Band of Blades - The Dark March

About the adventure

The Battle of Ettenmark Fields was a slaughter. I was on the south flank, holding against Blighter’s troops. We were swarmed by Rotters. My arms were numb from protecting the shooting line with my spear, when a thing two stories tall charged us. We lit it up. Green fire streamed from those Black Shot wounds, but it just roared and sped up. I saw the gunnery unit panic, so I leapt at it desperately. I vaguely remember flying past our front line. One of our scouts found me during the retreat. My leg was badly broken. I begged him to help me, or end me and burn my corpse. I can’t become one of those things. He carried me almost two leagues slung over his neck. I spent the trip stifling screams when my leg shifted, to not give away our position. There isn’t much Legion left. We only survived the two days crossing the Tigeria because we had a Chosen with us. The Commander says we are cut off from rejoining the armies of the east, and will instead march across Aldemark and cross through an old northern pass written of in the Annals. So now I bounce atop sacks of potatoes in a cart, somehow still alive when so many of us never made it, wondering why I was spared. —Dame Mikila Savrelli, Orite Legionnaire Join the Legion, try to escape the rising tide of darkness and find camaraderie in a time of war. Play to find out if the Legion survives the undead hunting them and their Chosen—a human imbued with the divine spark of a god—and if they can manage to make a difference in the war.