Knud

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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?

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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.

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I am tired of waiting for Legate heads to start making sense. Maybe it's time for early elections by my axe and my brother's spear.

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The shade's opened up and conjured snow to cover the arena, we walked in together me and my brother Ivar, taunting the Ephians like the loudmouth brutes we are and predicting their defeat! Talgard there to witness and report back to Frostport our successes! Faith, a true dullard, there to recite law, rules, codes and explain the outcome or something, glorified scribe. Asherias spoke and acted with honour, the first Rose to impress me, one without arrogance, but confidence. Most don't understand the difference...

Kasu's defeated by a finger's touch, ha. I thought it'd be entertaining to try and do that! For him less so of course, denied a chance at glory. This is good, because that boy needs a humbling, with his big mouth!

I can scarcely remember how we felled Asherias... It was all a blurr. Must've been the...
Believe she thought she could hold out longer and turn things around, not realising our might. That's all I think I remember?

Now a Janissary! Many Ephian idiots came to me to tell me I am a dog. Three people told me I am now a dog. And some others explaining I have to do what Hanson tells me, or Arnock. They think I am some kind of, I don't know, chained slave? A mindless drone? Hanson knows better than to command me around like I am some kind of scarab idiot. He's been giving me freedom to act how I wish. And I would definitely deny to follow orders that are obviously wrong or stupid. I am here to claim bounties and destroy the biggest enemies Ephia's Well has, to gain glory and fame- promote, perhaps- and then I am out again. Whatever's out there to grow my fame is my primary concern. Be that as a Janissary, Rose, Q'tolipist, Raider... Doesn't matter. The Saga of the Skargrimssons is one of true legend. As for the ones that call me dog, well, they are so beneath me, it isn't worth addressing... Of course someone can always go too far and find out it's unwise to pursue that course of action hah hah.

Valeria... Alfhild... Do they want me dead?
Why do the Creepers think I am now their foe, just because of some uniform?
I realise they have bounties and are my fastest way towards fame and promotion but...

Alfhild is wanted for killing a brooker? And for 5,000 coin?
Why is killing brookers wrong anyway?!? It's obviously the right thing!! Stupid Ephia's Well.

Valeria uh, I don't know what a Hakem is. Let me find that out first. Maybe she deserves getting hunted by the mighty Skargrimssons but... Why does it feel wrong to me? Is it too boring? I think she needs to get hated more. Valeria go and kill someone else please. I feel like it isn't impressive enough to capture you!

The Banafsi raid however sounds glorious! Talgard is always full of good ideas.

And by the Wheel I can finally see to boardwork and talk to other people than the same crowd every day!! Finally, I can meet my many fans!!

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Fighting Phaedra was a joy, even if she escaped like a coward. Running away from my might as she ran completely out of spells. She probably soiled herself.

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3,250 coin in fines in two weeks, when do I get promoted?

All the adversaries are hiding from me.
How useless I am in this uniform, I'm a blind ox that cannot spot any thieves...

And then there's this Faith murder, and everyone's lying to me.
But I cannot spot any lies. Is Skink lying? Is Buster lying? Is Ruital lying?
I don't know??? Do I look like a diviner???

I thought I could just hack down some bounties, turn them in, be glorious.
But it's actually hard work, it's even harder than raiding!!

Actually anything is harder than raiding, Ephians were so weak it's ridiculous.
I cannot believe they executed Hagane though. Seemed excessive!? He was just a moron!

What the Hells do I do now...
I cannot break my word and honour and leave the Legion...
That'd make me lesser than a worm!

But then what anyway? Become a Rose?
What do they do beside guard a tavern? I see Flint standing around with his silly katana blade staring forlorn at the wall in front of him. How glorious!?

And their Condi-whatever is just a politician just like their Lyrist. And there's nothing more awful than juvenile Ephian politics that only scratches surface problems. When have they last done anything of consequence? A Legate's murdered and nothing happens. The whole city should be in shock, where's martial law? I know Hanson's investigating and interrogating as I am, he's doing it more effectively, that's experience and patience I suppose. Something I definitely lack. But all the rest of the city's buried her and moved on.

Seems strange!?! Why aren't they harassing Ruital and Buster and Enmur and anyone else with but a smudge of suspicion on them? This was their JARL! Burn down Phaedra's elf shelter! Ban the Skink from the gutters! Seize Ruital's property! Destroy Buster's furniture!

No no, because we don't know whether they did it or not...

I'll do it all myself!