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Just tell them it's from Bawbeg McAllistair! She gives me 260 denar for the delivery and I gleefully offer to buy a round for everyone who comes into the bar this evening. I like to think it is an expression of surprise, but that could just be the game's dated graphics. Maybe they are related to all those merchants I murdered. Every day the guards come in and kick me around. What happened? The Khan's men should have taken back the city by now. The sound of fighting outside my cell window has disappeared. I took thirty gold for 'travel expenses' from Jarl Easy Mark, declared a passing admiration for one of the three women at the party, and promptly left. And not a single one of them was laughing or drinking or standing on a table declaring themselves the best dancer in the city.ДЄnd to think I brought 11 kegs of booze to these people. Many of the Jarls of the Kingdom where there, and the King himself, King Ragnar. It was the most pitiful collection of pompous garbage people, standing around the fire, staring at the walls in silence. 'Yes, yes,' I say, taking the letter with disinterest. He asks me, since I 'seem like a good fellow', to deliver a letter for him to someone, in some city in a kingdom to the south. One of the Jarls at the feast looks at me. When the animal goes down, the rider knows he is done for. In horseback tournaments, I always aim my lance at my opponent's horse first. I always let the other combatants cut each other up as much as possible before fighting them myself. I only got so far in tournaments (I came 2nd in this one) because I played a waiting game. I'm not a good fighter, I should tell you. Twenty minutes later I returned to the bouncer, covered in blood and bruises, having gone five rounds against axe-swinging madmen in the arena. Filth like you, said the guard, has more chance becoming renowned in the tournament than getting an invitation to this feast. But when I tried to enter I was turned away. I appeared at the feast in Sargoth, land of the Nords, with my 11 barrels of ale. So there I was, a gatecrasher for the dark ages. A story was beginning to form and, oddly, I found that the characters and kingdoms of the world, far from remaining weird puppets, were actually reacting to that story. But the more I played, the more invested I started to become in it. It is a 'janky' game in every sense of the word. I can't say I enjoyed my first few hours with it as much as I'd hoped - the fighting is clunky, the world is a disjointed mix of menus, maps, and battlefields, and everyone who talks to you says the same five sentences (although, to be fair, your own character is usually only capable of asking the same handful of questions). It is part RPG, part strategy and part medieval combat action. Mount & Blade: Warband is a strange game. I was on my way to a feast and I figured the revelers would love whoever brought them eleven barrels of premium lager.

Obviously, I had no intention of completing the job. 'I'm your man!' I said (I was an excellent liar at the time) and duly took the beer into my inventory. 'This cargo of ale needs to be delivered to the tavern in Khudan,' said the Guild Master.

Terrible things.ДЄnd to think it all started with some stolen ale. I have done terrible things to get all that coin. Besides, I would rather rot in this dungeon than give these dogs any of my hidden wealth.

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That sound of clashing steel outside tells me everything - the castle is under siege, and I will be free soon enough, whether my captors want it or not. One of my captors comes in and tells me they will consider my release if I pay them a hefty sum.

Read on, serf!ДЄt dawn I hear the sound of swords from my cell. And with a sequel somewhere on the horizon now is as good a time as any to revisit that world, which is exactly what Brendan has done. But despite its age and flaws it remains surprisingly popular among fans of medieval jousting and RPG politicking. Mount & Blade: Warband is an old game to be writing about.