The fog hung heavily over the trees and hills. The air was crisp and damp. You could hear the clink of metal as the warriors were getting ready for war. For this was the setting for the Westermark War.

Baron Corwyn da Costa was helping out as a Marshal during the battles. During one campaign, he was standing on a hay bale, tall, strong, and magnificent in his regal clothes, his crown, his marshal's staff, and a big smile on his face. For he was enjoying the sight of his armies victory.

An enemy was between the Baron and a lone archer. She had a clear and deadly shot of her opponent. She took careful aim with her cross bow, and let her arrow fly to hit its mark. To her dismay, the enemy was quicker a foot than she had expected.

Suddenly, you could hear a cry of pain float across the field. Surely, we knew an enemy had fallen to an archer's arrow. But, this was not to be the case. For the enemy had seen her and knew what was coming; at the last instant, he dodged the oncoming arrow.

Alas, the arrow did find and hit a waiting target. It caught the unsuspecting Baron where he thought he was safe. The siege was immediately halted, and a few warriors, who were close at hand, escorted him off the field to his tent. Baron Costa rested, took a few deep breaths, but did eventually return to Marshaling on the field.