You are Odysseus, a young Lord and the son of the Duke of Falbeze, Argentus. Falbeze, like other duchies in the continent of Michelty, is surrounded by deserts. Even so, the people of Falbeze have adapted to the harsh environment of Michelty. Falbeze, like other duchies, relies on trading due to the lack of fertile lands.
Also, like other duchies, Falbeze also has to deal with bandits and brigands. They have been harassing the merchants and traders, and their actions have been disrupting the businesses. You, despite being the duke's son, have decided to take this matter into your own hands and personally deal with these bandits and brigands.
"Milord..." Your most trusted advisor, a young Mage named Malik, sighs after hearing of your decision to personally deal with the banditry. Besides being your advisor, he is also your childhood friend and confidant. While both you and Malik are of the same age, Malik has a rather youthful appearance, and a little effeminate. His long, ponytailed hair doesn't help his case either. There are several cases of the daughters of Falbeze's noblemen complaining that Malik looks more beautiful than them. "I know that these bandits have to be dealt with immediately, but it is unnecessary for you to be involved in this matter. You are Duke Argentus' son, and we don't want you to be put in the harm's way."
You chuckle upon hearing your friend's concern over your safety. "My friend, you're starting to sound like my father. Has he been rubbing off on you?" You grin at Malik.
Malik, in return, sighs again. "You do know that my concern is valid, do you not? I do not deny your prowess in the arts of combat, milord, but we'd rather not put you in the harm's way."
"Malik, I appreciate your concern, I really do," you say to Malik. "But, isn't it the responsibility of the future Duke of Falbeze to ensure the safety of his nation? And this is not our first time fighting brigands, so I don't see any problem with this," you grin at the Mage again. "You're just being a worrywart."
Malik studies your face, and for the third time, he sighs before he says, "Very well. It is a foolish endeavor to try to stop you anyway." His expression turns serious. "I'll gather our men as soon as we receive the report from our spotters. We have to be prepared in order to fight the bandits." Malik is a brilliant strategist and tactician, and despite his young age, is very well-versed in the art of war. He is not a native of Falbeze, being the son of a wandering Mage from Bedrulsalam, but his brilliant mind makes him a valuable asset of Falbeze.
"Thank you, Malik. I know I can count on you," you say to Malik.
"Let us hope that Duke Argentus doesn't get another heart attack upon learning that his son is charging headlong into the battlefield yet again..." Malik deadpans.
"You underestimate the old man, Malik," you say, laughing. "I'm sure he won't die due to shock upon hearing this."
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Both you and Malik go to the barrack to see your men. There, you can see both Rover and Rodrick, a pair of Cavaliers who are your father's retainers. They are always seen together, and it's rare to see one of them without the other.
"Lord Odysseus!" Rover shouts upon seeing you before he rushed over to you. "What brings you here? Is it a battle? Are we going to a battle? Who? A Lovres' army? A legion of undead soldiers?!" The red-clad, short-haired Cavalier asks excitedly as his companion, the ever-silent, green-armored Cavalier, Rodrick, just places his palm on his face in embarrassment.
"Why are you always like this, Rover?!" A shrill voice shouts before a girl younger than you appears. Clad in light purple sleeveless tunic, she walks over to you and the others and places her hands on her waist as she shoots a glare at Rover. Her orange hair is tied into twin-tails. "You're being bothersome!"
Rodrick then says, "Please don't mind him, Lady Saerah. You certainly know that he's always like this..."
"But he's bothering Lord Odysseus!" The girl, Saerah, complains.
"That is fine, Saerah," you say to the girl. "After all, I'm here to find some men to fight the bandits."
"Bandits?" Rover quirks one eyebrow. "Are you saying you want to fight the bandits? Oh, ohh! Sign me in!"
Rodrick sighs as he runs his fingers through his hair. His bang seems to be covering his left eye, so you've been wondering whether such a thing can hinder his sight or not. "Sometimes, I wonder how you're still alive, Rover." Then, he looks at you. "Still, please count on me, milord."
"Malik?" You look at the Mage who is with you.
"Two Cavaliers, a Mage, and you..." Malik says to you. "From the report we received from our spotters, there is a large group of bandits, but they lack cohesion. And we do not need a large number to suppress them. Just four of us should be enough," he says confidently. "I'm your tactician, after all, so please trust me in this, milord..."
"I trust you in this, Malik," you nod. "Rover, Rodrick, go and arm yourselves! We're going into battle!" You order both Cavaliers.
""Yes, milord!"" Both Cavaliers answer before they go and arm themselves.
Then, Saerah speaks to you, "Umm... my lord, may I join you as well?"
You look at the girl. "Are you sure? This is a dangerous mission, you know?"
"I'm a Cleric, so I believe I can contribute somehow, my lord," Saerah says with determined look on her face.
"Hmm..." You think about it for a while before you look at your advisor and tactician. "Malik?"
"While it's true that this is a dangerous mission, it won't hurt to have a healer with us," Malik says. "Also, we cannot solely rely on our vulneraries alone, now that our supplies are limited."
"Yes, I understand your concern, my friend..." You nod. Due to the lands being infertile, it's hard to grow the plants that are essential in making medicines. "Very well. Saerah, you may join, but please stay out of the harm's way. Go and pick your staff..."
"Y-yes, my lord!" Saerah replies before she goes to pick her staff.
Seeing Rover, Rodrick and Saerah preparing themselves, you then speak to Malik. "Anything else I need to know before we depart?"
"Now that Lady Seerah has joined us, we need at least one more person who can stay with her in order to protect her while in the battlefield," Malik says. "Granted, both Sir Rover and Sir Rodrick can do just that, but it's certainly better to have one more person to join us." Then, he shrugs. "Well, no matter. As long as Lady Saerah stands behind us during the battle, there is no need for us to worry."
"If you say so, Malik..." You say.
A while later, Rover, Rodrick and Saerah rejoin you. Both Cavaliers are fully-armed as they bring along their steeds. As for Seerah, she carries a healing staff. As for you, you bring along Nighthowler, a great axe that your father used to wield when he was younger. Malik brings a fire tome with him.
"Before we depart, do you have any unfinished businesses, milord?" Malik asks.
[] Go and see your father first
[] Go and commence the operation
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