A warm introduction - A Tale from the Vistulian Tavern

[Wulfery 832]

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 The below post is a description of a PLAYER MADE EVENTLINE. Any of the southern nations that would be interested in taking part in it can reach out to me in private messages, and I can try to arrange a proper event for them as well to get tied into the grand scheme of things!

 

 None of the enemies presented are tied to any of the cultures, groups, settlements or nations. I would ask that you treat it only as a cool chance for some playermade eventline!

 

A warm introduction - A Tale from the Vistulian Tavern

 

 

 - A fine Narada! - Velichko Duhovni spoke to the people gathered in the tavern. They have just finished discussing the situation in Vistulian Clandom, previously known as the Daelish-Vistulian land. Seeing that their Piast was captured nearly a year ago, it came as no surprise that there was a lot that had to be done. In the end, running a leaderless settlement in such a fresh state was quite troublesome. - Vladimir will be happy to receive the Screowl. Minto yurr idea was a blessing, iedin that will help the muz find a bit morre… compassion… to the crreaturres of the Radaghasts forrests.

 

 The joy from the conversation in the tavern continued for a while. As the Lesnik of Vistulia - Keeper of Nature, for those of you who may not be familiar with the odd Vistulian terms - stood up to go outside, in a bit of a haze he struck face first into a man who blocked the entrance to the tavern.

- U-uh..? - Minto spoke surprised, looking up. In front of him stood a man with a truly brutal demeanour, holding a bardiche upon his right arm and a crude smile on his face.
- So! The famous Vistulia! Deserts brought many interesting news about your land! - Raspy voice broke the conversations inside the tavern. All eyes turned towards the entrance, as a group of ruffians made their way behind the leader, firmly blocking the way in. - Do tell me friends! Where can I find your gold and other valuable trinkets? I’m sure you won’t mind to share!

 

Well… they did mind.

 

 Floor in the tavern was covered in blood. Four of the bandits were sprawled out on the ground motionless, having all sorts of fatal wounds. But it wouldn’t have been a proper brawl if it would be so one sided. Vistulians took quite a hit as well, having their Vojvodz - A marshal of sorts, once again for those who may be unfamiliar with our dear friends from the south! - sprawled out on the ground with broken ribs and a firmly roughed up face, Fable the wonderful ticking machine not ticking anymore, and with Minto stuck under one of the motionless bodies.

 In the end, they captured the leader, and lost one of the bandits as he escaped before they could react. But the one they took into captivity was worth enough. After some truly kind convincing, they found out all they needed to know…

 

  Men who scaled their cliff sides and snuck way in as the Vistulians were taking part in Narada were from a travelling warband that marches through the southern deserts. Having no precise tie to any of the nations, they were only looking for a pretty penny, and thought that taking the most primal of the Southern Nations would be easy picking.

 Of course, as the previous story tells, they seemed to have made a bit of a miscalculation. It happens to everyone! Shavad, leader of the small vanguard told them that their main goal was to only scout the isles, but seeing an empty central isle they got greedy and tried to take the glory for themselves, not aware that the entire community was in a Great Hall at the Narada.

 

 In the end, Vistulians released the man after he bought his freedom, in accordance with Radaghastian culture. Having found out that this was but a fraction of the actual warband, they knew now that they would soon have to deal with a bit more than just a few ruffians.

 

 When and how? They weren’t sure. All they were told was that Tyrvald, the desert Warchief, would not give up as easily, once he smelled a coin. So it was a good time to prepare their arms.