*A tall man, wrapped in wolves' hides and a terrible blade on his back takes the stand. The look in his eyes is grim as he speaks to the thengoz with a thundering voice*
"- I am Hádáhárjáz, son of Hôder and I come to you on the behalf of my people the bástárnôz, as a brother begging another brother for help. We worship the same gods, we speak the same tongue and although it has been ages since we lived together, there are still elders amongst us who remembers the frozen forests from where we all hail."
"- We the bástárnôz have always been a proud tribe, true to our germanic heritage and valued our own ways high. For several years we held the scythians of The Sea of Grass at bay, but finally they overrun our villages and fortresses. At first, the horse masters respected our gods and we kept our ways. But when the old king died, his son struck down hard on us, destroyed our temples and installed loyal scythians in our councils."
"- I come to this hallowed thengoz to request...no, to beg, for your assistance against the scythians. The bástárnôz is scattered and leaderless, as all our elders, including my father, was caught and murdered to secure the scythians' grip over us. Our eternal gratitude and alliance with the Swêbóz confederation will be yours, if you free us from the riders from the east!"
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