Here I will type up some fiction for my own personal enjoyment, from my personal point of view, the Minmatar being the main focus of the stuff I’m going to write. None of these are official lore in any capacity nor will they necessarily follow established fiction.
The formats will probably mostly follow the style of earliest Chronicles, “infodumps”, item descriptions or such.
EDIT: I originally intended this for my own enjoyment and necessity to get something written every once in a while, but I have since had requests from other people to use this thread, and I couldn’t be more happy to say that yes, if you have minmatar oriented fiction you want to share, you are welcome to do so in this thread, without needing to ask a permission.
The Krusual Saphrem
It is an accepted fact that the Krusual historical records are the most well preserved of all the Minmatar Tribes, and of particular note is the scattered knowledge of the earliest annals of Minmatar history, back when the Tribes still warred between each other for resources and land. Majority is recorded in cave paintings, folk stories and, every once in a while scientifically certifiable evidence is found in the nooks and crannies hidden by time in the ancient lands of the Krusual.
One such story that survives more as spoken legend than anything - but noticeably, in legends of also the Sebiestor and Nefantar - is the story of the Krusual Saphrem. The ancestral lands of the Krusual werent as abundant in arable land as those of the many other Tribes, resulting often in resource shortfalls. That is when the Krusual took up arms, raiding usually Nefantar holds - as they shared the same continent and typically were the easiest opponents to reach - and liberating them of their grain, livestock, and if pressed, also their lives.
The most fearsome and respected members of these raiding parties were the “Saphrem”, clad in simple but effective leather armor, these warriors were typically tall and stocky men armed with heavy, two-handed battle-axes called the “saph-rem” (“man-splitter”). It was said that these men would enter a combat trance, channeling the wind spirits they worshipped, and that their form of combat had been described as “incorporating more grace than you’d expect, coupled with stomach-emptying carnage.” As time passed, just seeing such warriors heading towards them was enough for all but the most foolhardiest or the most well-paid defenders to simply turn tail and flee.
But despite legends of their prowess, the Saphrem were hardly invincible. While devastating one-on-one combatants, they were at disadvantage to superior numbers, which any enemy commander worth their salt would endeavour to exploit - and even the most battle-raged warrior would have to stop once they had no more blood in their body left to fuel it. As weaponry and defences also eventually evolved, the once-mighty Saphrem would have to yield to them.