Knud

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These pages belong to Knud. Do not read them.

Been a while now residing underneath Ephia's Well. The people here are mad. Living inside a complex and hard to understand system of Assterbendandies. Yet bending all their self imposed rules. Having no honor in battle, yet carry much mercy in the aftermath. None of it makes sense to me. It is as if they do not know who they are. We do not have that problem. Me and Ivar and all the other sons of Frost. We are of one mind.

The Raider is pleased by the adventure upon which we have embarked. No doubt about it. As well as at our conduct in defeat, wearing bronzen smile and welcoming death should it come. Were this Qadira or Il-Modo, I think we would already be dead. My family and friends home will have heard of my death and laughed. The mad bastard actually went ahead with his plans, here is a toast to Knud and Ivar. I know it would be like this. But here in Ephia's Well they have stolen my coin, thrown camel dung and humiliated us. Rather than kill us. It is a denial of glory! If these stories make it back home, everyone will be embarrassed.

So by this, I do not know whether to hate or love the Ephians for the fact I am alive.

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At long last the desired victory graced us. Two against six, though not all at once, is an impressive win to be certain! Worthy of being bragged about. And the coin flowed! Still need a lot more. But it flowed!

Idiocy took over my mind when I spared Buster's purse. Why'd I do that? He offered us business but, what he offers is a pittance to be honest. What if he held 10,000 in his purse? I didn't even look.

Now comes the danger of our death, next we are defeated. Glory in death, Glory in life. The way of the Raider.

Ephians beware, the sons of Frost, the sons of Skargrim.

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A nightmare on horror's ship, at the oar, a face wrapped in darkness, a frightful visage. Through a lake of puke, meaty and moist tentacles reaching out, seeking to choke. Our existence in doubt. Mists of rot.

Sails of skin catch winds of death, pushing us forward to dark shores never traversed. I stand naked, covered in gore. None of this of my own making, yet I am present for it. A dark tale is borne, frightening enough to scare ten generations. Raider watch over me and my brother as we traverse doomful rivers to find unimaginable troves at the end. A whisper alluring.

Axe high. Sons of frost never to vanish.

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I wonder if they'd pay me 26,000 coin pieces if I deliver them Kastante. Thinking about it.

I think they will just substract my fines from the amount and it comes down to 1 coin or something.

Why did they lower the bounty stupid Ephian idiots.

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FIRE IN MY EYES, FIRE IN MY BLOOD, FIRE IN MY BONES, FIRE IN MY FLESH, FIRE ON MY AXE, SCORCH IS SCORCH IS SCORCH!!

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I'm gonna beat up Faith again. That should be fun.

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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!

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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.

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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.

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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.

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These Legates carry themselves with way too much arrogance.

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Spud Knudgrimsson

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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!