Jonificus

It made perfect sense at the time.

The memory burns brightly in a few old elven souls.. The full story is available for 350 minas..

The Merchants' Guild of Adria Established on the 11th of The Grand Harvest, the year 115 of the second age The City of Velec has been declared a free city and bestowed upon the old Gradic rights, and with such in order we shall see the bourgeoisie flourish. The Merchants' Guild is there for you, the Adrians who put their life into the hands of the market. You have taken risks greater than most will ever come to truly appreciate, but we know the toils of our life. Together we will work towards maintaining healthy competition within the city, fostering good relations between ourselves, settling disputes, discuss further development of the city and many other important matters. Our united voices will advocate for a better standing for the merchant class, and ensure our members' needs are tended to. To achieve all we desire, and to maintain what we've obtained, we must all consent to cooperate. To breach our internal agreements or to intentionally mislead the Guild is an offense that will see your membership at the hands of a tribunal. It is paramount that for an experiment like this that we all look to our mutual interests, and do not fall for short-term benefit at the cost of your fellow members. Our work will be hard and ceaseless, but the rewards will be worth every effort. If membership is something you seek, come to Velec and speak with myself or our other established members. A letter will do you better, in most cases, so we can coordinate times to meet one another and discuss our shared, prosperous future together. May we join in business soon, friends. Written and signed, Guildmaster Mithius Dalma

“May history speak fondly of his rule.” Says Augustus the imperial bureaucrat man.

Mithius Dalma stumbles out of an alleyway, breathing heavily. "Wait, wait..! What'd I miss?" The lardy merchant clutches at his chest, finding himself a place to sit.

Madness has had its day. Farewell for now, Kaldwin

Mithius Dalma disagrees, laughing heartily to himself reading about the humans' concern of an elven empire.

The Fat One sends his regards.

We don't need magic gimmicks for Striggers, the entire gist of their power is that it's unknown. You're not supposed you're fucked untill its too late. Just play an elf or something if you want your sorceror character to be practically immortal.

Mithius is quite pleased by these news, "As it should be."

"Have you forgotten me already, you pitiful dogs." Notorious race traitor and pro-imperial Prince Mithius grumbles through gritted teeth.

"You've done well to rid yourselves of these useless leeches, Your Imperial Majesty. I've known them for decades, centuries to be nothing but a burden..!" Mithius laughs heartily in the Imperial Court while inspecting his newly purchased cane of orcish ivory.