In this era of the world, the balance had shifted. The enemies were smarter, their formations tighter. Hrothgar watched as his veteran sellsword, Bernhardt, took a mace to the ribs. In the old days, that would have been the end. But the company had invested in the new and the expertise of a traveling surgeon. Bernhardt didn't die; he simply gained a "Collapsed Lung" and a permanent grudge against anyone wearing a helmet. Chapter III: The Flesh and the Chrome
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 banner of the Crow fluttered in the wind—torn, bloodstained, but still flying. In this era of the world, the balance had shifted
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 In the old days, that would have been the end
As they sat by the fire, Hrothgar looked at his men. Half of them were held together by bandages and strange potions, and the other half were one bad contract away from a shallow grave. But they were brothers. And in a world that wanted them dead, that was the only coin that mattered.
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.
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