Battle — Brothers V1.5.0.12

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.

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 Battle Brothers v1.5.0.12

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. The battle was a meat grinder

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. In this era of the world, the balance had shifted

The world of Battle Brothers isn’t one of chosen heroes or ancient prophecies. It is a world of mud, rusted mail, and the relentless hunger of things that crawl in the dark.

As they sat by the fire, Hrothgar looked at his men. Half of them were held together by bandages and strange potions, and the other half were one bad contract away from a shallow grave. But they were brothers. And in a world that wanted them dead, that was the only coin that mattered.