Requisitioned a new spade. Again. Soon I’ll be digging with just a stick. That’s my lot now, digging up worm-eaten things or digging a hole to put in things for the worms to eat.\n\nA soul needs a good confessor, whether the ear of a trusted comrade or a good barkeep. Lacking both, I’m practicing my letters to keep my head straight. Used to be mocked for being decent with my letters, back in the village. I caved their heads in but good.\n\nAll the wealthy knights keep playing their chess games up above. Rulav and Ulfar circle each other for a drop of Attalus’s love. He in turn pines for our Lord and Master. But all the toil comes trickling down to us common foot soldiers.\n\nIt’s all about finding damned relics and mystical baubles now. These quarrelsome knights slaver over the prospect of finding such things like starving hounds. We chase rumors of the comings and goings of magicians and conjurers.\n\nI’ve dug up things that could plant a madness in your skull. But I don’t got time for that rot. I just keep digging. I’m the conqueror of mud.\n\n

Conqueror of Mud

A Common Knight

We came to this land to conquer, but it is wise to observe those we conquer. The customs, fashions, and speech are a strange mix. Some are alien. Others are familiar. Rumors among the lower ranks have gone so far as to posit that this was once our home. The Lord Commander has ordered that such talk be silenced.                                                                                                       \n\nWhere others find disquiet, I myself find opportunity. With such a bounty of variety around us, we might pick and choose that which we might bring into our own culture and thereby be strengthened. In fact, I took this notion from a soldier whom I bested in combat. He wielded an arquebus of magnificent design. I daresay it was superior to our own firearms. There is much we can learn here.   \n\nSir Yasen\n\n

An Opportunity

Wonders of a New Land

Sir Vadislav,\n\nBy Varangian law and the rites of Lord Varik, I hereby formally challenge you to ritual combat.\n\nLong I have borne your thousand tiny injuries, but now you have ventured upon insult, and I will have satisfaction. If there is courage in your heart to match the venom in your words, you will arrive at the site of our landing within three days to answer this challenge. If not, you forfeit your valor and your place in our order, under Lord Varik’s Law.\n\nBy blood, by stone, by marrow and bone, I challenge you. Steel is the only sacrament. Victory is the only god. \n\nEver the praises to Iznovgorod. Ever the praises to the Hammer.\n\nAwaiting at your pleasure,\n\nSir Anton\n

Sir Frelav the Flame, Las Torres War Camp Chapter - NWGuide Database of Lore

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