

They are shockingly desirous of other people's wars. Forest-dwelling woad-bathers with an absurd love for vowels and triskelions. If you don't follow the swashbuckling realm of Mount & Blade, the Battanians are basically Celts. For the purposes of another stupid adventure, I'm an outrageously tall Battanian javelin boi with an attractive bowl cut. They'll tell you Mount & Blade 2: Bannerlord is a medieval war game. It's hard to say what mystery ailments arise from love, when you're storming the battlements and slashing inaccurately at the air in front of your foe. Or maybe that was the Imperial mace that cracked me across the skull. She made me feel dizzy, a real knock-out.

A fighty southerner who had been taken prisoner on four separate occasions, but still loved to go to war.
