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With the knights defeated, the Crows didn't find gold. They found a journal—the research of an .

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

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. Battle Brothers v1.5.0.12

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.

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 With the knights defeated, the Crows didn't find gold

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.

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 contract was simple: "Drive off the intruders

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.