Raiders have landed from distant shores

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[A wooden sign stands in the desert in the vicinity of Ephia's Well.]



The Raider had guided our humble ship whose sails caught much wind, with blessings of bronze, blessings of rust, blessings of salt and blessings of purpose, we arrived in Ephian lands.

Tales much exaggerated reached our frosty lands regarding your strength and victory in war. What has been heard also, is how much you've bled and how high your corpse pyre reached, a fire that was seen across the Ash Desert, a pile that nearly reached the stars.

By this, comes our opportunity. Riches and spoils, in your possession, and few survivors to guard it!

Agaslakku - The Raider - Commands us, Demands of us, To take!
And in his Bronzen glory, weapons ablaze, we will forge our own legends in your lands.

By your piked heads, By your splintered bones, By your broken Axes, by your bleeding corpses.

What is ours is ours - What is yours is ours!

The raiders have landed - Sons of Skargrim - Come, gloryhounds, join us under the banner of the Raider.

THE EPHIANS WILL BLEED THEIR COIN.

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By now - Know - The road to the Caravan Camp - The way to Qadira - No longer safe

Stand and Deliver

Reap and Raid