Joseph Datief is a legendary name among the Marauders of Kathos. Spoken about with almost regal admiration, Joseph Datief was the first great Sky Pirate King and a vicious enemy of Rahmos. Notorious for his bloodthirstiness and lack of mercy towards Rahmos ships and crews, Joseph Datief has left a permanent mark on history. To this day, mothers use his legacy to scare their children - “Behave or Datief will make you walk the sky plank”.
The infamous Sky Pirate King had very humble beginnings, but his story serves to show that even the smallest act can have disastrous consequences. Joseph Datief arrived in Rahmos to work as a servant in a large manor due to debts he owed. Though a routine punishment, in the years to come many would wish that Datief had never been brought to Rahmos. After serving five years and paying his debts in full, Joseph Datief turned to piracy and sky buccaneering. Being a Kathos native in Rahmos, he had no other option.
He and his crew were successful for the first couple of years, plucking heavy trading barges from the sky in North Osetia and South Rahmos. However, all good things come to an end - and that end is painful if Rahmos has anything to do with it. His crew was ambushed and slaughtered to the man by a battle barge of the Rahmos fleet. The only survivor was Datief, who had covered himself in the blood of his comrades and hidden among the dead. This experience left Joseph with a furious desire for vengeance.
A few months later, Datief managed to commandeer a new ship and take the people of a trading post hostage. The Rahmosian governor of Kathos sent a battle barge to hunt down Datief and kill him. Datief captured and beheaded the entire crew save one, whom he spared so that a message could be delivered to the governor: "Henceforward, I shall never give quarter to any Rahmosian."
Datief sacked Mithas by attacking it from the land, where it was defenseless. Over the following two months, Datief and his men held the city hostage. Despite the payment of the ransom (20,000 gold ingots), Datief continued to ransack the city, acquiring masses of gems, silverware and silks, a total 260,000 pieces of eight, and a number of slaves. The damage Datief inflicted upon Mithas was so great that the city, formerly a major trading center, nearly ceased to exist.
Joseph Datief and his crew disappeared over the Teltos Sea while battling a barge of the Rahmosian fleet. Legend has it that with his last breath, Datief cursed Rahmos and vowed to return from the grave to deliver his vengeance. Marauders still tell the tales of the Sky Pirate King with a mix of reverence and fear. Reverence for his daring exploits and fear that he will make good on his vow and return.
Marauders are robbers, highwaymen and thieves! But they are all those things combined with tradition! And few traditions, namely thievery and backstabbing, are more important to Marauders than the “Grind”. The “Grind” is the oldest and most famous airship race in all of Kathos. The race was the brainchild of the eccentric Baron Vitale, a very affluent noble in Kathos. The conditions for entering the race demanded that every airship had to have its cannons removed and no weaponry above a certain caliber was allowed. This made for an interesting race – no airship could be blasted out of the sky but marauders could still fire and throw everything that they could at each other.
The first “Grind” was held from Anchorpoint to Baggerstown and won by the marauder Spitfire Johnson, captaining his augmented Taveron – “The Despicable”. Records from the race suggest that aside from the standard low caliber small arms and insults, Spitfire Johnson had mounted a catapult on the deck of his airship and argued that he wasn’t breaking the rules, merely interpreting them. It is notable to say that the night before the race, a shady group of thugs made off with the Trophy so the organizers were forced to improvise.
The Second “Grind” was held from Baggerstown to the Walker Boneyard. It was a race of thrills, spills and interpretation of the rules once more. It was again won by Spitfire Johnson, who after being stripped of his catapult resorted to other means of dealing with the competition. At the start of the race, Johnson rammed his augmented Taveron into the nearby Majestic of captain No-pats Brigs! Upon completing the ramming action, the crew of the “Despicable” commandeered the Majestic and with its improved engines managed to finish first yet again! The move prompted heated protests from the other contestants but Johnson again stated that he misinterpreted the rules as none of his crew used firearms of any caliber during the assault.
The Trophy was placed under the watch of the captain of Baron Vitale’s guard and despite several attempts at theft during the night, managed to be awarded to the deserving Spitfire Johnson! Upon receiving his trophy, Johnson’s crew had managed to load a significant portion of Baron Vitale’s treasury on to the “Despicable” and managed to make off with it.
Now the third “Grind” is coming and it promises to be even more wacky and crazy. A prize has been placed not only on winning the race, but also on information regarding Spitfire Johnson! We will see if he makes the race despite the threat!
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Temperatures are rising in Anchorpoint. As a rule this means more fights on the streets and girls in bikinis lounging on the precipice near the airship dock. It was on a searing hot day like this that the young and still somewhat naïve Sai met Farlix for the first time.
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Sai stepped off the boarding plank, the world spinning in front of her eyes. It was time to enjoy some well-earned hours drinking mojito’s in the sun. Together with her friend Keira she strolled along the precipice finding a good spot to bake for a while. It was nice to enjoy the relative quiet of the beach for a while after having partied all night aboard her airship.
Summer was her favorite season for sure. Walking around in nothing but a bikini and grass skirt all day certainly beat lacing yourself in the corsets that made up most of her winter wardrobe. Sai and Keira had found the perfect spot, just close enough to the booze stand, yet far away enough to not be crowded.
Just as Sai was about to lay down her towel, she felt a hand smack her ass. Furious she straightened herself, balled her fist and punched whoever was standing behind her. As she turned she saw the huge figure of Farlix towering over her, her teeth flashing white in an ear-to-ear grin and Cinnamon casually circling around his ankles. Her fist landed hard on his nose. “I like em spicy,” he laughed: “What’s your name sweetcakes?”
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“No! This alliance must not become reality! It is of utter strategic importance that France does not ally with the Russian Tsar!”
- Kaiser Wilhelm II, Emperor of Germany
It was these words that were the first step on the path that brought the world to where it is today – bitter, angered and merciless. With these words, Kaiser Wilhelm II sponsored the revolutionary movement Narodnaya Volya, with the sole goal of toppling the Russian Empire, thus unknowingly condemning hundreds of thousands from both sides to death.
In place of the Russian Empire came the Soviet Union – a nation centered on the belief that communism is the only way to world peace and equality. A nation that saw the European states and empires as decadent, decayed - a complete antithesis to everything that communism stood for. A society that was an affront which could no longer be tolerated and had to be shown the true way.
Thus, under the pretext that the Soviet Union had an obligation to all proletariat in the world did the Red Army invade Europe. On the night of August 1935, hundreds of thousands of Soviet soldiers and vehicles, grouped in three armies, crossed the border between the recently founded European Alliance and the Soviet Union. The now combined European armies, though unsurprised as they had been preparing for this inevitable clash, were none the less ill-equipped to handle a war on this scale. This war shattered the idea of gentleman’s combat in the battle of Budapest.
The Red Army was pressing hard for the capitals of the eastern countries in the European alliance, sweeping aside all opposition in its path. The Europeans had been on the defensive, falling back before the unchecked might of the Red Tide. The world was changing for them; the colonies in Latin America and Africa had rebelled and seceded, former allies had abandoned them. European High Command was determined to make a stand at Budapest. Should the Soviets carry the day, Austria, Italy and South Eastern Europe could be cut off.
With roughly two million soldiers on both sides, the Battle of Budapest turned into carnage of unimaginable proportions. The Soviet soldiers were hurling themselves into the battle with their European counterparts who were responding to the assaults with grim determination. The sky was darkened from flak and burning zeppelins and aircraft were seen falling from the sky in great balls of fire. Soviet armored divisions were closing around the city ready to encircle the defenders. This would have been a disaster for the European forces, and it was only with the introduction of the still experimental Siege Tanks that the crisis was averted. An entire armored division of the “Earth Shaker” Siege Tanks were hastily dispatched to the battle and managed to inflict such heavy casualties on Soviet armor and morale that the Red Army was forced to retreat. Victory was achieved… but at a terrible price – roughly 500,000 soldiers had lost their lives in the three month long battle. The “Pearl of the Danube” was shattered and devastated beyond recognition.
And for all that, this was only the first great battle of many more to come!
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