Norgeth 1178 Share Posted December 29, 2023 THE UNLIVING CLOCK CHIMES AT THREE [!] The skies of The Grand Kingdom blacken with swarms of mutated and voidally corrupted beetles and vermin, pallid eyes aglow with disdain for life and all that is just. They carry a letter, written upon the flayed skin of poor hapless nobodies in a finely scribed script, dwarven in origin and styling. Just as the hammer strikes the anvil and the clock ticks away, so does your time to respond to my former message and the demands there-in fall into the past. I am a merciful overlord, so I will grant you, those of Urguan, another chance to not only meet my reasonable requests, but to save your precious rune from a fate worse than destruction. You have three stonedays to discuss among your petty leadership and come to a public conclusion, lest the distant Yemekar’s forlorn art be turned in my favour. . . choose wisely. GLORY TO KHORVAD - MIGHT AND AMBITION Signed - Your Master, Chosen of Might, Exalted before Khorvad, MORGUL THE UNDYING ONE 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epicethan4 273 Share Posted December 29, 2023 Lurdoic Irongut angrily reads the Undead Missive. "Weh mus' fink of somethin'.... fast" 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dj_McMuffin 121 Share Posted December 30, 2023 The Vizier of the Chamber of Wind spread a copy of putrid parchment over her desk, dutifully delivered to her. I wish I was informed of this a Saint's month ago... so much to do, so little time... as if on queue a golden pocket watch dangled from the brim of her royal purple hat. The Sickly Sorceress stowed her find to move on to the next project. Perhaps our Dwarven friends could benefit from being put on my schedule. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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