Matthew

Now I have a scar on my head, as that guy who has survived. And which I always remember, ordering porter in pub. I was shooted in a head by the crossbow bolt. It's good that I have sawdust there, otherwise I could be killed. And in general, French are so-so shooters. We fought as a berserkers, but forces were unequal. I have personally pulled out heart of the commodore of an award. Alas, all guys have fallen, but didn't disgrace the honor of firm. As a result, me as the only survivor, has taken control of bourbon, all money of the firm, all templar knight's money and all the artifacts. I have graved my colleagues and put all necessary artifacts in a backpack. The head was sent to @officialkatrinajade. I have bought tickets to TGV in Paris. Wait for me, Montmartre!

Having thought over, I have decided that going for bourbon alone is a bad idea. After I've made a couple of calls, I have collected my old gang "DSC" - Dmitrov service crew. Took some mercenaries from OTF, Yarki, CWO, Vanguard. Old guard. No sport all guys are old alcoholics. Everyone armed. Cut some pipes, stocked up with Molotov cocktails, puted on the most fashionable sneakers which could buy in Languedoc, printed some business cards saying: "You've been served by DSC" to put in on defeated enemies. We've drunk all beer in vicinities, and moved forward to storm Montsegyur. Come out damned Bryan de Boaguelber, Jacques de Mole and other Gugo de Peillenas, you are already dead men! I've got two-handled halberd, stolen from the "Tampl" museum, and now we are going to kick some asses! Kill Templars! Gooooooooo!