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Ashford, 1450
Harold, Duke of Ashford

Dear Michael
I am honored to mentor your son, Prince Henry. For this, you are in my debt.
As you may know, the eastern border of our humble kingdom is being harassed by a warlord named Wilhelm, it's affecting trade and the safety of the border.
My direct liege lord doesn't seem all too concerned.

These attacks are however an insult against the Kingdom and the Crown itself. and thus it falls on you, my king, but mostly my friend, to protect the realm and defend our religion. Therefore I ask you to send an army with your son so we can secure the border, and expand our kingdom.




Pennsville, 1450
Henry, Prince of Helvianir

Dear love,
I already miss your smile.
I still don't understand why father sent me away to this godforsaken place, did he find out about us? Did I not satisfy his military guidance? His etiquette classes? Whatever the case may be, our growing distance pains me, maybe he did find out? Who else knows about us?

Father sent an army and a general with me, perhaps this is a test? I don't know. I am close to Ashford now. I heard these people get harassed by barbarians, maybe this is why I was sent? Perhaps father wants me to expand our kingdom into glory, maybe God paved this destiny of our kingdom?

I really miss you, please be careful.

Your Prince, Henry.
Ashford, March 1450

The street to the stronghold was littered with commonfolk cheering and booing at the Prince and his following. Guardsmen rushed to those who booed and escorted them away. The town looked relatively simple, but it was easy to spot the few houses that belonged to the few people with fairly lined pockets.

At the gatehouse of the first bailey stood Harold, a tiny man whose shape resembles that of a raindrop. 'Ah, Henry. I’ve been expecting you. Welcome to Ashford.' He said in a jovial tone. Henry knew better, there was uncertainty in the funny man's voice, perhaps enough to mislead the peasantry

'Harold? So you and father are friends?' I said 'I’m sorry if I sound uninterested, it’s been a long journey as you can imagine.' I finished 'No worries, the maids have prepared some chow before I show you your private quarters.' Harold said. I unsaddled my horse and followed Harold to the great hall where a feast was waiting. 'In honor of the good prince', Harold commented. The table was occupied by presumably the wife and children of the duke, as well as several other people, most likely the owners of the better off houses. One of them looks like a mountain, he was muscled and big, a knight? blacksmith? Perhaps both?

'Henry, this is my wife, Duchess Valeria, and these are my children, William and Adel' Harold said while smiling. 'Hello, it’s nice to meet you.' I took my seat, and the feast began.

. . .

In the middle of the night, the sound of clamor was heard, a scream. Guards stormed the room, Harold accompanied them. I stood up and all I was dressed in were garments suitable for the night. 'Dress up Henry and meet us on the southern inner wall.'

. . .

The town of Ashford was being raided by beasts from far away lands. The screams from the town were easily heard. Several houses are already ablaze. 'Don’t worry, the towns guard and our own guards are taking back control.' Harold calmly said. 'This is the second time he said' as he slammed his fist at the stone of the wall. 'They come from the east and speak a tongue that I can’t decipher. That’s why you came with a detachment.' he finished. All I could do was listen and nod, and observe as the chaos unfolded while the stench of death begun to smother the town.
Ashford, March 1450

A guard rushed to Harold, he was out of breath
'Lord, Lord, They... She is gone... Your wife, they have kidnapped her. They have fled to the east. I have sent a number of men in that direction, but most of them are working to protect the village and this castle..... This is a massacre....'
The anger in Harold's face grew greater and greater 'THEN SEND MORE MEN!' he lambasted at the guard.

Harold was busy belittling his guards, I seized this moment and sneaked out of the castle. I took my horse and galloped to the military fort where my men were present.
The general was surprised when I took control of the troops. We took everything we could and moved ourselves to the unknown east. There I, Henry, would protect our kingdom by attacking the barbarians in their own homes, whether Harold wanted this yes or no, didn't matter to me.

Along the way we took people who could come in handy, some of them had also lost people to the evil barbarians, so they had enough motivation.

We crossed the border and followed the path. We could see that there had been a horde of horses walking this path.