from the sudden strain that is placed on my feet, but the hands grabbing my arms hold me up, thankfully. Thankfully? Why am I thankful to these bastards?

'He can 'arely stand,' one of the men observed.

'If he falls, drag him then. Came the first voice again. 'Either way he's goin' to the block.'

Great, looks like I am going even if I can't stand. I don't know why I was expecting anything else, but there was hope, right? I guess it doesn't matter now.

Trying again, before they dragged me, I try to get on my feet again, and find some strength to remain their. 'Looks like he wants to go game, eh?' The first voice mocked. 'Fine by me.'

Now I am walking along with these three men, none of them care about me at all as they lead me to my death. Yet, here I am walking with them. A clever man might be able to think of some clever quip about complying to be led to his death, but not me.

Suddenly the floor seems to disappear for a moment, and I stumble forward, yet still being held by the two men. Stairs, I realize, as the two men lower themselves to the first one without incident. If they were careless, gravity would have done their job for them.

Down we go, my eyes still covered by the sack covering my head, and unable to slow down thanks to the two men at my side pulling me forward. After one or two trips on the stone stairs, the floor levels off, and I able to walk in secure footing again.

I can the sound of two large double doors opening, and a mass of people cheering. We're here already? It's not like I was expecting a long trek, but this was far too quick for what I was expecting. But I can't exactly complain.

As we move forward, I can feel the touch of the sun for the first time in days. It is nice, warming, energizing… I never noticed how much I enjoyed the sun, or how much I will miss it.

'Keep moving,' the man ordered, and I am jerked forward out even more into the sun. Had I stopped? I hardly noticed.

Another flight of stair, but these are different, they creak, and moan under me. They must be wood. I am here.

'Put the prisoner on his knees,' came the order, and before I can comply, I am shoved down landing hard on the wood planks before me. Probing me up, someone removed the bag over my eyes, and I wince as I am blinded again by the sun's direct light this time.

When my sight clears, I see were I am, in the centre of a courtyard, surrounded by a crowds of people, all looking at me with contempt in their eyes.

'ROLAND OF THE WOLVES!' Came a stern voice. I turn my head to see a man in a white surcoat with an bald eye as it's emblem reading from an unravelled scroll to the crowd for their sake. 'YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND GUILTY OF SPREADING, SHARING AND THE USAGE OF WITCHCRAFT! IT IS THE DUTY OF THE INQUISITION, LEAD BY HIS MOST VIRTUOUS LEADER OF THE INQUISITION, MILO FERGEN—'

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I turn my head to the left and see a canopied balcony, and see him standing there, a firm look painted on his face. He must be happy, with all of this.

'—TO PUT YOU TO DEATH TO ENSURE NO OTHER PERSONS CAN BE CORRUPTED BY YOUR WAYS.' Rolling up his scroll, their came a cheer from the crowd. They were excited for this, they where here to see someone lose his head, not matter who it was.

Damn them all.

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'Executioner,' the man in the surcoat said in a softer voice, 'You may proceed.'

I sneak a glance at the man who was being paid to end my life. A giant of a man, whose face is covered in a dark mask, with two evil eyes looking out from two holes in it. He must enjoy this work, because has two think burly arms tempered by years of practice for holding his sword. Wait a sword?

I've heard of these, instead of an axe, some executioners were specially trained men that could cut a man's head off with one sweep of the blade. A rare person to get a hold of, and I smile at the fact that I deserved such a special method for ending my life.

For a moment, I look up to the sky, to see the lovely blue in the sky today. It's a nice day for anything… even an execution.

I feel the executioner sword's shadow cross my face, and I look up to meet his eyes one more time. They were locked on my head, focused on his work, and not letting anything disturb him. Did he think I was a witch? Or did he believe like the rest of the people here?

It doesn't matter; I decide, turning my head back to face the crowd. No one I know is out there I hope. For their sakes.

A moment's pause, and the world stands still. Everything thing I have done in the few years I have been here, every person I met or killed flash before my eyes. I can't help but smile, they were some good times.

I can hear the executioner grunt, and fell the shadow move from my face. It's almost over.

Goodbye, Calradia. Everyone.