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A notice in Ker'lomi

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To true sons and daughter's of Onyx

 

We are not the bug-bitters known as the Mori'quessir. We do not eat flesh or take slaves and have repeated coitus with said slave. If we were to take slaves we'd work them in a mine until they were a useless husk, we wouldn't practice some kind of fantasized mistress-slave coitus with them. We do not venerate a goddess, as that is a form of willing slavery, or discriminate by gender (We discriminate by merit). When you use the tongue of the Mori'quessir, you cause the boundaries between us and them to fade in the minds of the weak. Restrain yourself from using it, else you will be looked on with a negative light. This causes all of us, as a collective people, to be looked poorly on. It's a wretched language for a wretched people, leave its use for scholarly studies instead of public greetings or speakings.

 

We are not barbarians.

 

-Counselor Mizziyrn

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"Amen.

I may not be Mali'ker, but I am certainly aware of the stigma that is held against them.

Strive for progress as a people, Mali'ker."


Kalameet nods in approval.

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A cloaked mali'ker stalks silently up to the board, squinting as his gaze comes upon that of the notice. For many minutes, he simply reads and rereads the words of Mizziyrn. After a time he lowers his hood and scratches his head, the thick black hair cascading down, his gray skin apparent against the pale locks. He turns about, looking to the crowd that may have gathered before turning back towards the notice, nodding.

 

"I approve, it's rather nice to see something like this come up. A respect for one's own people and culture, very nice indeed."

 

With that, Azel bows and strides off, his quiver and bow bouncing softly with each step.

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"Amen.

I may not be Mali'ker, but I am certainly aware of the stigma that is held against them.

Strive for progress as a people, Mali'ker."

Kalameet nods in approval.

Mizz glares at the pale-skin in the city

 

"We don take kindly to you people here." 

 

Mizziyrn spits out a large glob of tobacco and pumps his shotgun

 

" You best go back the way you came, faerie"

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Z'ress glares at the notice. She had watched her mate walk off and her anger could be felt. Taking care to show as little emotion as possible she turns away for her cave home. "Family and Honor above all else." she reminds herself.

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Mizz glares at the pale-skin in the city

 

"We don take kindly to you people here." 

 

Mizziyrn spits out a large glob of tobacco and pumps his shotgun

 

" You best go back the way you came, faerie"

 

Kalameet balls his fists, starting to rub his cheeks,

"Whaaa, whaaaa!"

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, setting off.

 

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Kalameet balls his fists, starting to rub his cheeks,

"Whaaa, whaaaa!"

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, setting off.

 

Mizz returns to his porch, fetches his Banjo, and begins to play songs about fishing

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Hosper smiles as his gaze falls upon the notice. As he reads through it a wide smile begins to cross his face. 

 

"It seems one wishes to return to the ways of honor among the 'ker. The Mori have been held in far to favorable light in the past moons. Perhaps the ways of old shall return and the respect for out people with it. "

 

Hosper nods to himself as he finishes reading and rubs a small imprint on his left arm. 

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Nienna smiles as she reads. "It's good to read this. It seemed as if only yesterday khel could be seen on the streets of Malinor touching spiders inappropriately. It's nice to see how far they've come."

She then turns her head, and notes mizziryn's treatment of kalameet with a frown. "...And how far they still need travel."

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Mizz returns to his porch, fetches his Banjo, and begins to play songs about fishing

Mizz returns to his porch, fetches his Banjo, and begins to play songs about fishing

Artimec mows Mizziryn's lawn for minimum wage.

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Artimec mows Mizziryn's lawn for minimum wage.

Due to far right conservatives, mizz has managed to pay you below minimum wage. Congratulations.

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Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.

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