Battle Dawn

Sir Draken hated mercenaries. After all, everyone knew they were stupid sons-of-whores who thrived on the chaos of war and fought for anyone who had enough coin to pay them. Normally, he would behead anyone who even suggested he hire mercenaries to help defend his lands. But then, these were hardly ordinary circumstances. His father, Baron Draco's, bitter rival, Lord Lionel, had overrun their army and was taking whatever he pleased. With their forces nearly destroyed and Baron Draco's allies conveniently occupied with the Orcs, Draken has little choice but to get used to fighting alongside Northandic sell-swords..

Ulf Trollbane has little use for Amarian Nobles. Lazy, prejudiced idiots who are obsessed with a code that no one else uses and causes them to lose more battles than it's worth. He would rather not fight for them, but ever since his half-brother exiled him so he could be wed to ULF's treacherous wife-to-be, Ulf was fresh out of options. It hurt his pride as a Nothandic champion to serve the weaklings known as Amarians, but what else was a man to do? Until recently, he'd had relatively decent "clients" who treated him and his men with a measure of respect, but Draken Highwalker is the perfect example of Ulf's definition of an Amarian noblemen. Hopefully Ulf can avoid killing him until the job's done...