TO BANISH AN AZULITE

[S1nnerVsSa1nts 339]

TO BANISH AN AZULITE

 

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Published 14th of the Amber Cold 125 SA

 

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The Azulite known as Ailise is hereby Banished from the Ashen Realm of Nor’asath for the following: 

 

Four Counts of Felony Assault on Citizens of Nor’asath, 

• The unlawful intent to or act of committing bodily harm to any individual within Nor’asath’s borders.

One Count of Felony Arson and Major Destruction,

• An attempt to willfully and maliciously set fires, intent on destruction. Any act of mass destruction or mass, permanent alteration of property.

Previous to the issuing of this Banishment the ‘Ker known as Ailise had been issued numerous warnings and branded as an Azulite to be reformed by the Maehr Clergy. All attempts of rehabilitation failed, forcing the state to now issue the following decree. Let it be known that the Azulite known as Ailise is a dangerous Blood Mage unafraid to use the power she wields for her own needs and sick humor. 

 

Ailise is to be Killed on Sight by all Silan’siol if spotted near or within the city’s walls. 

 

Ulavaen of Nor’asath Luna Delevoye, Lord Commander of the Silan’siol, andClan Matriarch of Delevoye

 

Primarch of Nor’Asath Netseth Loa’chil, Prince of the Mali’ker, and Clan Lord of Loa’Chil

 

[Frisket 4538]

“Imagine….” said a certain Elfess chuckling

[UniBearse 922]

a certain Maehr had mixed emotions seeing this, he had thought there was a chance for them not to be labelled as such.

[Puglord 192]

a wild dark dwarf grumbled, knowing that there must be others who were doing it and Ailise was blamed on some of those assault charges

[Nectorist 12869]

Jared Dune consumes a large mouthful of these missives. He needed to recover after his most recent failure, his embarrassment. He had allowed his sweet little apple pie to elude his wiles! Not again, though, he promised himself. Women would come to accept in his glory, all thirty stone of it, or they would pay. All of them. As he reads over one of the missives, his large gut aching from the toxic, potent combination of parchment, ink, and that morning's breakfast of tarts and coffee, he grins widely at the words he reads. The people of Nor'Asath may be inferior to he, a human of pure stock, the very design of Horen himself, but they would reward him handsomely if he found and killed this rouge actor. With a horde of flies buzzing about him, no doubt drawn to the scent from his unwashed pits, he slowly trudges his way to Nor'Asath. Jared Dune's ascent to fame, luxury, and the status of Almaris's most desired man, was soon to begin.

[Morigung-oog 5697]

From afar, Valindra smirked, glancing over the scarred sides of her hand, product of the spear Ailise had driven through her hand.

 

“And I was correct- I wouldn’t have to lift a finger to deal with the likes of you. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, oem’ii.”

 

 

[Kumoko600 106]

"Some Maehr are just not fit for society, it seems." Anerian would mutter to herself as she peered up at the Missive posted by the Nor'asath Tavern, pondering how long it would be before Ailise violated her banishment.

[oryP 1068]

The ‘ker looked at the missive, barely reading even a word. Reaching the bottom he’d show visible disgust. “What the **** is a ‘Lord Commander’ and why do they feel entitled to be above the princes signature, ******* troglodyte.” Spitting on the missive, Relnol then crumbled it up and tossed it into his fireplace.