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Umircen Sea Rangers, the Navigators
Aug 24th, 2009 by L Stephen O
The Sea Rangers
 
 It is known how our folk came to inhabit these isolated island fastnesses of Umircea.  We are those who chose to live a civilized life and yet always we chose to live apart.  So it was that we, when we recognised ourselves for what we were, peopled a village among wild hunters, a town among small farms, and when the gobli and human kind went to war we built out city amidst the sea and left them to their warring.

And so it was that we chose to expand to other isles, to seek safe havens in the seas and waterways near the coast and to treat with others from fortified hold fasts, or on the coast from ships in strength.

When we found a lonely shore we would note it and the resources there found.  We were always short of good lumber so often lumberman followed close on the heals of explorers.  With good timber we built great ships to range up and down the coast.  Other coastal people would try to compete, but we were the first and easily the best tradesmen.  We ranged north of our northerly home to trade for iron and gold with the Rus and far to the south for spices, cotton, and sugar from far to the south of the great Khan.  We are the Kings of the great Western Ocean.

We have become a great people, but we have not forgotten how we came out of the Gaels who had enslaved our fathers over the Eastern mountains.  Nor have we forgotten that our fathers came from a land beyond even the stars.  All this we, the Navigators, remember.

Are we not the true sons of Captain Bailey and his sky sailors?  We have lost the stars for now, but wide we range upon the Seas even, it is said, beyond the spine of the world.  Though none have returned from the far side of the world, one day they will.

The Rus and the Ice Folk
Aug 24th, 2009 by L Stephen O

The Rus and the Ice Folk

Ours is a cold hard world of red rock and ice.  But better to rule in Hell… much worse to serve there.  So we thank the gods of ice and fire that we are not the ice folk.  They are our subjects, our prey.

We have the magic of iron.  We have the slavers chains.  We have the branding irons.  But we have a fear of them ever rising against us so the only answer is to keep them crushed to the ground.  This we do with our ice ships and our contempt for them.  The best and the brightest we cull and sell to the south.  The strong we use in our households and mines, under close watch, lock and key, and the whip. The devious and sly we use against their own folk.

Through their labors we live well enough.  It is ironic that once we had left the Gaellic chains behind it was the ice folk who led us to this place.  They hunted and fished, feeding and clothing us, they even took a turn in the mines and gathered the thin timber on the spine of the world with us.  They prefered the ice while we exploited the red rocked scab.  Then, when wood and iron had made us stronger, we took from them what they would have freely given.  And then we took their freedom.

Our is a cold hard world, we Rus who live near the endless ice.  Some say that we serve to keep their blood lines fresh.  Some even say the slaves we take live better with us as thralls than they would on the ice.  Easy to say as the master.  Tis better to rule in Hell than to serve in heaven, or so said the Devil and so say the Rus, finding our place in this cold hell.

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