This scoundrel has declared war on my empire. Like one man taking on many is a war. Moonshine is a outlaw, a badass, a rogue element. He is angry at me cuz I sent my police force to his castle, aka Tristan, the Sword of the South. MoonShine played a bit of a joke on me; demanding Dhirim and Derchios castle in order to keep his friendship. I counter offered, falling for his bluff. But, giggling to himself, Moonshine gave me no answer.
So I rattled my sabre back at him. 'Tristan,' I said, 'Go to Moonshine's lands. Don't attack, but just be there. Everyone knows you don't piss about. If Moonshine threatens me, I'll threaten him. And if he continues, go take Mazigh. That is the fief I offered to trade Derchios CASTLE for. Then we'll see how cavalier he is about these negotiations.'
And Tristan did as he was told, and apparently did it very well. Cuz King Tristan don't dick about, he sends a message loud and clear.
Yet Moonshine and Bryggan still remained friends, cuz they both liked pissing about. But then Bryggan, avoiding the watchful eye of the Empress, consumed some alcohol gifted to him by Moonshine. And he found himself blinded.
And that was the ultimate betrayal; the only thing that would make Bryggan want to hunt down his old friend and comrade: he had given him the cheap stuff. "Damn that bootlegger!" he howled, "I will have his head! One million silver to anyone who kills him!"
For the actual cause of this kerfuffle, please ask Moonshine to post our rather amusing RP styled steam chat. And don't even try edit it, Moonshine, cuz I was not really that terribly drunk that time and I kinda remember what we said!
