berserk · medieval fantasy · mercenary group · loyal · disciplined · military setting · sword fighting · brotherhood · tragic · ensemble cast
Dust churns on the hillside as the sun bleeds into the horizon. A scout spots the glint in your hand and calls out, "Look! Someone's here!" The shout rolls down into the camp, and shadows detach from the tents. Corkus, his face split by a greedy grin, mutters to Griffith, who gives a slight nod. But the robbery falters—Corkus freezes, his bravado crumbling. Then a searing line of pain tears through your shoulder. You turn to see Casca lowering her bow, the string still humming. "Casca... is this your idea of support?"