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I think I do not care for war.

Fighting, I understand. We must fight for our lives. When Grimward and Stonetooth raise sword and claw to strike us down, there is no choice but to meet them in kind. We must spill their blood, so that they do not spill ours. We must fight to protect our people and our lands. We must stand together, or we will die, and our names will be forgotten.

At first, I thought that war was just this fighting, but greater, and that the only difference was in the number of soldiers. But today, I have seen that this is not the case.

We had a duty to deliver goods to Grimsendir. An important task, to keep safe the lives of those within its walls, and the people living in the lands beyond the line it guards. Several times, this day, I left our camp, to guard supplies and my fellow soldiers. Each time, I did not know if I would return. If I would return to Saga. By Gaia’s will, I did. Others were not so blessed.

But while I was on the paths, I saw war, and saw how my allies and enemies saw it. War is not fighting. War is sport. War is a time for boasting, a time for foolish bravery. It is a time to create and grow the legend of a warrior.

It disgusts me.

On my third delivery of supplies, there was one Grimward soldier preventing us from returning to camp. We outnumbered him, many times over. It would have been a simple matter to surround him and cut him down. But one of our soldiers called for an ‘honor duel’.

‘No interference’, I heard, echoed around me. The battle blocked our cart from returning. More Grimward could have arrived at any moment. What could have been a safe and sure victory was risked for glory. For this ‘honor’.

No interference. I am reminded of my father. His demand that an Ulven must stand alone. That it is a weakness to count on others.

What a waste.

The other Einherjar are good people, but they share these thoughts as well, at times, as does my mate. I have a great respect for our Toralf, though. Though his body was bloodied and bruised by Grimward hands, he spoke to us not as a warrior, but as a fighter. He told us to survive, to protect each other, and we did. No Einherjar fell this day. We would not allow it. I am grateful to have him back. I think I do not care for war.

The trip to Shattered Spear territory was becoming quite familiar these days. Ever since the declaration of war, Alister has been doing all he can to help the refugees have a safe place to live while their other loved ones fight for their homeland. Nobody wants to leave their loved ones behind with the thought of losing them. Never seeing them again. Thousands of possible outcomes fill the mind and generally most of them bad.

Sighing as he comes up a hill overlooking Shieldhaven, a sound of merriment floats up the hill towards him.

“The hells is going on down there?” Alister asks himself, “What month is it? What day? Gods is it Market Fair time already?! And the daft fools are having it on the front doorstep to the war?! What are they even thinking?!”

As he hurried down to the town to yell at whomever was in charge, a group of guards passed him bidding good day. Muttering a response in passing, he paid them little mind, barely acknowledging their presence.

Near the gate to the small settlement, he could see banners fluttering in the breeze. Blue and silver streamers decorated the walls. Traders peddling their wears had set up shop. And some boisterous fellow was rushing about announcing feats of skill and strength for people to test themselves at.

Brushing off the man’s attempts to recruit him for a ‘Drunken Mage’ contest… (Alister had spent more than his fair share of nights recently being drunk, trying his best to forget the disaster at the Ulven moot)…

He meandered about the stalls and thought to himself, “Perhaps this is something the people need. A bit of rest and respite from the war. A way to relax…” Quickly shaking his head from the foolish notion, another part of him thought, “How dare these people have this foolish celebrating while their allies are out there fighting desperately to save their homeland. How dare they take advantage of this situation, luring people here to sell goods that would be far more valuable on the front lines. How dare they have these feats of skill wasted here, when there’s far more Grimward and Stonetooth targets that will happily fight back opposed to shooting at some damned tree.”

It was then Alister saw Volrok of the Broken Blade Company leading a small procession out beyond the walls to a secluded grotto in the woods nearby. Alister had heard rumors that Vaels had fallen at the Moot during the retreat, but he had hoped they were just that… Finding out the truth of the matter, of losing a good friend and ally, close to tears. The funeral procession for Vaels was beautiful, the first of such that Alister had ever seen for the Syndar. At the end of the ceremony, many others had left while nearly all Broken Blade members present, stayed behind. Alister walked back with the rest, occasionally looking back at Vaels’ final resting place with a heavy heart.

It wasn’t until he returned to the settlement when he felt something was wrong. His purpose for going back to Shattered Spear to assist refugees was wrong. He shouldn’t be helping people run… He should be fighting along side them on the front lines like Vaels did… Protecting his friends to the very end.

He hadn’t been sleeping much lately. Things had been quiet and peaceful in his neck of the woods for quite some time. Not since the business at Arragones’ estate had there been even a whisper of a worry of a need for the Ravens banners to join the armies of Newhope. Things were different now. Stonetooth made things different and though Key’s Crossing was far from any frontlines, you’d have to be a fool to not see how this war laid its fingers across the whole of Mardrun.

Each day construction continued on the new walls that surrounded the city, brick by brick they cast a longer shadow over the low lying homes at their foundations. From his second story apartment on a hill, Cordyn would still be able to see over the wall and out to the ocean. The same could not be said for those who now lived in the ever-growing embrace of its defensive shade. Sure, in this moment of worry and warfare they were happy to trade their ocean views for the protection granted by cool, thick stone, but would that always be the case? Would a day come that peace once again came to Mardrun? If a time came that the people no longer felt the need for the wall’s protection, would they then start to see it instead as the warden of their new prison?

Cordyn had spent years with his nose buried in ledgers and city plans. Sleepless nights were spent alongside trade and labor unions and professors and barkeeps trying to find how to best serve the people of Key’s Crossing. He’d worked hard to try to build the city into a special place where all were given the opportunity to make themselves how they wished and live the lives they were meant to. A city where things were not divided by class structures, incomes, and inheritance. As he watched the wall he commissioned grow day-by-day and its shadow swallow more and more homes, he knew he’d failed. There would now be two immutable classes within the city: those who could see over the wall, and those who lived beneath it.

After long days in planning meetings Cordyn would come home and lie on his bed, wrapped in thoughts of what’s to come. One day, when people inevitably grew tired of living in a shadow, would he stand firm by his values and offer to trade his home and move to the depths? Or would hypocrisy sink its barbed talons into his heart? It’s easy to say that you’ll do the right thing before the question becomes real and much much harder to actually do it when the time comes. Cordyn knew this much and as such was usually unable to quiet his worrying mind. On nights like this there was only one thing that could ease him.

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Cordyn reached over and tapped an iron bar set into the wall near his bed and an arcane lamp hanging from the ceiling eased to life. He shot to his feet and crossed his room to shutter his windows. His neighbors had been clear with him and their words echoed in his head, “We don’t care what you get up to at night, but if you let that light shine in our windows again then we’re going to drag you out of that apartment and tar you in the streets.”

Cordyn took a seat at his work desk and pulled open a drawer full of thin metal bars and wooden splinters. To the average eye they looked nothing more than castoff and refuse, but to the trained senses of an arcanist they hummed with potential. Most enchanters that Cordyn spoke with focused on the large, charismatic endeavors that could be achieved by working with full ingots and planks of infused materials, but Cordyn’s love centered not on enchanting weapons and armors, but in pulling the fantastical from the smallest of scraps and the crafting and inventing of the small things that could better your everyday: the things that brought magic to the average person. When he closed his eyes he could still see the smiles and awe on the faces of families the first night they illuminated the arcane lamps in the night market district and when he really tried, he could imagine some of those smiling faces belonged to his parents too. They’d be proud of who he’d become. Wouldn’t they? The shadow of the wall loomed, casting darkness over his parents’ faces.

He pushed the thoughts away and let his focus shift to the open drawer. He absently let his hand glide over the assortment of scraps; his eyes wouldn’t help here. Eventually his hand settled over a thin barb of infused iron, he could feel it gently pulsing sympathetically with the mana in his own body. When working with such delicate pieces of material you’d often have to find the ones that were suited to the task as opposed to how you are able to force and mold the larger pieces to your will. Cordyn took the piece from the tray and laid it on his notebook.

The book was laden with scrawlings that would look half mad to a scholar and incomprehensible to a layman. The writing was a nigh unintelligible blend of schools of thought. Deep arcane mathematics prodded at the very mechanisms of magic and weaving, but their phrases were written almost poetically in the vocabulary of a trained alchemist and blowhard who loves to hear himself speak. Musings copied themselves forwards and backwards, weaving across the page in a circuitous dance as if they themselves were threads of mana to be played with. Sigils and symbols and diagrams of whirling arcane weavery packed into the margins. All under the heading “What does it mean to push?”

Cordyn read over his notes again before turning to a small object on his desk. It was a curious thing. A passing glance would tell you that it was an alembic, a piece of an alchemist’s distillation apparatus, but to lay your hand on it would disabuse you of that notion. It was thick and cold and iron. Cordyn took the object in his hand and turned it over a few times. He was sure that tonight would be the night he would crack it. He spent the next few hours delicately etching the surface of the iron thing.

When he finished the object was awash with intricate weaving patterns and set into its hull was a slot shaped to snugly accept the infused iron barb sitting on his notebook. Cordyn took a deep breath as he gently laid the barb into its new home and delicately tapped it into its setting and then he sat with this new object in a deep weaver’s meditation. His mind danced through arcane currents and overtime he conquered them and forced them into shape all the while he tamed the magical structure of the item in his hands. After some time reality and intention came into harmony. Cordyn opened his eyes and rolled the object around in his hands, checking it for any stress marks or fractures. When he was properly satisfied he ran his thumb over the infused barb.

With a gentle whine the iron thing came to life. A force began to press itself out from the open end of the thing, strong enough to catch one off guard, but not so strong as to shove them from their feet. Cordyn smiled and ran his finger over the infused barb once again; the small object settled back into an inert state. Without hesitation Cordyn rushed to his closet and pulled out a long coat. He dressed into a semi-presentable state, shoved his new object into his satchel and left his apartment.

The streets of Keys Crossing had become a marvel to see at night. Gentle, lowly powered arcane lamps lined the streets and bathed them in a pale blue glow, enough to help people walking in the night without a lantern, but not so much as to offend anyone sleeping. Then there was the Night Market District. Here the lamps were not so easy. This whole district was bathed in enough light that one could sit in the central park and play cards well past midnight and not once have to strain their eyes. It was also home to The Tin Whistle Tavern.

Cordyn threw open the doors to The Tin Whistle and without so much as a good evening, made his way toward the staff dumbwaiter that was used to send meals upstairs to the guest rooms. He set to work tinkering with the lower pulley, delicately fitting his new device to the hub with a specially made bracket. The bartender looked over his shoulder.

“Evening, Magistrate.”

“Good Evening, Margaret.” He did not look away from his work

“That the thing you’ve been talking about?” She did her best to see what he was doing.

“I sure hope so.”

“Don’t put any holes in my walls.” She turned away and went back to the bar counter before he could respond.

Cordyn continued to work for a few more minutes and when he felt the device was properly fitted he turned to Margaret.

“Margaret, my dear, witness the future!”

With that Cordyn ran his finger over the small infused barb on the device. It whined to life and began to exert force from its open end and slowly, painfully slowly, it began to push against its bracket and drive the wheel of the pulley. The dumbwaiter began to lift under the device’s power at a rate of nearly one story per half hour. Cordyn beamed with joy and turned to see Margaret’s expression and found her nonplussed. She could tell that Cordyn found this all very exciting, but to her eyes this new device was far more useless than just hoisting the dumbwaiter by hand.

“So? What do you think!?”

“Well, it’s a bit slow isn’t it?” She tried her very best to look supportive.

“Well yes, but that’s just the steps toward progress! Clearly there are some inefficiencies in my design, but look at this proof of concept!” Cordyn could not hide the childlike glee in his voice, “Why in fact, give it six or maybe seven more developmental generations and by then maybe it will move even faster than you!”

“Well then,” Margaret ran her finger over the infused barb, the device eased back to inertness. “You can bring it back when you’re on generation eight.” She slid the device out of its bracket and dropped it into Cordyn’s hands. “But for now, get out from behind my bar.”

Cordyn smiled and slid the device into his satchel and as he walked out from behind the bar he grabbed a tall bottle of dark ale. He held it above his head as he opened the front door and stepped out into the street. “Just throw it on my tab, Margaret!” Once outside Cordyn sat for a moment, bathed in the light of arcane lamps and for the first time in a while, content in feeling that with enough work and enough progress, maybe one day no one will have to live in the shadow of a wall.

Snippets from the Bard Book of Aina Riverhead – Pt. II

July 273

As war rages on, Aina continues to do her best to support nearby people in the ways she knows how. Folks imagine that boosting morale requires jovial tunes and war music, but Aina retains her penchant for the soft and gloomy. Sad music in sad times is a balm for the soul, can make people feel seen. This was true for her, at least.

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Below are some relevant snippets from her Bard book: the first is a dark but silly song lampooning Khulgar Graytide, to be sung as a taunt; the second is a lighter song about a laborer’s unsuccessful attempts at gainful employment with various groups in Mardrun, until he eventually finds the Golden Hand for a happy ending (no, not that kind of happy ending); the third is Aina’s transcription of a traditional Ulven funeral pyre song.

KhUlGaR_1_

When I came back from the warring clans,

I didn’t have a thing where my balls used to hang,

But I had rock chompers and a fine harangue,

Now I’m a fucking hero.

[Chorus:]

Warsworn give me the salute!

Useless curs of ill repute.

Slay your kin, start calamity;

If you wanna be a hero follow me!

and now the boys all envy me,

I fought for Stonetooth supremacy,

With nothing but air where my balls used to be,

Now I’m a fucking hero.

[Chorus]

Clash of iron, voices thunder,

I love our Ulven torn asunder,

I’m a two-timing ball-less wonder,

Now I’m a fucking hero.

[Chorus]

By the Hackles there’s a spot,

Where the corpses of my brothers rot,

So proud of my spineless lot,

How can I be a hero?

[Chorus]

Troubles in Mardrun_2_

I went to the Great Phoenix,

Thinking that they’re rich.

They said, ‘son, what can you do?’

I’m a bit unaware,

But could try to sell your wares…?

Or I can pick and shovel too…?

I can pick and shovel too…

I went to the Broken Blade,

Looking for a wage.

They said, ‘son, what can you do?’

I cannot fight nor drink,

But I know how to sing

I can pick and shovel too…?

I can pick and shovel too!

[Chorus:]

O mercy me, O mercy my,

I’m selling what no one will buy,

When your troubles are so deep, you cannot eat or sleep

See when your troubles are like mine!

See when your troubles are like mine.

I went to the Ravens next,

Dressed in my blackest best.

They said, ‘son, what can you do?’

Well I can barely read or write,

But I can cook alright

I can pick and shovel too!

Pick and shovel too…

I went to the Einherjar,

Hoping to be their star.

They said, ‘son, what can you do?’

While I cannot hunt nor fish,

I could stand on the ship?

I can pick and shovel too…

I can pick and shovel too.

[Chorus]

I went to the Order fifth,

Still trying to find my fit.

They said, ‘son, what can you do?’

Well I’m open to a romp,

Far away from that curséd swamp,

I can pick and shovel too,

I can pick and shovel too

I went to the Blades of Sol,

Begging for a role

They said, ‘son, what can you do?’

Well I usually don’t pray,

But I do work for pay.

I can pick and shovel too!

I can pick and shovel too!

[Chorus]

Then I asked about the Fate,

With their mission so great,

Folks said, ‘son, it’s no can do’

They’ve been hidden since the raid,

Off in some magic Glade.

I can pick and shovel too…

I can pick and shovel too…

I went to the Golden Hand,

And saw them work the land.

They said, ‘son, what can you do?’

I can harvest and bail,

I can lay down some trail,

I can pick and shovel too!!

I can pick and shovel too!!

O mercy me, O mercy my,

Poor me, they finally have hired!!

O my troubles ran so deep,

I couldn’t eat or sleep.

I hope my troubles will decline!

Now will my troubles decline.

Traditional Ulven

Funeral Pyre Song_3_

(not titled)

Raised to love the daybreak of the living,

You must seek to be one with the night,

Your embodiment of lupine fury,

Bathing in Gaia’s flaming light.

We strive and we strive for our names

to be carried on forward.

And again and again do we send

our own to see the Wolf.

Between our bindings of honor,

There are paths to make us whole once more.

You are walking among the tree shadows,

To embrace that which lies in store.

We strive and we strive for our names

to be carried on forward.

And again and again do we send

our own to see the Wolf.

Blind, we’re acting out structures,

Older than we’ll ever know.

Journey, O Journey!

Keep rising out of the pyres!

We strive and we strive for our names

to be carried on forward.

With honor, go onward we send

You to see the Great Wolf.

[Chant 2x:]

Ai! Fara fram, Fara fram, Fara fram.

Out-of-game Footnotes

1: This song is a heavy modification of “Luang Prabang” by Dave Van Ronk. That song is in turn based on the much older “Byker Hill,” an English folk mining tune.

2: Verse lyrics fully original. Melody and modified chorus lyrics are from “Troubles” as covered by the act Anna & Elisabeth in 2015; however, this is an older folk song, attributed to Kilby Snow, approx. 1930s.

3: Lyrics heavily altered, melody largely preserved from the song “The Roses” by Jonathan Hultén.

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