(Order): You say, "I'm contemplating a new underwear range."
(Order): Aldair says, "Umm."
(Order): Aldair says, "Okay."
(Order): Bahtell says, "Thanks for sharing."
(Order): You say, "Of course."
(Order): Tesha says, "And you disapproved of my bellyring!"
(Order): You say, "It's not an Aarashi underwear range."
(Order): Tesha says, "I do not think you can create something without putting yourself in it, though."
(Order): You say, "Is that a pun?"
(Order): Tesha says, "Three or four layered, yes."
...
(Order): Aurora says, "Excusing the fact that Silas has chosen to desecrate My hearing with discussion about his no doubt perfume-drenched lingerie, greetings, My Aarashi."
(Order): You say, "Haha."
(Order): Aldair says, "Hail, Lightbringer."
(Order): Bahtell says, "Oh my."
(Order): You say, "Hail, my Lady."
(Order): Bahtell says, "Yes, likely dripping with musk."
(Order): You say, "Dripping with... never mind."
(Order): Aldair says, "I really did not need that visualization."
You hear a buzzing, crackling noise from above. A pencil-wide bolt of sizzling energy, too small to be anything but a warning, arcs through the heavens towards you, striking your body and spreading into a glowing azure outline as it burns brightly before dissipating.
(Order): Bahtell says, "Please excuse me while I go scrub my brain."
"Faded away like the stars in the morning, Losing their light in the glorious sun, Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling, Only remembered for what we have done."
A dashing troubadour shouts, "Typical Mhaldorian artists, only willing to perform when there's
hardly any audience!"
Nagarani Jurixe Nithilar yells, "The show must go on even for the few! Those present are certainly
welcome to witness Mhaldorian culture at its finest, considering my gracious invitation was so
rudely declined!"
Nagarani Jurixe Nithilar yells, "Twould hardly be fair to deprive Cyrene of the privilege, and so we
have brought the performance to your very doorstep!"
Declined as such:
You read what is written on a gilded letter of proclamation:
Viceroy,
I apologise if you felt that I had dismissed your letter out of hand. That is not the case at all. In fact, I found your letter absolutely hilarious and have been showing it around. When I feel down or sad, I just read your missive and it cheers me right up, giving me quite the smile. To read something so preposterous and ridiculous is rare and truly it touched me to the very core of my non-blackened heart.
While I am sure there is such a thing as Mhaldorian Culture, I am also equally sure that it is the cultural equivalent of flinging your droppings at one another while grunting and yowling when compared to the culture of any civilised city. Further, the expectation for Cyrenians to pay a minimum of 50,000 gold to a city that consistantly raids their home somehow manages to be both laughable and insulting, so I will give you my kudos for that bit of emotional confusion.
Needless to say, no Cyrenian will be attending your Gala, as the very idea of rubbing shoulders with Mhaldorian elites makes most of us throw up a little bit into our mouths. However, we would invite anyone who truly appreciates culture to consider a lifestyle change and begin the process of moving to Cyrene. For most of you, I would imagine it's a one million gold fine and a sixty year enemy term, but let's face it. It'll be worth it to no longer be Mhaldorian.
With fondness,
Verrucht.
It has been signed with:
Sable, a pair of swords in saltire Argent, the arms of Verrucht
I am glad that the Isle seeks other means to spread what it heralds as the only good and profitable truth via mediums that do not entail mere brute force, however much an afterthought it might be.
However, I will have you know that neither I nor the Crown has any such desire to give heed nor exposure to any supposed culture emanating from the West, however ever fine it may purport itself to be. The grand opportunity to bask in the glory of the Mhaldorian elite is an honour the Crown must regrettably decline.
Any knowledge the Isle secretly hordes is wasted and neglected, paling in comparison to the simple glory of the Seven Truths. It would be offensive that Mhaldor, of all places, would dare to call others short-sighted in declining such a gracious and rare offer, were it not so laughable.
So consider Hashan’s choice made. Nevertheless, if it be sincere, the Crown would be no less than thrilled to see the Isle expanding its horizons, as you so elegantly put it, through the pursuit of knowledge. I look forward to hearing about your historic celebration the Iniquitous Gala is sure to be, though regrettably it must be second hand; I have no doubt that it will eclipse even the Lucretian Athenaeum’s grand soiree.
Regrettably Yours, Vayne des Valois It has been signed with: Azure, on a bordure argent, a fleur-de-lis Or and a crown Or, the arms of Vayne
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If I was still druid...I would be all WOOOHOOO
Now...I'm meh.
^this would excite me if glare/gaze were balance and not EQ
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
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Don't ring that bell though.
Losing their light in the glorious sun,
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done."
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The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
I am glad that the Isle seeks other means to spread what it heralds as
the only good and profitable truth via mediums that do not entail mere
brute force, however much an afterthought it might be.
However, I will have you know that neither I nor the Crown has any such
desire to give heed nor exposure to any supposed culture emanating from
the West, however ever fine it may purport itself to be. The grand
opportunity to bask in the glory of the Mhaldorian elite is an honour
the Crown must regrettably decline.
Any knowledge the Isle secretly hordes is wasted and neglected, paling
in comparison to the simple glory of the Seven Truths. It would be
offensive that Mhaldor, of all places, would dare to call others
short-sighted in declining such a gracious and rare offer, were it not
so laughable.
So consider Hashan’s choice made. Nevertheless, if it be sincere, the
Crown would be no less than thrilled to see the Isle expanding its
horizons, as you so elegantly put it, through the pursuit of knowledge.
I look forward to hearing about your historic celebration the Iniquitous
Gala is sure to be, though regrettably it must be second hand; I have no
doubt that it will eclipse even the Lucretian Athenaeum’s grand soiree.
Regrettably Yours,
Vayne des Valois
It has been signed with:
Azure, on a bordure argent, a fleur-de-lis Or and a crown Or, the arms of Vayne
Hmm.