lurin deez nuts TO KRUGMAR AND THEIR CAELIAN BRIGANDS

[mika1278 3213]

TO KRUGMAR AND THEIR CAELIAN BRIGANDS

Issued at Year 140 of the Second Age

 

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The orcish and human forces that have arrived at our most serene territories have been a nuisance and have laid harm upon our people through dishonorable practices and banditry of the innocent. My daughter, Princess Freya, has had an attempt on her life by these brigands who are called Caelians. My daughter has survived, but not without having harm done to her, consequences are needed to be had.

DECLARATION OF FREEDOM

Due to the nature of these brigands, there is only one punishment applicable, they shall be granted freedom. This strips them of all rights that our most serene state could offer and are no longer considered a protected entity by law, making them unable to obtain properties in the future and are free to be slaughtered on sight without repercussions for the one that does so.

 

EMBARGO ON KRUGMAR

Until aggression is fully ceased, all horde assets in Lurin will be confiscated by the state and all trade offers will be refused. Merchants of our most serene state will be urged to remove their goods from the markets of Krugmar and their affiliated realms, presumed that any and all trade with krugmar as the embargo us in place is an act of undermining authority of our most serene state.

 

PEACEFUL UNTIL DISTURBED

Our most serene citizens have been assaulted and kidnapped by the brigands of Krugmar and held hostage within their very capital without prior aggression from our people before they were released by force. Our citizens seek peace, yet are not afraid to defend themselves if deemed necessary as our Lurinite spirit deems so. May you come to your senses and make the right choice before one is made for you by your own people.

ETERNAL WE STAND, ESHTAEL KEEPS BALANCE

 

 

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signed,

 

The Silver Lubba

 

[Ragnio 510]

Morgana would read the announcement, a loud sigh escaping her: "They were given many chances before and they simply choose that one? Well...this is their last chance as it seems." She would move onwards, aiming for the workforce building: "Time to prepare everything."

[Traveller 2718]

The infamous, illustrious, legendary merchant, Bane, half of Boon & Bane's and Logistics Guy, took a tight hold of the missive. He gave it a quick glance before pinching his beret with his forefinger and thumb, before cackling. "I bloody told 'em! All these pizza boys do is talk shite, nick shite and assault shite!"

[Jihnyny 5233]

"Mi wonder if the magic makez their meat tazte worze." commented Thraak

[ChaoticRoller 635]

Zelphar reads the missive and says "I always knew this would happen, it was just a matter of time before it happened." He'd place the missive down on a table grabbing a throwing dagger and throws it at the paper with an odd smile.

[panda_bear 127]

Bobrog'Lak laughed at the missive, nibbling on a steak. "Wub duh Twiggiez duing?"

[Royal_sheep 141]

Xancraes was sitting with his pipe above some papers as he found the missive within them, with a slight frown he read through it.
"Such a broad statement, an orc or human unaffilliated with the brigands can be killed without punishment."

[SteppeNomad 1624]

"Never will the bluster of lessers be taken serious! For it is these lubbites who sought to despoil the most ancient civilizations. It is these Lubbites who have ne sheared themselves from the sins of their past! May the greed of their master lead them down a foolish path to utmost ruin!" The Wanax spoke! Though he then thought.  "Perhaps truly though, it is the gladiator pits which will purge some of the weakness" Smiles

[Mescaffier 6197]

"We ought to purge those filfth 'toga elves', first," an aged woman spat, black mists flittering around her open palm. With a hand planted upon the skull of a horse left behind, the thing shriveled and let out a shriek before it turned to ash, blowing away into the wind. "I'm ashamed to call myself an Honorary."

[Faelion Arather 83]

Faelion's eyelids drooped in a deliberate, unhurried motion, embracing a moment of respite as his form settled into the embrace of his well-worn wooden chair. "In the midst of our tranquil existence," he reflected in a voice as gentle as a breeze's caress, "converge various factions, each harboring an unsettling desire to disturb the peace we hold dear." The notion hung in the air, a delicate wisplet of contemplation.

 

Perchance, he pondered, the juncture had materialized for the once-drawn boundaries to be reevaluated—an admission of vulnerability met with a hint of reluctant acceptance. A faint exhalation brushed past his lips, accompanied by the rhythmic dance of his fingertips, coaxing the burgeoning ache at his temples. An unspoken accord between mind and matter, demanding a moment's solace amidst the encroaching clamor. "Perhaps the time has come to consider lowering the gates."