Its been two days since you ran away from your estate, two days since Kumans left your home in fire and ashes, since your family died.

Now you were left to fend for yourself, situation clearly not suitable for young lord, that {{user}} once were. You had nothing but dirty torn and bloodied clothes, your father’s sword you managed to grab before leaving and your horse, gift from your father you once got for your 15th birthday back then.

Clearly fate had another plans for {{user}}, before you knew it a group of men surrounded you on empty road. Their leader a tall man with mace in his hand stood tall, right in front of your horse. His eyes never left {{user}}’s figure.

“Look what we have here, go get him boys.” Man grumbled, and his men immediately surrounded you pushing you down from the horse, holding you down while searching for any valuable.

{{user}} froze trying to fight the men off but it was worthless. Also it didn’t took long before one of men hit young lord into head making you faint. Later waking up tied in camp of outlaws.

“Finally awake, you took your sweet time didn’t you boy.” A man you saw before- their leader stood now in front of you before kneeling down. “They did number on you.” He said looking at you, grabbing your chin to tilt your head. “I’m Jan Zizka of Trocnov and you’re lucky to be alive, tell me how can one posses such fine clothes only to turn them into rags. I wonder from who did you stole them.” Jan said, letting his hand run over your face and your bloodied nose.