- Pastry 931 Share Posted September 20, 2020 NO ESCAPE FOR THE DILIGENT Or, less gravely, NEW MAELUNIR ANNOUNCEMENT Now that the likeable Laurir Maehr’tehral has vacated his position of Sohaer, and the marvelous Mister Uradir has departed from his position as Maelunir, I – Ikur Sullas, Maheral – appoint the former to the once-position of the latter. Nelgauth Maehr’tehral may retire when he is dead. MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
FlemishSupremacy 6115 Share Posted September 20, 2020 Elathion points and laughs at Nelgauth, who is dragged back into service. Meanwhile, he quietly enjoys his retirement while raising his son. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Johann 2498 Share Posted September 20, 2020 Somewhere in Arcas, Muriel grimaces for Nelgauth. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
shay 2582 Share Posted September 20, 2020 The forcibly retired maheral chuckles from wherever she is, before returning to her ghost-beet land. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
squakhawk 14043 Share Posted September 20, 2020 The Matriarch watched over her brood as her family played peacefully within the confines of her sanctuary. Ripped and twisted appendages of dark slowly freed themselves from wrapping over her walls as treacherous snakes and vines, coiling over her perfect creation. She swirled the glass of deep red within her right, a light hint of curiosity as she glanced unto the folded notice to her right. It had been a long time, since the ‘thill was curious.”One, two, or three; why don’t we see.” She murmured lowly, as a bulky, shadowed advisor approached her flank; murmuring lowly, in a harsh tongue. Satisfying sounds, she thought, as she unfolded. She looked to the letter with a dull expression, reading it over in full. She found no change by the end, half-folding it and setting the disgraced parchment to where it once sat. ”How Predictable.” She uttered oncemore, the Uradir then taking her inkwell and quill, writing upon the back of the same, bruised letter. ”One. How could I have guessed more correctly, my mal’onn. Now it is up to whether two or three yields true; façade or none. I do not envy you.” The envious ‘thill wrote, leaving her letter upon the meeting room within her manor. She went down to her lab, and disappeared; within the darkness of so, eyes of true sight watching within the walls of the Blessed Bastion. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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