Ibn Khaldun 7729 Share Posted February 21 𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮 Farisbarii paced the length of his tipi circle, addressing a young Kwee' and dictating words being written on a letter addressed to Atemu-Ta. "Aktubu Padreyo hil'Rahmunyaan min shivir hil'Kwee'Hayastaani. Kyooɳ tlee'ktubuuna shaalo risala hila kulli Aevos? Hal shaalo hazaazah bayna hil'Hurkaan wa hil'Rahmunyaan?" He took the letter from the young scribe and added his own translation, adding detail in the Common that read: I write to the Father of the Rah'muna from the camp of the Kwee'Hayastaani. Why do you write this letter to all of Aevos? Isn't this feud between the Orcs and the Rah'muna? We would be happy to host you and the Rex at the Camp-atop-Mesa in order that you two work out an amenable agreement - our people being pleased to maintain a sanctuary for feuding parties to parlay without risk or worry of attack. You need not draw attention to the desert and its sands and all who dwell in it, cherish it, and hunt throughout it alone though. 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Azukazi Khuzai 138 Share Posted February 21 A hoplite frowns reading this. He crossed his arms and tapped his foot. "I have labored and toiled to get good Atemu back to the desert. What is with this? What is wrong with the lodge? For what reason do you say it is not a good and fair organization? You call for purity and for comradely, yet you wish to stick a knife in the back of your Lads who have labored to help you?" Stelios frowned harder as he continued to write to Atemu. "Tell me, oh Atemu, what is the reason that you don't want to be associated with the lodge? Is it because it is currently headed by the ayatollah Madoki? Anyone can become motsham through proper initiation. Even yourself. There needs not be any conflict, in fact, there should be only friendship. We have a great chance, and we are brothers. Do you believe the efforts of your brothers, your LADS is not worthy? Pamphilos' love for you is not misplaced, comrade, neither is mine. We have sworn oaths to be lads, and lads help lads. Let us meet upon the high mount with the chief of the Kwee, and the motsham. Let us use words and logic to bring about purity and progress. I hope to hear your response, so we can bring about the Pure Age together. -Stelios of The Hyptos" 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chrisoulis777 255 Share Posted February 21 *Started to read upon the missive , with his eyes widen before upon seeing who was the one that made the workshipping idol upon the qalasheens claimed lands "They dare come to our claimed lands , and build such thing without even letting us know? such disrespect will not go unnoticed... this pharaoh or what ever his name might be and his fake god have not more than 1 saint day to destroy such disgrace, or they shall feel the wrath of allah" The sheikh of the qalasheens said before spitting upon the idol before riding of to inform his kin 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
DrunkPapaBear 1975 Share Posted February 21 The Raguk yeller was sharpening his greataxe when the missive reached him. "Cannub trust the words of lesser beings. Should never have been trusted to follow the path of the spirits." The blind uruk set on to rally more warriors and end the filth of the west once and for all. "Dishonnor ahm to be met with grîsh. Izû skaat ah-lât gaam-golug Atemu." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wasteland_Shaman 29 Share Posted February 21 (edited) Gutlug’Lur on the back of a horse through the desert with his travelling companion, the Qalasheen Debb Bin Abdullah Al-Shams, after they had stopped by the Oasis. The two had spoken at length of Rah’tamu’s violation of the Oasis promised to the Qalasheen, when during their ride back to Orgrimmar, Debb had produced one of the letters sent to him. Gutlug’Lur looked upon it, hastily read it, and spat into it and continued his ride back to the Capital. Tossing the missive into the desert sands as their steed rode off, leaving dust in their wake. Edited February 21 by Wasteland_Shaman 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
_Jandy_ 3192 Share Posted February 21 Grothzark'Dom had delivered his report back to the Motsham and it was one of despair. His stomach turned and he laid awake deep into the night. His discussion with the Rah'tumans had backfired. He had ventured into the foreign lands with a heartfelt and genuine desire to prevent conflicts with the Pharaoh and his peoples. He pleaded only for Atemu-Ta to meet with Motsham Madoc. Yet he was rebuffed, and not only this, those witnesses within the library of Te'uth now saw him as the enemy. These peoples were hardened by the sands. Disciplined by the spirits. Dignified through the practices of warfare. Yet they found no brotherhood with the sons of Krug. Now they had taken ink to paper, insulting and enraging the populace of the Horde. Peace now seemed a nigh impossible outcome but he would strive for it nonetheless. Such blood spilt would be for naught and an affront to the Spirits. Grothzark bestirred himself, clambering out of his bunk to speak with Rex Grommash and implore for him to meet with the Rah'tumans. ペ "Let there not be exchanged brutality amongst our people. Though if it must be so then deliver us a victory to be recalled." 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zemzy_Oakheart 167 Share Posted February 22 Finding one of the many missives float along the breeze & into the wheat fields outside of the city, a simple farmer would be toiling away in the dirt, only pausing to initially pick up the loitered parchment from what had yet to be harvested. Ney'La would skip down to notice the familiar signature at the bottom first as to the culprit of creating so many papers, but would decide to stuff it into her pocket to read after her work was done. Heading home from a hard-earned day's work under Ra'tuhmet's ever shining sunlight, she couldn't help but kick her feet up comfortably at the dining table bench in order to read the parchment she'd not realized had been written in smaller handwriting in order to fit so much onto. The fire crackled away comfortably as she silently read, realizing the same story she'd heard many times over had been reiterated again with a sigh. "Oh, Atemu...." Ney'La would mutter to herself in a lilted tone, "Yer puttin' so many innocent people at risk fer yer own blind sight from starin' at the sun too hard...." Folding the missive in half before placing it in the crackling flames would bring a bit of comfort at least. "..Ah' just hope Hesthor can help y'h ease them waters in y'h...." Spoiler 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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