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 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. Battle Brothers v1.5.0.12
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. Captain Hrothgar didn’t care about the "Gilded City"
Against his better judgment, Hrothgar allowed his men to experiment. They hunted a Direwolf, harvested its heart, and fed a distilled serum to Pippin. The farmhand didn't become a god; he became a frenzy. His eyes turned bloodshot, and his muscles spasmed with unnatural strength. He was no longer a boy from the fields; he was a weapon of the company. Chapter IV: The Long Road Home It is a world of mud, rusted mail,
This is the story of the , a mercenary company that found itself at the edge of the world during the shifting tides of version 1.5.0.12. Chapter I: The Last Crown