To Lord Caenu, Emissary of the Obsidian Thrones for the Southern Raiding Fleet, Herald of the Golden Dawn Slavers, Liluth Araran, Beastmaster appointed for the expendable herds, sends her greetings.
My Lord, after several weeks I can finally send the first report on the forces we’re gathering as our destructive instruments.
Of the five goblin translators I obtained on my departure, two are already dead. One was killed when an Equitan patrol discovered us on our way to the orc camp. The (...)
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A Beastmaster’s account of the Great Games of Zagjan
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A Beastmaster’s Journal on Orcs and Goblins
Though I believe we Daeb have little more to learn of taming the creatures of this world, I have found some profit in an interrogation of members of the Warborn races. It seems their relationship with beasts is closer to that of unruly siblings than master and servant.Orcs appear to make connections with creatures as brutal and stubborn as themselves. Giants, boars, wyverns are treated as comrades in arms, earning glory and feasting on the spoils, tusk to tusk in the mud and gore.Meanwhile, (...)
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A Dwarven Moral Story
A Goblin entered into partnership with an Ogre on the pretense of becoming his servant. Each undertook his proper duty in accordance with his own nature and powers. The Goblin discovered and pointed out the prey; the Ogre sprang on it and seized it. The Goblin soon became jealous of the Ogre carrying off the majority of the spoils, and said that he would no longer find out the prey. After a month, both starved without the (...)
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A Dwarven View of their Infernal Kindred
Yes, my boy. Them Drigniz... Infernal Dwarves... they ain’t right folk. Left the mountain a long time ago. But the mountain never left them, see? Gets them building mountains where there are none. Want to show who’s better. Want to be better than the mountains, I reckon. Better than iron, too. Better than gold, gams an’ truesilver. Got no respect for the mountain or its gifts no more. Slavers? Aye, can’t make gold kneel before you, eh? But what honest dwarf lets another do his work for him? No (...)
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A Games Chant
Chop chop chop chop,
Axe to tree, wood to free,
Heave ho, heave ho,
Logs cleft, lumber heft.
Run run run run,
Take the wood, for the brood,
Fight fight fight fight,
Bite and brawl, beat them all.
Cheer and roar, cheer and roar,
Almost there, faster, dare,
Blood and gore, blood and gore,
Timber, here comes the BOAR! -
A Land of Enlightenment and Glory
Land of Enlightenment and Glory,
Mother of the Refined,
How shall we extol thee, who are born of brine?
I heard my country calling, away across the sea,
Across the waste of waters,
she calls and calls to me.
Wider still and wider shall thy bounds be set;
Gods, who made thee mighty,
make thee mightier yet!
Sea by sea, her shining bounds increase the nation,
And her ways are ways of progress,
her goals sophistication.
When Arandach first, at immortal command,
Arose from out the (...) -
A Lecture on the Cosmos
Our world is a fragile thing, a perfect pearl in a pounding sea. It is a miracle that the elements necessary for its creation aligned, and in the calm between opposing tides, our island of existence formed.
The Coatl teach of the power of Cosmos, worshipping their prime qualities of order and structure above all others. Yet a world without change is a world frozen, doomed to an entropy which would eventually stifle life itself.
Worshippers of the Dark Gods take chaos and chance as their (...) -
A Moving Ballad
Three times in my adult life have I openly wept. Once upon the passing of my father, the great Duke. Once as I consoled my son over the loss of his mother and my dear wife. And this day, when a court bard turned a bawdy rabble to silent statues, as mournful notes plucked heartstrings like his gittern. Not a dry eye was left anywhere in my hall. I thank you Thomas, for awakening the hearts of so (...)
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A Mystery from the Dawn of Time
Of all the mysterious beasts that plague this world, the Saurians are surely the most poorly understood. Reptiles of varying size that walk like men, they are encountered commonly enough that their existence is beyond doubt, but their true nature and objectives continue to escape our knowledge. Of special interest is their possible connection to ancient myths of reptilian demigods or daemons who supposedly subjugated all peoples in a global empire of oppression.
Long study of the many (...) -
A Nation of Heroes
Equitaine is a nation built on personal heroics and individual honour, dating back to the days of their founding king, Uther. Knights are most esteemed here, and a mastery of mounted combat makes the lance the weapon of choice, and armour the height of fashion. Women are venerated in Equitaine for their connection with the fabled Lady, who serves as both deity and mysterious power preserving the land. To many, the Equitan feudal armies of knight and peasant seems antiquated, yet they (...)