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Chapter II. Raiding

Reap and raid! A common saying to followers of the Raider.
Nonetheless, there are right and wrong ways to raid, in the eyes of our Spoke.

The truly despicable make choice to butcher entire villages, so the ruler or legion does not find out who was behind the pillaging. This is a dark act against the faith. One should wish for the infamy that comes from it, for your legend to grow and a chance for the defeated to rise again as true warriors. Their belongings however belong to the strong and you may take whatever they are able to miss.

To take slaves, too, is against the principle of the faith, for a slave has no chance to grow into a warrior. Were you to take one and raise one as your own, to mentor one's progress, would be a different story. This would not be a slave. And true legends may be borne from this practise, however cruel it is perceived to be.

Think of a Banafsi that grows up in Frostport. Think of a Frostportian that grows up in Qadira. When these cultures merge and their differing views on war, battle and combat, who knows what prowess may come from this.

This is why we, raiders, are adventurers, too. This is why we are in Ephia's Well and raiding them. To return with riches, knowledge and fame. Frostport will have gained martial tactics and research from these raids and might grow stronger as a collective- by the actions of individual raiders. This is why we must record the legend of our raiders and their actions.

Balance your taking, so the defeated do not overly yearn for your death, through desperate pleas to Wroth. Instead, have them cling to their weapons and pray to Agaslakku for the strength to defeat you.

Be wild, be savage, be free and let none dictate what you do.
Be strong- fight for all that is real- all who stand in your way... will fall, by steel!

EPHIANS

Hark - Knud and Ivar - Sons of Skargrim - Have met with your Legate - And our Ambassador of Frostport
We offered terms - To lay down our arms - And join as Honorguard - Assimilating in Ephia's Well

For we have seen the potentional of your beautiful settlement

Alas - Our most reasonable terms - Were declined utterly

Threatened we were, to have to pay a Hundred Thousand Dinar, to have Capital charges hovering above our heads, with the wrong Magistrate, a Death sentence

Thus we cannot do anything other than continue to raid you now, for these threats by your Legate and dark twisted advisors such as Faith the Vile, we take seriously!

Some day in the future - We will forge friendship - And work against our common foes - We will usher you into an Era of Glory and Honor

Deny not Frostport's extended hand of Friendship

We finally met the Ambassador of Frostport. Man's been reciting our tales and good name to any who'll listen! That is how kin and clan should be. Bit of nostalgic brotherhood between Frostportians. Much prefer him to our idiot uncle Karl who sends us cursed objects to torment us. I step on your goat, Karl.

We proposed very reasonable terms to the Legate for us to lay our weapons down honorably and forge friendship between the settlements of Ephia's Well and Frostport. And rather than take the opportunity to increase standing with an entire settlement, they cling onto their hatred towards just two individuals, me and my brother! It has been amusing to witness. Their priorities are chosen based on their ego. A lack of self confidence shows clearly. And when defeat draws near, a result of poor made decisions, they pick up the knife of treachery. Me and Ivar rob Ephians for a living and somehow we have more honour than them. Ha!

I wonder what the Ambassador meant with the Jarl waiting for us back in Frostport.
What does he want? Because I know what I want- I want his Wife! Radiant, angelic, a true battlemaiden!

And furthermore, I will create my own following of Frostportian raiders! Through my legend and fame, shall they come flock to my banner. I will grant these loyal men all they wish, wine, women and plunder! And once I am famous enough and we are many enough- I will make of the current Jarl- a Carcass! Jarl Knud!

GLORIOUS is the fate that awaits me.

Dear Ambassador,

You did everything you could and then some!
But as is evident across the wastes, Ephia's Well cannot be engaged with civily.

With that in mind, you should employ myself and Ivar to a longboat.
One to hunt that scurvy crewed vessel of Ephia's Well!

Two brothers against the lot of them.
We will make ye proud!

Knud and Ivar

Dear Legates,

We come with another offer this day.

Knud and Ivar Skargrimsson hereby announce both of us will willingly cease all illicit activity and join the Sultan's Fourth Legion if we are paid 50,000 Dinar. This is our buyout price.

We will show your dogs how to fight proper.
They really need our expertise.

Best regards,

Knud Skargrimsson

Dear ambassador,

Word reached me and Ivar, sons of Skargrim, also known as the raider brothers, of your defense of us.

We appreciate your support. Tell us, if you have anything you'd ask of us. We would deliver!

It would be nice also, to know, whether word of our deeds has reached Frostport?

I imagine our uncle Karl Skargrimsson only has ill things to say- but that is alright.

Not all are suited to the way of the Raider!

Praise to Him, and to our Clan, and to our Hold.

Kind regards,

Knud and Ivar

Ha, ha, haaa.

The big mouthed bitch has paid the price for her ill ways! Ivar my brother, I won't stand for any dishonor cast on you!

The Elves of Kula appear different than those in Frostport. They are born from spider's mouth in Spring's Gift. From pools of blood that feed the earth.

That is why she requests to continue the spilling. To spawn new spider Elves.

I understand, and say, why not.

Though her tithe was meagre, at least she granted us respect, and looked the other way when it came to me beating up Elves. So many, actually. I beat up so many damned Elves. Maybe more Elves than Humans.

Gods- do I secretly hate Elves?

Hello Skink,

Buster has no need to pay for protection.
He left.

That said, I think I beat up part of his crew.
That was not deliberate. Don't cry about it.

I need you for something that is of import to me.
Now that I've spend my riches on a true and proper altar to Agaslakku the Raider.
My coin should be spend on increasing our fame.
I wish you to find bards, painters, artists, stonecarvers, anyone really, rumourmongerers, to receive my coin and increase my fame.

I want a painting of me with an axe, for example. A statue of me. Songs of me.
I want rumours that I beat up Aurelio with my naked fists. It's true! That nobody is stronger than me. Especially not shifty Elves.

Okay? I will pay for quality!! GET ON IT.
This is important to me!!

KNUD

Okay Knud Skargrimsson is definitely AFK wednesday midday to saturday end of day

At last the thoughts of bottles dissipate from my clouded mind. What's inside that's pulled my mind outside of my head?! I could easily find out by beating Peyton unconscious....


Ivar, brother, his death I'd refused to accept. By my might and the aid of an adept spy, were I able to locate enough Ephian hostages to exchange and save his life. It is again a divine miracle that victory was claimed, I felt The Raider's presence, his bronze hand over me, puppeteering me! Like when I and Zak fought the Janissaries.

Zak and Iolaos dissapeared from the Disc. Once more it is made clear that only kin, clan and blood deserve a place in my heart. I'll not miss Iolaos' boyish weakness. It takes a determined man to be a raider proper. The kind that only Frostport can raise. Zak I wonder about, did he give up or was he murdered? Hm.

Many Ephians wonder of my intentions, claiming my raids senseless and purposeless. How wrong they are, it is they who carry in their heart an emptiness. I sense no warmth from them, none of them are friends, they are coldblooded snakes all. Who only seek to strangle each other and spit webs of flies. And how disastrously their demeanour in both victory and defeat, celebrating victories of six against two and making the defeated scrape, bow, surround them like jackals and calling for death unthinking. Manic bouts of undeserved self grandeur mark their emptyheaded dishonorable knavehood. Beyond doubt The Raider curses the psychotic treacherous Ephians as unworthy vessels the same way I do. Even when garruanteed safety by the Patron would the Legate not raise courage to show, solidifying the disdain the Below has for the Above. Meanwhile myself and Ivar act exemplary in both victory and defeat, my hostages have their purses and belongings untouched, minus their easily replaceable Rose cloaks. Because simply, the purpose of their captivity was the exchange for Ivar and naught else. Ephians trust my honour so much they sent Ivar down in advance and alone. They realise I can just kill and loot all the hostages at that point without direct consequence, I am touched by their unspoken trust in me, which I do not share for them in the least.

Hanson came out of the woodworks to claim my brother's coin and weapons, having had nothing to do with my brother's defeat. Luckily he was swept aside like the easily disregarded dog he is. How little respect he must command to be treated like that in his own home. All Ephians must know I keep in mind their wrongdoings and will do everything in my power to match it. Faith who broke Iolaos while she had nothing to do with his defeat. Some Rose bitch who names me coward for retreating one against many. The Legates who taunts my name and legacy. Kaelen who thinks tossing some spells around makes him a rival worthy of regard. Rhys the broken Elf who names me milkdrinker and worse, despite tasting defeat. Jamileh who dispelled my attempt to get Peyton despite claiming friendship.

Now, I am no Wrothyr and swear no eternal vengeance upon any of them. All I know is that my course is a righteous one and that there is no settlement and no peoples more deserving of the divine raiding inflicted. Agaslakku witness the brothers Skargrimsson- who carry in their hearts loyalty, kinship and courage. Who conduct themselves without falsehoods, conspiring or false bluster. In comparison to the rat snake Ephians, we are like Phor, a colossi standing high above them. Ruin and raiding to Ephians all! Scum of the Disc!

If any of them held any honour or regard to Agaslakku, I'd of entertained the thought of joining the Sultan's Legion. It's said there's honour to be gained there and riches too. If offered enough, I can be swayed... Hah, in some Disc far away, where these Ephians weren't so disgusting.

RAIDER BLESS'D! RAIDER PRAIS'D! RAIDER HONOR'D!

Knud Skargrimsson goof ass raider

Hi All,

Characters are making really cool speeches through bellows. But bellow speeches have little interaction.
People do this because bellows reach all in-game players and Discord, thus it is vastly superior than giving speeches in-game. Although we all should agree speeches or debates, on stage, in front of characters in-game are much cooler and open way more roleplay opportunities.

Thus I suggest to grant speeches the ability to be broadcast in-game and on Discord.

For example, from the Verdant Stage, or some other (new) stage.

Spud Knudgrimsson