duncadda

As food and supplies are running low, some of the people of Bancross goes out for a hunt in the wintery Rohan forests, and will bring home moose and boar to feed the town. As always, they are all thankful and humbled after a grand hunt, knowing that taking the lives of a few beasts may feed many hungry mouths in the weeks and months to come.

A grand feast will be held upon their return, and the antlers will be set upon the wall as a trophy and rememberance of a successful hunt.

Duncadda and a couple of riders from the Bancross garrison, preparing the winter hunting camp.

Screenshot taken and modified by me, from a kinship event.

Duncadda out scouting the plains around Bancross, hoping to shed some light on the strangers observed around the village.

One night at the Bancross market, the loo line had suddenly grown to epic proportions... even the dog needed to go!

Perhaps they all had too much mead to drink that night, or something rotten had been served. Noone will ever know, except the poor bastard on latrine duty.

Woe!

Screenshot with a touch of editing and cropping by Waelden.

The villagers of Bancross are gathering at the marketplace, to address the different problems they are facing. From strangers roaming their lands to the shortage of food.