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Not all bandits are Hueymakt.
Twue, twue. Some of them are Dueymakt! Or even Loueymakt! <Quackbeth>
Not all Hueymakt worshippers are bandits.
(The rest would be at Tarkalor's Gate? helping with a heroic defence if their little flippers would get them up the path in time)
Yes. And some might be on the Lunar side. I think many Durultz believe Kallyr was complicant in the Scapeduck thingee and sold them out at the end of Starbrow's Rebellion. <John>
Most certainly agreed, dear bandido, but not all durulz need such barbaric notions such as vengefulness to bask in the beneficent glow of the Red Moon. Some recognise the warmth and wisdom Inclusion brings, and submit themselves to her graces gladly. Though they're bloody rare. <Stu>
Lucius Ptarmiganus
"Fw-fwends… W-Wuh-W-Woonars… Doowulz!"
Lucius the Heortling durulz was brutally teased as a duckling for his clubflipper and stammer. Excluded from pondgames, he took lonely walks through the Upland Marsh, dreaming of winning battles, approval and glory. Seeking inclusion, he did not flee when the Moon Warriors came, but embraced the Lunar Way. He fell head-over-flippers in love with JarEel? the Razoress, who innocently gifted the besotted Sedenyite a lock of her hair. A devotee of Yanafal Tarnils, Lucius’ thoughts on marshland operations and tactics proved quite profound, leading to a commission in the Blue Dragoons, and his loyal Pelandan squad are quick to defend their officer from anatidaephobic comrades. <Stu>