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A ransom note is made public in Vanderguan and the rest of Vailor.

 

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"Dear Arlen Kharadeen,

 

For bending knee to Harold IV and the half-men, you have betrayed the Qalasheen and Vander people. The blood of Shaheen Alame of the Northern Bank is on your hands - after demanding he surrender and he complies, you strangle him. You are no Holy Man, no voice of Allah. And reparations must be made.

 

We have your wife, Irsia Kharadeen. You are to respond in 24 Khali Hours or your wife will be executed. Our demands are simple, as they are either equal to what was stolen.

 

Demands are as follows:

10,000 minas. (For the property and livestock stolen).

30 Diamonds.

A carbanium pickaxe.

A crate of Iron blocks (64).

Five Hookahs (Brewing Stands).

72 Khali Hours for us to clear the insurgency compound of our belongings (region perms for that set time to clear furniture, etc.)

Anything else that was stolen.

 

You may send up to TWO representatives. They will meet at the double portcullis at Ard Ghorrock UNARMED. If the demands are not met or if you attempt to trap us, then your wife will die.

 

Best wishes,

Nafis."

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Saharfajhari gives a wry smirk of approval to such, wringing her hands together as she hawkishly eyes the claimed 'Caliphess' from afar. Once again, she sets her pipe alight, exhaling an exaggerated cloud of smoke into the dull air.

 

"She's not worth that lot- but surely Arlen cares enough for her return . . ." she muses into darkening environment, reeling further inside her temporary place of residence. 

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"These people are terrorists. It is t'ey who betrayed t'e Vandorian people," Thorgran would remark.

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(Arnt all rebellions at this time null and void?)

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Some smelly peasants hear the news. "Let her die" they say, returning to their work.

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A Doomforged hears of this, and shakes his head while staring into the fire of his camp "Per'aps t'ere's somethin' ah can duh ta' 'elp." He packs his small amount of items, then starts on the trek to the Caliphate.

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Irsia would be in her comfortable chambers in the keep, hands bound. She'd spot Sahar from some distance away, smirking lightly as the two women exchange glances. She'd tut quietly, promptly averting her gaze, "Sinful *****.." She'd mutter to herself, readjusting her skirts.

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Shynys raises a critical eyebrow at the captured women. "Really that hair with that dress, she deserves to be in that cage." "Madam would never even step a foot out of the Palace in that mess." 

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"Not even worth the effort," says Rilkor snuggly tucked away in his den.

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1 hour ago, Hiebe said:

(Arnt all rebellions at this time null and void?)

Rebellions in the form of warclaims, yes. People can still Rply do stuff.

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"No wench is worth that much," sighed Archembalt. "Hardly worth the time or effort. This is why you don't get into relationships, especially in such a position like a Caliph."

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"If it's necessary,"  states Gareth Hawthorne with a slight grimace. 

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"AUNT IRSIA!" the child screams as he reads.

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