Chrysalis

The Folk are, to some extent, an insular people. They hold a firm belief in relying on one's own strength to accomplish a goal, and as such, don’t like solving their problems through the power of coin. If they are lacking a particular resource, then by far the more honourable course of action is to go out and acquire it for themselves, yet, in a complex world, such simple solutions do not always present themselves.

Since the Coalition was formed, that is, the united front of all the disparate clans that went on to be known as the Folk, they have engaged in an often clumsy and frequently error-ridden walk toward diplomacy. Early alliances were formed with the bruan’chii, yet their nature as a people remained generally warlike and suspicious.

After becoming entangled in battles they could not win, namely against the Legion and the Empire of Sand, the leaders of the Coalition decided a different approach needed to be sought. Ever since, we have witnessed the gradual opening of Freehill to trade, and a warmer, if still somewhat chilly, approach to diplomacy.

Excerpt from “An Outside History of the Folk” by Wassal

[What have you been doing?] Eran Thouris demands. [I’ve been fielding all sorts of enquiries about ‘the giant ant monster’ instead of negotiating prices like I should have been doing.]

I was called back to the temporary nest by some ant messengers during my twelfth fight. A seemingly never-ending line of challengers appeared over the course of my first few bouts, and I was worried it would be rude to decline the challenges, so I ended up stuck there for a while.

Fortunately, nobody too tough showed up, and the summons gave me a graceful means of retreat. Of course, when I get here, I find a rather annoyed brathian negotiator waiting with her family and the rest of the delegation.

[I’ve just been fighting in the pits,] I defend myself, holding up my front two legs in a ‘cool out’ sort of motion. [I haven’t been able to go anywhere without getting challenged by a bevy of sword-wielding Folk. I got through twelve this morning, and there were probably another twenty in line when I got your message.]

She’s annoyed, I can tell she’s annoyed, but I can also tell she doesn’t want to yell at me. I’m a valuable business partner after all.

[I shouldn’t be surprised,] she eventually mutters to herself. [The Folk are obsessed with fighting, always have been, and the chance to prove themselves against a rare, mythic monster is like throwing gold in front of a brathian. They can’t possibly resist.]

open her people are with their own greed. They know exactly what they’re like, they just don’t care

but all my contemporaries want to discuss is the exciting monster that came with us. If you’ve been beating high-ranked

use: this story is on Amazon without

beat the heck out of

[Who are they?]

guards. Well, they were. They went back to the… place… thing, or whatever,

[Of course they did.]

to the pit and negotiate with them while I’m fighting. If I keep beating up on strong warriors, then it should only serve as a good for the Colony’s

into

strategy. When will you be

the city and get a bout in five minutes. I

so she rushes off to make preparations. Her brother-in-law, Marzban, sticks around to

against the Folk?] he asks. [Do you know the ranks of

course. The highest was eighth. I’ve not fought a blademaster yet, but I’m guessing it won’t be

shakes his

do not draw my

you, like, the only one in

and Marzban taps

impressive you’ve been able to fight so well. The Folk are renowned for their duelling prowess and monster-slaying ability. If you really do manage to find yourself in the pit with a master, be exceptionally careful. They have special protections in this city that you do not