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
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 Battle Brothers v1.5.0.12
They were camped near the snow-dusted village of Weissenstein. The contract was simple: "Drive off the intruders." But as the sun dipped below the horizon, the "intruders" weren't bandits. They were —fallen knights clad in heavy plate, their eyes gleaming with a zeal that suggested they hadn't eaten or slept in years. Chapter II: The Crucible of 1.5.0.12 Against his better judgment, Hrothgar allowed his men
The banner of the Crow fluttered in the wind—torn, bloodstained, but still flying. His eyes turned bloodshot, and his muscles spasmed
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.
With the knights defeated, the Crows didn't find gold. They found a journal—the research of an .
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.