The Bandit's Folly
With the majority of Camelot still being ravaged by bandits and financial strife, Vaterra had remained relatively safe during this time. Well, that is, until three moons ago.
A cloud of smoke erupted from the other-side of Grubor's, a lone rider came running from it, his mare drenched in sweat and near exhaustion -- he rode away from the clashing of sword and whistle of loose arrows.
The Calderon men-at-arms that did not travel with the Dominus to Camelot were putting up one heck of a fight. Outnumbered by atleast thirty, the men-at-arms formed a shield wall and allowed citizens to flee behind it, though many citizens were being targeted directly by the numerous rogues that poured into the square.
Once most of the citizens had made it behind the shield wall or into the Calderon Manor, the men-at-arms began to advance towards the insurgents that were engaged with them. It was quick to see that they would have to break formation to fight these brigands and so they did. It seemed nearly hopeless as the number of Calderon fighters was reduced to no more than twelve and the rogues encircled them. The guard's sergeant called them to form a testudo, the few guards still standing followed their orders and the fighting suddenly stopped.
The rogues seemed confused, they dropped their arms and began to drop to their knees one by one. The terrified and blood drenched guardsmen began to pry for quick glimpses of what was going on until they heard a familiar voice: the Dominus.
They stood idle as their arms fell to their sides, though their grasps were, indeed, tight. As they looked around the square they saw familiar faces; Calderon men-at-arms had taken positions at the entrance of the square: several archers followed behind a shield-wall at each entrance.
"Find their leader, kill the rest; tend to our wounded, citizens first, yourselves after." Tommen said as he entered the square.