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semi-inactive because my bday, bday weekend and next week a trip to london for work

These Legates carry themselves with way too much arrogance.

Dear Jamileh Attar,

You describe the Jarl's wife just how she is!
Cogsworth being poor is good to know. Or perhaps you are saying that to protect him.

Ephians coming together only when they have no other choice is not a positive argument for their honour.

Beside that, I have no doubt that the victory in the Silverworks was glorious and well deserved and the horrors that have come form it cut deep. I cannot say I have experienced similar, my raiding has been limited to inside and around Ephia's Well on the streets or on the Ash. Though in terms of terror, I did enter a Djinni's own domain, I remember the air, it was thick and moist with blood. The earth was flesh. The Djinn was Kastante's and he threw himself at the Djinn complimenting it's craft whilst degrading himself. Ivar and I simply bowed in quiet. That was after we tried to fight it by the way, and were found severely lacking. It was impossible to kill that Djinn, I mean it! I've never fought anything as strong as that! Bloody infuriating to be honest with you.

Oh and again, we did not pact. And I agree with your assessment on pacts. Life on the Disc is temporary and only our soul continues, to risk anything having to do with that, is pure madness. To sacrifice the eternal for the imminent. That'd be like sacrificing your life just for some immediate coin. Ah, wait, that's what we're doing, heh heh! Nonetheless ... Point stands.

I've used Scorch in the past, made me an unstoppable monster! Though I haven't utilised it against any Ephians yet, but I plan to, especially if the Pony Knight is coming for me with the Fourth in tow. What else am I to do in order to claim victory? As for your attempt at pulling at my heartstrings for Ephian veterans, that's not worked, for I view the Ephians with great disdain, for reasons in the previous missive.

That is not to say I have no love left in my heart at all. It simply belongs to the Jarl's wife, Ivar, Agasians and Frostport. And those who stand for something. For example, I have a newfound respect for one Elf, Rhys his name, twinaxed and in service of The Storm, Kula. Came to fight me one on one in my invitation and fought valiantly. Of course he could not withstand me. Naturally. But it came close. He managed to taunt me, swear he said something about my mother. Made me miscast my dispelling's most divine. Little Elven bastard.

Hmm, so, if I'd of killed him and grinded him, I could've had Dretch?
Alchemy can be fun after all! HAH! Kidding of course.

Who else do I respect? Rathsvit the Dwarf. He defeated me and Ivar singlehandedly, in our early days. Let us go unharmed, and unlooted. That bastard.

Aurelio and I did some naked fist fighting in the Krak. He won, when I was not allowed Agaslakku's favor. Then I won, when I was allowed it. In the end, I don't know if it counts for anything, but it was good fun. I am just glad there was no grease involved.

You know, you've given me an idea in your letter. I know some dealers in the Creep, and nobody's protecting them. I should extort them!! Hm, want to help? You seem to have a sharp mind for plotting. I lack that, I just have an axe.

I'll get to that book another time. But I will let you know, in a future missive.

Kind regards,

Knud son of Skargrim
Jarl wife thief.

Aubrey,

politician of the Well, it is I, dread bandit Knud son of Skargrim.
I have a proposal, if you wish, one could raid the quarry and reign victorious for the workers.

If all else fails, you can count on the Creep.

All it takes is coin.

Sorry Student that everyone abandoned you and we tore your cloak off. But five hundred coin is five hundred coin. Again an inglorious battle but I carry no regret. The regret should lay with your five companions who stood completely still and watched you get beat up. Hah, Ephians, honorless cravens. Makes me laugh!

Kidnapping Jamileh was going to earn me 5,000 coin but then something happened and she was whisked away. Was it Ivar's doing, I wonder? Or her own? Bloody hells, I missed out on so much coin it's ridiculous. It was going to be a hand statue, the Left Hand of Agaslakku! As I saved up towards His right hand. It'd make our altar so much more glorious! Damn'd is fate at times.

Kind Jamileh,

That was a lot of words you had me read.

So why you? Well, me and Ivar ran into the Souk to plunder Cogsworth's stupid stall but he wasn't there.
You see, we don't have any spies. We just listen to bellows & rumours and we act. But uh, we ran back to the Plaza to at least grab ''someone'' and between the scorch addled, the homeless and the fourth, you seemed the best pick. Congratulations on the rise of your social status.

As for your view on us, we are not scrambling, we are successful raiders. I have purchased carved expensive statues and an expensive altar, to make a worthy Agasian Lodge underneath your pitiful Well. We are the Palms Height of the Creep! The Palms Below we should call it.

Meyer was a little man, with the courage of a mouse, who called upon dark powers he could barely cling on to. He was a perfect man to use! By his selfdestruction, we have gained much. Cannot fault me for that. I would never brook though, neither would Ivar. When we heard Meyer's Djinn was gaining some territory through his actions, we banned him from the Hanged Heron and the Creep. He's out there, or dead, without protection. Through a man called Zak we were offered much coin to go kill him and we are going to! If he isn't dead. But, judge us however you would like. It does not matter. I speak truth plainly and fear no judgement. All that matters is myself and Ivar.

I never heard of Dretch.

I would love some Skrol. I miss it so much and I know everything about it, it's from Frostport! My beloved hometown. Uh. If you want to be on my good side, bring it to me. You can hear all the truths I have to give.

Can't tell you of Ivar's curses and hexes in writing, it's up to him. Simply come visit and ask him all about it. He has the right to be vengeful and feel vexed. Life was rough for my brother.

Why do we raid Ephia's Well? Pfeh, isn't it obvious? Because the people are weak and hold large purses! And in my raiding I have come to learn that they are a disloyal, conniving and treacherous peoples. Stabbing each other in the back, joining my side, begging me to halt my assaults, leaving others to their ill fate. And those in defeat, who spew words of superiority as they lay bleeding on the ash. With lofty titles, unearned, with ambitions meagre and fates unfulfilling. Truly the Ephians deserve everything bad that come their way, I feel this in the very core of my being! Poor Kha'Esh that would place trust in such a Citadel of Traitors. Makes me laugh! My legend carved here will outlast the tales of many others. Agaslakku wears a Bronze Smile as he gazes upon the battles I engage with this treacherous people! Praised be The Raider. When fame and treasures have amassed, I will sail to Frostport and take the Jarl's wife for my own. And have the people choose between a fattened weakling or Knud, son of Skargrim, chosen of The Raider and Conquerer of Ephians.

So it is written, prophesised and fated.

What I have to ask you is- why did you brook so much in my Lodge, and made of my altar to a SPOKE a brookered altar, crimson and foul, evil and blasphemous? You did me a great disservice.

Regards,

Knud son of Skargrim

Hi Jamileh Attar,

This is a note by Knud. The man who gave you this note cannot read and hasn't bathed for at least... since his birth most likely. Pardon for the stench.

You won't believe what happened after ye were soaked in and gone.
The words they spoke. The magic they unleashed.
The many waves of Tormented we bested.

We want coin and then we'll report everything that's happened straight to you.

Thank you.

Knud and Ivar

I beat up a Scarab, it was sad. I beat him so hard all his stuff flew out of his pack. I didn't mean to do that. If you ever read this Scarab, there was no glory in it.

I still spend his coin on dirt though and that was definitely worth it.

Where are brews?

Do I have to make them myself?!

Do you know how many hastes are needed to destroy Ephians!?

KNUD

These Ephians are unbelievable, finally I get paid off to not harm anyone, is when they decide to strike at me from the shadows. A tiny halfling that is called Onion and a man that craws like a bird. My own brother has six fingers and is cursed by hags and he's still more sane than these Ephian idiots. Nonetheless we wiped the floor with them, cut them down well and good. But then the Sand Gate slammed open and what poured out was a massive force! Had to run away, leaving all that coin behind, all those pilfered goods. Raider's curses...

Luckily they only got Hagane. And not me or Ivar.

Dear Onion,

help me trespass Bashir's property. Show me how victimless crimes are done.
I will turn myself in after.

Also I am sure you take off your cloak to wash it. I hope.

- Knud

Onion,

We are most pleased by you honouring your word and performing a skald's duty.
Myself and Ivar regret not seeing your performance upon the famous Verdant Stage.

Our Hangout has now been dubbed and changed into an Agasian Lodge, praise be to The Raider, Agaslakku.

Know that you are on the list of Honor Guests.
Come and receive your key, uncloaked.

With honour and glory,

Lodgejarl Knud Skargrimsson

Best ally of convenience available for any antagonist. Great work and I'm happy you grew a pair and went out to do badass things in the open. I think Kastante is just the beginning of future (RP)madness from you, breaking the mold.

Also OOC an extremely good sport. Zero salt-consumer, Max fun-haver.

You know what, Ialoas can go beat her up herself.
Though I wonder whether his humiliation was a message to me or not.

I am going on the assumption it's not.

That'd be better for her wellbeing.

The Fourth's taunting and incursion has been a wonderful victory for myself and my raider Zak. The boy who I thought was going to betray me in favor of topside influence. Now he has proven himself to me, loyal and fierce and worthy of the Raider's many blessings. Had a Stonefolk create a statue in commemoration and placed it in Raider's Rest to remind myself of this victory.

The Bandit and Bounty tallies keep going up, yet more commemoration of our reaping and pillaging in the Ash Wastes. Life's good, but it is in all account still meagre. Time may still bring my defeat, but these omens are good.

What comes next? Perhaps a raid of the Souk. Camel and Cloak, the Ashen Enclave, whomever else... Many people have brought to my attention the riches in many Ashfolk pockets. It should be mine!

Legates,

My list is very reasonable why are you slow?

KNUD