[Jeonsa]

I want my hat back!
"Damned land bandits. Annoying little runts they are. Lets take em for all they got boys!"

And so the captain returns to the ship with a few stabs on his stomach. Missing his hat. Rallying up the crew willing and able. He makes his speech to them. Word of it spreads. Seems the crew of the Flying Devil are going to be making their first mark. Though against an unusual foe. From what he calls a 'band of adolescent bandits that need a lesson'. None the less. Seems a war between small groups is about to break out on the continent. 

"To my Crew. Im annoyed with these toll makers. These land brigands. Let us show em what we are made of aye? To Hrimnir and Canary's little band of brigands. We are boutta show ya how its done! Fill ya pockets. For we are taking everything that aint bolted down to the floor. And we are gonna make ya forcefully disband. This place aint big enough for multiple groups now. So prepare. And im comin to take back my damn hat!" - Captain Roman of the Flying Devil

War:
Brigand groups on Meranthe.
Hrimnir's Group.
Canary's Group.

Goals:
Looting and Pillaging!
Getting Roman's hat back.
Dismantling of the Hrimnir's Group.
Dismantling of any Bandit Groups on Meranthe.

[caeso]

Knock knock.

"Whose there?"

"...who was that, again? Roman?"
"Ah. Well, I'm sure you've got it well in hand."

Somewhere, a dissatisfied Giant is laboring over a great big book of fables with his broken hands and an idiot's smile on his face. There is a mild commotion; the likes of which occurs when someone is being told something they already know well. Outside, the bitter shadows of a black woods' dance and weave, and despite the graveness of a threat upon his merry band of marauders, absolutely and utterly nothing has changed in the small escape from the world that was his personal Wonderland. Only at insistence does the young man finally raise his attention from the book, and snap it shut with a loud bang.

He puts on his coat, and prepares to go out to visit a dear friend in the night.

"...if you insist, I suppose."
"We'll make it the next attraction at our tea party."