A Plea For Peace

[Imi 425]

"Though we may bend, we do not break.."

The younger Caliphess mumbles to herself repeatedly within the chambers she was assigned in Ard Ghorrock, as if reciting a poem.

She'd be scribbling furiously upon a piece of parchment,handwriting albeit neat, as she'd write out her letter, promptly sending it to her husband back within the Caliphate.

 

 

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

Nafis nods contently and departs Ard Ghorrock, heading North. Almas was on his mind.

[AGP 3169]

"Cold won't be good for my crops... never is," grumbles Bertrand as he cuts down wheat with his scythe. He glances to his slacking farmhand and issues an order, "Keep working, we have to harvest the field before the snow sets in. The Empire needs as many provisions as possible to supply the soldiers, and our stores are almost empty." 

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

The shepherd could be occasionally seen in the Caliphess's chambers, conversing pleasantly with her. Seems he like most other Qali spring fighters simply wanted their people to stop throwing themselves into pointless wars with the dwarves...

[KarmaDelta 969]

" 'slong as women 'ave dangleh bi's uhn dere ches's, 'nd tuh 'oles between dere le's, ah man will alwehs ma'e foolish decisions. A strong man would beh able tuh look see pas' 'is suppose' precious loved uhn ehn ah toime ove s'ress 'nd change, someun 'e tells ahll 'is secre's tuh, would doi fo' even, was onleh a temp'ress all along when deh suppose' en' ove em comes, playin' 'im loike tuh string's ove ahn instrumen' until 'e 'is use be done 'nd 'e es replaced boi anot'a.

 

A man ma'es maneh 'ard choices dat woul' lea' 'im tuh used 'nd tossed, bu' unce 'e's able tuh see t'rough teh words comin from 'is uhn soiren, das 'swen 'e truleh becomes ah man..." chimes Durack as he sits idle, smoking a pipe with the brand of Goldhand.

 

"Mot'ahs seh some crazeh fings tuh dere ch'illuns wehn dere life truleh begins... heh, ef onleh ah could ask 'er whoi sheh alwehs spou'ed strange storehs 'nd nonsense tuh meh... Shame ah cannae duh e'...", he would finish, inhaling from his pipe and looking out at the ever growing cold winter night.

[tilly 5115]

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