Bloody Harvest

[Curator]

"An utterly lawless land..."

In many parts of Meranthe, people strove to learn, titles of successful stateswomen were given out, and the citizenry toiled and worked away in shops and mines.
But that was all in the safety of nations boundaries, the settlements that were seldom left and cared for outside of. Outside the safety of the eyeshot of castle walls were the hinterlands filled with farms, mines, and small homesteads not unfamiliar to those constantly on the roads following the water. These always seen but never spoken of abodes didn't share their less-rural cousin's perks.

A series of bloody clashes lasting half a year took place on a single farm alone. Raiding parties of Varrach, 'King of Death', as they called him, struck at the farmlands of the small tribe of Kozaks. The attacks were repetitive, several times just barely fending off the warband led by Imperium and Veda, two bloodthirsty undead who have not given their enemies a moment of respite.

The defenders employed by the tribe were the errant Shigenobu Clan stood their ground on the farm. With pyrrhic successes each encounter. The Clan's leader Shiri upholding her agreement to the small gathering at the riverside to the Wild Jungle, lost an arm to her word in the last encounter. Brutally ripped from her by one of the Undead leaders... Brave but not yet powerful to contest the enemy. The defenders had been run down to a retreat from the land, leaving field of battle with heavy injuries.

The only thing left to fight was not a local or a sellsword.. But a passing by Knight who often bought food supplies.


As described to an artist by a local afterwards.
Iaxel the Shadow,
Knight of Momentos, It's eyes upon an old quarrel. 
Veda.
Nothing deprived the Knight of enacting it's wroth upon the undead when the time came.
In the night sky hung the moon, and below it only torches of the raiding party and dim campfires lit up this illusive warrior. The darkness would be their friend, and like a noose around the neck the Shadows were commanded as a second weapon to accompany the blade. The raiding party fled west across the bridge when all was said and done, the Knight monolithic a silhouette imposed upon the surroundings now once again lit up by the locals.

No doubt more violence will come to the Jungle and the Kozak camp, however the momentary saving grace was not without thanks and without lesson.
Something had to be done to change this bloodshed.