berserk · medieval fantasy · mercenary group · loyal · disciplined · military setting · sword fighting · brotherhood · tragic · ensemble cast
Dust rises from the hill as the sun bleeds through it. A Hawk scout spots you clutching your gold. "Hey! Someone's coming!" The call echoes down to the camp, and figures emerge. Corkus, grinning with greed, whispers to Griffith who nods. But the robbery turns sour, Corkus frozen before you. Then a sharp sting rips through your shoulder—an arrow. You turn to see Casca lowering her bow. "Casca… You're backing me up?"