chp 2 Gok-nu bandits

Tumo's journey led him to the bustling city of Arveron, a sprawling metropolis known for its towering walls and thriving markets. Here, amidst the noise and chaos, mercenaries and adventurers gathered to exchange stories, find work, and sometimes forge alliances. It was in this city that Tumo would find the next piece of his plan falling into place.

He strode through the crowded streets, his keen eyes scanning the faces around him. His presence commanded respect, and people instinctively made way for him. Word of his exploits had spread, and many recognized the fallen noble who now walked the path of a mercenary.

His destination was a small, dimly lit tavern on the outskirts of the city. The Broken Blade was known as a gathering place for those who lived by the sword. As Tumo entered, the noise of the tavern quieted slightly. All eyes turned to him, some filled with curiosity, others with recognition.

Tumo made his way to the bar and ordered a drink. As he sipped his ale, he noticed a commotion at the entrance. A small girl, no older than ten, pushed her way through the crowd. Her clothes were tattered, and her face was smeared with dirt and tears. She looked around desperately until her eyes settled on Tumo. Summoning her courage, she approached him.

"Are you Tumo?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Tumo set his drink down and nodded. "I am. What do you need, child?"

The girl took a deep breath. "My name is Elara. My village is in danger. The Gok-Nu bandits have taken over. They... they killed my father and are hurting everyone. Please, we need help."

Tumo's eyes softened as he listened to her plea. He knelt down to her level. "How did you get here, Elara?"

"I ran," she said, her eyes wide with fear. "I ran through the forest for days to find someone who could help us. They told me you were the best."

Tumo stood up, his jaw set with determination. "Show me the way."

Elara led Tumo out of the city and into the dense forest that surrounded Arveron. They traveled for hours, the sun setting behind them. As night fell, they reached a small clearing where a group of villagers huddled around a fire. Their faces lit up with hope when they saw Elara return with Tumo.

The village elder, a frail old man named Alden, stepped forward. "Thank you for coming," he said, his voice weak but grateful. "We have no money to offer, but we can give you food and shelter."

Tumo shook his head. "I don't need payment. Tell me about the Gok-Nu bandits."

Alden nodded. "They came down from the mountains a few months ago. They took our livestock, our crops, and killed anyone who resisted. We tried to fight back, but they were too strong."

Tumo's eyes burned with anger. "How many of them are there?"

"At least thirty," Alden replied. "They are led by a man named Rurik. He is ruthless."

Tumo turned to the villagers. "Gather all the able-bodied men and any weapons you have. We'll take back your village."

The villagers looked at each other, fear and hope warring in their eyes. Slowly, they stood up and began to arm themselves with whatever they could find—old swords, pitchforks, and wooden clubs.

Tumo spent the night training them, teaching them basic combat skills and strategies. Though they were inexperienced, their resolve was strong. By dawn, they were as ready as they could be.

As the first light of morning crept over the horizon, Tumo led the villagers through the forest to their village. They moved silently, their nerves taut with anticipation. When they reached the outskirts, Tumo signaled for them to stop.

"Remember," he whispered, "stick to the plan. We'll attack from all sides and take them by surprise."

The villagers nodded, their faces set with determination. Tumo gave the signal, and they surged forward.

The battle was fierce. The bandits, caught off guard, scrambled to defend themselves. Tumo fought with unmatched skill, his scimitar slicing through the air with deadly precision. He moved like a whirlwind, his fury driving him forward.

The villagers fought bravely, inspired by Tumo's courage. Though they were outnumbered, their determination and the element of surprise gave them an edge. Slowly but surely, they began to gain the upper hand.

As Tumo cut down the last of the bandits, he looked around to see the villagers standing victorious. The Gok-Nu group had been defeated. The village was free.

The villagers cheered, their relief and joy palpable. Elara ran to Tumo and hugged him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered, tears of gratitude in her eyes.

Tumo patted her head gently. "You're welcome, Elara. You're very brave."

Alden approached Tumo, his eyes filled with respect. "You saved us. We can never repay you."

Tumo shook his head. "No need. Just live in peace."

As he left the village, Tumo felt a sense of satisfaction. This was but a small victory on his path to reclaim his honor and exact his revenge, but it was a reminder of why he fought. For justice, for the innocent, and for a world where betrayal and cruelty would not go unpunished.

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