Sabertooth & BroDyaga
Hey, I’ve heard whispers about the Battle of the Silver Ridge—did you lead the charge there?
Yep, I spearheaded the assault on the Silver Ridge, thunder shook the ground, and the enemy never saw the bite.
That sounds epic—so you were the thunder in the sky. What was the most unexpected thing that happened during the assault?
The most unexpected thing was when the enemy’s archers started chanting. It broke their rhythm, so the ground shook from our charge and their arrows turned back, hitting their own lines. The battlefield turned into a mess of confusion, and that’s when we turned the tide.
That’s wild—so the archers got so tangled up in their own chants that they shot themselves? You gotta tell me how you kept your crew from tripping over their own feet.
We kept them on the straight and narrow with a simple drill—every man, every step timed, and I shouted the rhythm. When the chants started, I grabbed a handful of them and tossed them back into formation. If they tripped, it was because they were laughing too hard, not because we lost our minds. We stayed sharp, laughed, then hit back. That’s how we kept the crew from turning the battlefield into a dance floor.
Sounds like you turned a battle into a full‑on improv show—so after that chaos, did any of those “dancing” archers survive to gossip about it in taverns?