Bodark / BODARK

Just like back home on terra we are all but a myth, a story told to naughty children who misbehave, but always lurking. In Slavic folklore you hear stories of wicked creatures who lurk in the dark, that devourer naughty children and unexpecting lost victims. Not quite the case but not far off either. One such story told is that of a group of men who chose to shun and forsake society for its corruption and greed, and chose to live in the wilds, the outlands, and the darker parts of the world. Men who chose to become wolves. We do not prey on the lost, weak or helpless, we do not take from those who have nothing or those who struggle to survive, at least… not very often.

We seek out freedom above all and bow to no man. Held by no law, heed to no warnings, and shall be provoked by none with impunity. We are not criminals who freely lash out on bystanders or those who merit not the attention, and will always be given a fair chance at first. Our structure resembles a Militia with no one person in power, those who are in a position to speak for others must speak for the benefit of those under their position and look after the family. Everyone has a roll and a job to do or at the least something they accel at, nobody needs to be unique, but sufficient enough to take care of themselves and help the family. Pirates, no… just free men.

We are wolves. We hunt as a pack or at times alone, but unlike the animals we follow one code as if it were the word of the gods… Never turn on family.

Acta Non Verba

Art By: Johnsonting