Truth Against Ikur/griffin

[Crayfishchris 751]

"I am literally goin' t'haunt every one of y'children."

[- Pastry 931]

"You do that, Kris."

[Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050]

Quavinir sits down in his kitchen, chiding his lifemate, Dwyn, to sit next to him. "Dveen! Sirius wrote meh ahn ovareleh dramateeck laettare!"

The eunuch smiles. "Zees I find funneh, zees I do. Apparaentleh, Voolah- Who haez multteple personaleetehs zought Hyra vas crazeh, ahnd vas tryeeng to haelp hare! Yate, Hyra zought sheh vas haelpeeng Voolah! Ahnd I gaess heh just got tiyared of tryeeng to 'haelp cure' a razare sane farmare, so zaets vhy he veent out ahnd cheataed on hare. Hmm... Maybeh vone of heez personaleetehs, zeh eveel vone vas zeh vone who chose to do zaet

He taps the paragraph of the letter about the lies and wisdom stuffs. "A speereet of a multi-personaleetaed dark aelf who married Eestail-ladeh (Veech eez ahn awful ideah, she's a taed eveel.) ahnd who CHOSE to beh stuck een zeh haed of ahn burnt ahp eveel high aelf eez calleeng meh to be vizare, ha!" he chuckles.

"Ahnd heh say raise hare veezout lies, Pah! I saend laettae een responce?, taell meh vhat I lie!"

*A reply is sent to Ikur/Sirius-Ghost*

"Dear Sirius: HELLO Sirius in Griffin's head, what exactly did I lie about or such...?"

-Confusedly: Quavinir

P.S.: Whats it like inside Griffins skull...?"

[- Pastry 931]

Ikur rips the letter in half before Sirius sees it. 

 

"He knows what he did. I'm tired of playing his silly 'Oh vhat could I evar have done, yeeese? I am Quavinir ze perfect! Petty laws are below mee, as are ze ozar sillee peepel whom I just love to push until breaking and zen fein ze innocence when they lash out in retaliation!' game. He can write as many posters on me as he would like. He can try to paint another evil into the picture. It will not change what he has done. It will not change the cowardice and sick nature of the man. Sirius, do not use my body for such a purpose as writing to a megalomaniac ever again."

[Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050]

*Another letter is sent to Ikur after a significant amount of time without a reply.*

"Dear Ikur/Sirius Ghost:

For some reason,it appears you've apparently forgotten how to write a letter. As you said in your dramatic letter that you were taking questions- I ask why you've not responded, as Im a fair amoumt curious regarding you saying I lied about something or rather.

Impatiently: Quavinir"

[- Pastry 931]

The second letter is thrown into the fireplace in Celiante. Ikur cringes at the scent of the combustion of poorly made stationary.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

To this argument, Artimec offers some very valuable, thought out and logical input:

 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GHOSTS EVERYWHERE WHAT THE ****?"

[Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050]

*A 3rd letter is sent to Ikur.*

"Dear Ikur/Sirius-Ghost:

You've still not responded, which is more than mildly peeving. *A crude drawing of a mildly peeved looking face is written on the letter.*

You outwardly publish a swath of vague and silly information, and when asked to expand upon the large swaths of vague (and possibly untrue) information, you dont respond. It would appear that you two appear to enjoy

leaving people rather annoyed whenever you make a statement. Yet, Im beginning to doubt that in fact Sirius actually wrote the letter - for all I know, you (you as in Ikur) could have very well simply wrote something up, signed Sirius's name, and put it out for all to see.

P.S.: Do I possibly have the wrong mailing address...?

-Signed Peevedly: Quavinir Signus"

[ScreamingDingo 20568]

 

 

Do you call the monks of the cloud temple "Filth"? Whom preserve your lives on a daily basis free of charge?

 

Do you call the clerics of light "Filth"? Whom help keep the forces of darkness at bay, and heal people throughout the land?

 

Do you call all farmers "Filth"? Whom work the earth to provide food for everyone else?

 

 

 

 

 

Camernor looks upon the poster, he lets out a solid. "Yes."

[MetaSolaray 242]

"Hey idiot; you went and died before I could even say goodbye?" A pause as her tone seemed to sharpen, "And /ALL/ the credit? Excuse me I'm the one who found him and brought you over to arrest him, where is my credit?" The figure would huff violently as she stares at the ghostly figure of Kris. Her blue eyes settled on him coldly. "Nice to see the old gang again..." Her tone was softer then, for once.

[DrakeHaze. 2524]

"Pf. As if that man-child ever had any authority in Lenniel. He spent most of his time in Demone's manor fornicating with halflings or something."

Art says, reading this in a quiet high-elf free town of Northitiel, before tossing it away, finding the rest to be pretty amusing.

A much older and beared Cecil appears "Can confirm. Griffin is a young elf, his mind is a fragile thing.. I can't see him going around killing anyone, I mean.. That magic of his has made his body ever so weak, the man uses a bloody razor as a weapon!.. Wait, I killed Quavy for Griffin back in Conclave.. Such bias.. Well I know for a fact on how he attained his magic as I am close to the family that he used as a.. err.. 'Sacrifice'.. Long story short, it's complicated!" looks about Northitiel for a few moments "Where in the Nether is Ibar and Ambros.. And where am I!?"

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

"I don't know but I'm going to stop talking about Griffin now because the fact the subject seems to make me see and hear dead people argue with each other is a good reason to leave it alone."

[Aelu / Rel (Combustionary) 1540]

Relgard shakes his fist at ghost elro.

 

"Go back to being dead dammit"

[Lawrna 440]

To this argument, Artimec offers some very valuable, thought out and logical input:

 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GHOSTS EVERYWHERE WHAT THE ****?"

 

The Eternal Librarian poofs up behind him and bonks him with a copy of Dwarven Babies.

 

"YES."

[OhDeerLord 673]

Dwyn sits quietly sipping a warm drink as everyone freaks out and flails around, patting his husband as he gets more frustrated with the lack of response to his letters

"You'd think that these people that say they know you so well, and know about apparent 'lies' would be eager to state them... Or they'd know you well enough to know that silence just counts as a victory" he shrugs, taking another drink while he goes through his own paperwork and letters.