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RUSKAN TREASURES

"The greatest slave of a kingdom is generally the king of it.”

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From the sea to Ruska, a message in a bottle: Directed to whoever leads the Raevir peasants in this current day and age.

 


Ahoy Ruskan,

You may not know me well, but I know you. I was a good friend to many a Raev once a time, just West of the Compass. I have some treasures ye may be wanting, found ‘em in crates washed up on the Emerald Isle… Fairly important ones at that, look all real nice and shiny and all things considered: A saddle for ridin’, crown for wearin’, and I think this one here be a fake eye. Could make a profit if I sold it to a Dwarf... I’ve some shred of honor, and I don’t even have slit eyes or a sun band!

 

Parlay at the crack of dawn, I’ll dock at your ports, and cut a deal. I’ve read the Art of the Deal by Decimus Rovin, do not think twice to try and outwit Captain Talbot. This crown looks nice on me head, and I know how important they are to a King, less you wear a circlet. If I receive no response matey, the bidding begins.

 


 

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YO HO AND A BOTTLE O’ RUM

Captain Thomas Talbot of the Cursed Cannoli

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14 minutes ago, Hero_Prodigy said:

Somewhere far to the east, a former man of the west feels a strange sense of homesickness. He misses the days when the people's man, King Caius, walked amongst them and led with an iron but fair fist. He wonders where the young king ended up, patiently awaiting the day when the West came back with a man of the line of Marna on the throne. 

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Somewhere in a Lorraine-Brothel, Siegmeyers wonders the same, but comes to the conclusion that he probably died in Bastion.

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Stephen yawns, preparing for a journey to the seaside. 

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

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. 

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