The Cattle Raid of Koli

1625, Early Fire Season

Dramatis Personae

What Really Happened

Notable Moments & Quotes


This will be recounted either as extracts from Berra JarangsdottiHumaktisaga, or from The Sonnets to Mellia, Sweetest of Healers, White Lady of Esrolia.1Authors are unknown; see later logs for discussion. Unsurprisingly, there will be stylistic differences, but these will be resolved, where possible, using authorial voice. No traces of a proposed ‘Skaflocsaga’ survive. There is speculation about why.2According to Garin there is some evidence of the suppression of Praxian voices of this era. It is to be noted how many other Praxian epics have descended, compared to the Sonnets.

Bright her eyes, Brave her heart
Bold Berra, Jarang’s daughter,
Venna summoned, Argrath’s vizier
Votivess of Urox

Saying sadly, stolen cattle
Swiftly seen, leaving camp
Leaving loyal Huscarls hungry
Leading Skafloc, then launched forth

Berra was summoned by Venna. Someone had been stealing Cattle, in a raid, which had managed to hit a local village. The problem is, those cattle had been due to be driven to the Army of Argrath, still consolidating his hold on Sartar, and without them, the army might not be able to be kept in the field. Berra and a Waha hunter initiate, Skafloc, were sent out to get them back, and find who was responsible.

They left, and en-route to the village of Koli, they came across a road block, manned by a Duck, demanding a toll. Berra was inclined to ride him down, but Skafloc saw more armed Ducks in the shrubbery. Berra intimidated the Duck into letting them pass, unhindered, and no poorer.

Sweetest Lady, long she travelled, o’er the land
Carried healing, wandered as Chalana’s Hand.
Saw the sorrows, thain and peasant
Salved the wound, and made it pleasant

Came a spirit, shaking sickness
Upon the brother of a noble heiress
Begged to Mellia, sweetest healer
Would she do her best to aid her?

That White Lady, best and brightest
Came and soothed with salves the lightest
Met she Berra, Humakt’s favoured
Met and melded Lightbrings pledge

Mellia, travelling through Sartar, bartering healing for food and lodgings, came to the same village of Koli. Her robes were cleaned, and she noted the care taken, and enquired why. It seemed one of the warthanes’ sons was dangerously ill. She who had cared for Mellia’s clothing with such care hoped to bring the healer to him. Naturally, as healers are kind of obliged to help as able, this wasn’t a big ask, and Mellia settled down to contend with the sickness.

Meanwhile Skafloc and Berra went out and picked up the trail of the raiders, and left without their healer, because seriously, what could possibly go wrong with that as a plan? Fortunately, they didn’t make great time, partly because Skafloc was having to track the herd, but mostly because Berra, one of nature’s infantrywomen, regarded the horse she was on as something adjacent to trying to ride Storm Bull. (Skafloc merely regarded it as the pariah beast of Prax, and refused to have anything to do with it.) Consequently, after Mellia had saved the day, she was able (by clinging to the back of one of the Carls from the village as he did the difficult “riding” bit) to catch up, just as our heroes were encountering the corpse of Razig, propped up on his slaughtered Rhino, facing deeper into Prax, as though waiting for something.

Noble Bera, Bearing Sword
Bade the Khan to rest then well
Ride to Urox, Roughest fighter
Rage against the Lying Lunar Spawn
Listened Raziq, Lay he quiet
Lofted high above their height
Saw the Heroes, Heard their questing
How their journey just began

Flowing freely o’er the praxie(*)
Fairest Mellia then did see
One beyond her way to heal
Led them as her heart did feel
Away from Razig, Frenzied killer
After foes who felt yet iller
Softly spoke she, to her party
That she would heal and leave all hearty

(*) Praxie: A neologism, or portmanteau, combining Prairie and Prax. Esrolians sometimes try and be too clever with their poetry.

Long Yelm lingered, o’er the heroes
Left them e’er their quest they closed
Saw they scuttling, in the gloomtime
Swiftly turned towards the sight
Not though Lunars, Lady Chaos
Lept forth, instead a lusty Uz
Heit Leadbiter, led a trade trail
Listed where their foes had left
Thanking Trollkind, sped the threesome
Thrusting quick, like Yelm’s own spear
Sprung they upwards, over screeslides
Sought they then the higher sight
Looked down pon them, dev’ious devils
Lurking down in darkened dell
Launched they arrows, Like the Lightning
Lept from Orlanth’s Mighty Thews
Seeing sword was swiftly needed
Silently, did Berra slip
Down amongst them, like a Dervish
Deftly striking each one down
Almost slain then, saved as Mel’ia
Sought Chalana’s healing hand

Amongst the falling fearing foe
Strode a healing hero so
Each there saved, who would take it
Saving even those who’d freely quit
Chaos serving, but the foeman rather die
Than see the lie.
Wept she then, pon broken shield and splintered haft
Wept Chalana, Wept then Mellia, wept they as Humakt just laughed.

  • 1
    Authors are unknown; see later logs for discussion.
  • 2
    According to Garin there is some evidence of the suppression of Praxian voices of this era. It is to be noted how many other Praxian epics have descended, compared to the Sonnets.