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Nafis prepares to send a letter!

i'm in tears 🤩 omg 🤩 i'm so honored

Nafis of Ba'as smiled the Sun's smile, heading off to prepare Cascanova for the Crown Prince's arrival!

Szorruil scratched its chin, and shrugged. "Better than killing us!"

average good guy weapon

The Vizier writhed and rolled in its infernal existence, consumed by powers everlasting. Had Mivtahza died?

same question as my status update: so we're posting this publically 😭

Nafis stared in complete and utter disbelief, slowly passing it over to his best friend and confidant.

Szorruil Xalyth, Tribune of the Xalythi Enclave - the largest body of Mori'quessir present on the surface - smiled the Underdark's smile. "We will make true on our Queen's word, and we will repay our debt to the Imperium. Kindness is not something we desire. It has never been given to us, and we shall never yearn for it. Ours is a brutal reality, and we will thrive in it."

Szorruil Xalyth, the Tribune, gleamed over the missive and, upon getting to the end, he neatly folded it and placed it upon the 'hatemail' pile. "Perhaps next time don't have voidal earthquakes, a necrotic worm and descendants go down on our city and ravage it unprovoked, and maybe we won't conquer this continent either. . ."

Szorruil skimmed over the missive, and with a roll of its ten-eyed gaze, cast it into the fire of his friend's tower, glancing out from the window. "A shame... Their utilisation and applications of our steel are so pathetic. . . They could've learned so much from us. . . Well, no wonder they died the most in the war." The Almaris-surviving Tribune returning to his reading on the True Faith.

Szorruil gazed upon the parchment, grinning and brimming with pride. "You continue to surpass my expectations."

The confidant, the Sandwyrm of Ba'as, gently pat-patted the heiress' back, smiling. "Don't stress out over it, dear. They had to flee their home same as we, they witnessed their own plans crumble in their hands, and in the end, the traitorous bastards were stabbed in the back by the one they welcomed. Our revenge has come - it is a bitter shame, only, that I do not get to deliver justice upon them myself."

s-sorry, chud-sama...

cannot bring myself to care

@Fluffy HorrorFor the sake of your public image and the sake of the people who call you their friends, you need to be permanently muted on the Forums. Everytime you try to defend a point, no matter how just and fair that point is, no matter how much I would or wouldn't agree with you, I find myself naturally repulsed to even associating with you because you are incapable of seeing a bigger picture, or accepting that you might not be in the complete right. Furthermore, you ram yourself into situations, conversations, debates and other things and try to make yourself the spotlight, and succeed by sheer disbelief of others towards the things you say. Please, for the love of God, put the keyboard away, take a breather, and maybe avoid the forums and their inane discussions. You don't add to them, you don't subtract to them - you only subtract from your own image and what people think of you. You may then reply to this all nonchalant saying 'you do not care what these people think', but, in the end, you do. It's human to care. @Werew0lfGet forum-pinged. I've changed my opinion on you along time and I can admit that I wasn't too unlike Fluffy a while ago in considering you a worthless troll. But you're not. You just don't give in to people calling you names and throwing shit at you for playing a character or acting a certain way and you respond in equal measure. I've come to appreciate the way you handle stuff and you seem like a genuinely nice guy overall, though I'm not a great judge of character as much as I'd like to be. @xDKI appreciate the attempt at serious discussion, but it really isn't that deep. @Wolfy-DIt would do you well to utilise the 'Ignore' or 'Block' function in Discord. No one - and I mean no one - can force you to interact with people you don't want to interact with. If you have legitimate concerns about anything akin to witch-hunting, cyberbullying, harassment, etc, don't make posts like these - anonymously report to Moderation. This is just attention-grabbing, and though I could attribute this to a 16 year old's imaturity, I can only hope you learn from this post and don't repeat it. rant over. i got way too invested into this and i hate myself for it. peace and love.

⬰♮⇴ Kith of the depths. Kith of the throne. სიღრმეების კითი. ტახტის კითი. Bear witness, fellow kith; hereinafter, Aᴠᴜɴᴀ Tᴏʀᴀᴛʜ has been rendered E x ᴄ ᴏ ᴍ ᴍ ᴜ ɴ ɪ ᴄ ᴀ ᴅ ᴏ by the Tribunes’ verdict. ⬰♮⇴ For repeated transgressions of aggravated disobedience against the Xalythi Enclave, fruitless attempts to defame the Enclave within the lands of the humanfolk, hereon Aᴠᴜɴᴀ Tᴏʀᴀᴛʜ loses all endorsement from the Enclave and thereby further are disinherited from all benefits and aides proffered by it or its denizens, and are to be treated as an exile with no ties to the Enclave whatsoever; they are hereby rendered to be attacked on sight if found by any Mori’Quessir, to be captured and brought back to suffer judicial execution under the oversight and jurisdiction of Nemiisae’s will. May the Eternal Mother aid its soul in finding peace, and our blades carve it free. ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏɴ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ. ʀᴇᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ ʙʀᴜᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱɢʀᴇꜱꜱᴏʀꜱ. ⬰♮⇴

ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ ʜᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ? Since he truly felt fear? Since that wicked feeling had coursed through blackened veins, ravaged through the entire being that he had become. It had become an alien feeling, and it harked him back to times he had long forgotten. Times wiped away from memory and left as revolting flashbacks of a time that mortality coursed through those rakir-rich veins. Vizier of Hell, Violence Incarnate, Vessel of Xandraza. Titles claimed. Yet at the core, he remained what he once was. The meat inside of the casing, the marrow within the bone. Deep down, through it all, he was still… ʀʏᴀᴅ. How long since he had last used that name? He wasn’t sure. The few that knew it, were too afraid to utter it. He himself was afraid to speak it. It evoked feelings that were alien to him now, after that wicked infernal crown was placed on his brows. Memories and nostalgia of a time where hatred, fear and dread did not fill his heart, and madness did not plague his shattered mind. A time where he ran an orphanage, and was a respected doctor. The times where he dreamed of a good life; a partner, a house, children to impart his wisdom upon. Recognition amongst peers and friends. What had even drawn him to this life? What had plucked him free of stability and happiness, and unto madness and despair? Ah… yes… that very feeling that drew so many more, and would continue to drag even more. ɪᴍᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ. ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀʟᴇꜱꜱɴᴇꜱꜱ. ʟᴏꜱꜱ. ɢʀɪᴇꜰ. And so, a man so bright, so happy, met with the Blue Serpent. A brand was placed upon his hand. Madness instilled upon his mind, fear taking root within his soul. And like a cruel, fickle play of fate, a mere year after, he found himself with a partner, and children to impart wisdom upon. That curse drove him to limits he would’ve never gone to. An absent father. An absent partner. A brutal, cunning man, sacrificing and sentencing souls to death and damnation. A child took their own life. Another, hated and scorned him. And the last, recognised his failure as a father. And the husband? The husband, of course, he pushed away. The perfect life he had wished for, vanishing before his eyes. And who else to blame, but him? Fate had been played with, and fate was a cruel mistress, one that took far earlier than it gave. Ambition, desire, that spark in his eye. And finally, after five decades of terror, five decades of madness, five decades of sheer and unfiltered malice. ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏʀᴀɴᴛ ꜰᴇʟʟ. OOC: THIS POST MAY BE TREATED AS COMMON KNOWLEDGE!

Szorruil Xalyth, Tribune of the Enclave, faithful to Nemiisae and Zanunder, one of the leading figureheads of the Xalythi and Mori'Quessir faith, sets out to find these individuals, to speak on behalf of its people, its faith, and its culture.

Nafis clutched his pearls. "How ever shall we rescue Efe?!"

A Mori'Quessir ponders if the Benevolent Emperor Hadrian [ @Werew0lf] would let the spider-people get the blown up mountain. . .

thank god its just creative writing because this takes 'st ensorcellslop bloodmagic' to a whole new level of 1 trillion things to sign