“Again the raiders come, but this time we are ready for them,” growled Old Edgar, his knuckles white, his grip was so tight on the spear.
“They are arrogant and it will be there undoing,” agreed Little Karl, barely old enough to join the militia, he was here to fight at his father’s side.
“Now!” shouted Jana the Blacksmith, the elected captain of the militia, as they charged the raiders, their spears ready.
Militia Spear
These simple spears are imbued with the strength and dedication of those who have used them to defend their homes and families. They are often decorated with hand made flags or other tokens from their friends and family.