The Raider

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[Upon frozen pages the ink is divinely glowing and made readable despite the state of the tome. It lays available in Frostport, in a small and ruined bookcase made of sturdy cedar wood, freezing in the icy cold caves.]

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Chapter I. THE RAIDER

Across the Disc our God is most commonly known as Agaslakku. But by the Clergy and Author of this tome He is primarily known as The Raider. It is these frozen lands that breed the most fervent and ferocious zealots that are known to Mankind. These lands are long since conquered and claimed and there is little infighting known besides rowdy tavernbrawls and bloodsports. It is then that from these lands we launch raids into foreign soil and lay waste to them. Although most victims are of shared faith, it is a lesser version to be certain. The Raider is inconquerable and unquenchable, one of savage strength and a dark messiah of war and death. Whatever is written of a honourable protective Warrior might hold truth, but holds not the mightiest position in the faithful pursuit of Agaslakku worship. It is by our raw and unfaltering plundering that His might is proven to all the Disc. And even if we die in our conquests, we will wear bronzen smiles as death greets us. Knowing our sacrifice to be the most meaningful. For we are the beginning of War, we are War and we are the end of War. We do not wait for politicians or nobles. We do not wait to be wronged, before we go to War. WE. ARE. WAR.

By Fire and Bronze, we Sons of Frost, bring Glory and War.

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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!