On the ashes of the Empire
Prize fighter with a plan
Me? I was born in the hills. They call it Mitrino , I call it “that damned shithole”.
See, here’s how it works, right? It used to be, back in the days of the Empire, a pleasure resort, right? The nobles had their resort set in the hills, with a lovely view of the mountains. Not a care in the world. They organized competitions and tournaments to while away the days. Built libraries and shit like that. Y’know, noble crap.
So get this, right? The Empire goes poof, and all the nobles on holiday look around and say “Hey! This place is really defensible, we brought our own private godsdamned armies and have a pile of money. Why don’t we turn this place into a kingdom? OH! And seeing as we have all the weapons, why not make everyone our slaves?! Y’know, for their own good? I mean they’re peasants and shit like that, right? What do they know?”
So they did, and so it went for a few years, and then they got bored. Another brilliant idea gets to them to turn their slaves into fighters to entertain ‘em! Oh, but now there’s a whole population of armed and well trained people around, so to balance THAT out and stay in power, they start sending them off as mercenaries with the promise that they can buy their freedom with the plunder.
THEN they notice that their mercenary companies are so damn good, that they start offering their neighbours guarantees that the sellswords won’t be used against them. Brilliant system really. It also keeps all of us in the damn slave position cause we don’t get to loot anything.
So what next? OH RIGHT! “Offer the bloody murderers a place in our households if they win a tournament. A chance to get adopted and become nobles themselves.”
And that’s where I am at now. That’s what I want to do. Get to be a godsdamned noble. And once I get there?
I will burn down their entire damn city around them.