Ryloth

"Excellent." Haskir observes with a wicked smile, "Finally, let's kill some ******* sea elves."

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Knowing eyes drifted the writings from start to end in scintillated candle light, all the same as the one which lit the page's surface when scribed. "No finer an observation from a Titan's child," drawled the grated voice from within the chambers. "Pray, pray that we misunderstood are seen in righteous firelight. It would do the whole world a goodness." Haskir takes a copy to save for the coffers, words for eternity he may reference for years to come.

my name is ryloth and this is my new favorite post on lotc

Haskir erupts with a guffaw, "I wish Sulraell were around for this -- I'd beat him within an inch of his life!"

"Another that I shall acquire for my ever-expanding collection!" Haskir slams the table at which he sat with a firm fist, like the gavel of a judge. He WILL have his pillows, and he sets out post-haste to collect one.

Haskir peers over the message with risen brows, surprised that the elf had passed so soon. He unleashes a gentle sigh. A brief memory came back to him, albeit in a collection -- all those times he'd caught Nuala sitting silent, watching the sunrise over the Silver Forests in Arcas on her bench. Quiet as ever, silent as she is now. "Well, at least she got what she wanted with 'the lizards'." The remark was quiet, and he then looks on ahead of himself. "I'll miss her."

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♫♫♫ A short letter embroidered with a peculiar symbol laden with the Eye of Azdromoth found its way to the notice boards of cities around Almaris, particularly to those harboring the Paladins of Xan. 14th of the Grand Harvest, Year 11 of the Second Age - - - Into the desert wastes they went, these Men of the North. A foreign land unknown, coarse with rough sands and thick with ashen smoke which plumed in great swathes from the fiery volcano afar. Brimstone littered the pyroclastic hellscape in their approach, but alas they pressed on. In a valiant effort did they lay siege to the Mouth of the World there. Ballistae emblazoned with the divinity of daemonic Xannic fire wrought their 'holy' might unto the slumbering drake therein which called this place home. They were invaders to this land, trespassers on soil they did not own. Just as these Paladins of Xan had done to the great Empire of Oren, their terrorism once more strikes hot -- now at the behest of Norland. They had awakened a terror, just as the drakes of lands past. Just as Avendal of Atlas, just as Gudour of Athera, just as Malghourn of Anthos -- drakes of immense power who dead or alive live on by physicality or myth, legend, and fire-side tale. Once more and yet again as these Paladins had done throughout the ages past have they awakened upon the Lands of Almaris an old, timeless drake. For why? In their brazen attacks and outright ignorant, impossible assaults on beings as mighty as drakes such as these do they raise an endless threat and unstoppable power. They endanger the people of Almaris -- threatening nations, cities, capitols and the innocent. The bounty of a fallen drake would line the pockets of these 'holy' knights in gold should they succeed -- but they failed, and utterly so. It is with solemnity do we of the Titan Arch-Drakaar express our disdain with these Paladins of Xan, purveyors of dark daemonic influence and their taint unto the world. You know not with who or what you toil, and a reckoning will come. We may only hope now that the drake returns isolated to its home. If not and instead a city, this was your doing. You are our undoing, this world's undoing. - - - The letter is unsigned, but the message was clear.

*smiles

"At Elibar'acal Memorial Square? Azorella is turning in her grave." Haskir chuckles.

"Our friends in Haense?" Haskir snickers as he read the article, "This is some serious ass-kissing!" The Kharajyr remarks before wadding up the news paper to by tradition wipe dinner crumbs from his maw. "Maybe next they'll send a care package of minas!"

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"And I thought it was a Holy Orenian Empire!" Exclaims a bemused reader.

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"By the Titan, it's finally happened." Haskir remarks in awe at the missive settled on his desk.

The herald reviewed the public document with mild confusion as it was placed upon his desk. A meteor, called upon by Xannite paladins? He'd never heard of something such as that, but the possibilities were endless it seemed. "Hopefully," He ponders, "Oren now understands why we of the Titan sought to destroy them in Arcas." He draws a quill and dips it through an ebon well, before writing a length of words for some other folk, but still he didn't quite trust that the tale of a meteor were exactly accurate. Paladins couldn't summon that .. could they? In any circumstance, it appeared Father Dima were right! If only they had passed his law only two days prior, they might have barred them at the gates .. @JoanOfArc

"This mention of the fabled 'body pillow' is important," Haskir remarks as he flips through the newspaper, "Vivyne, place an order for me before they're outlawed!" @JoanOfArc

"Oh no," Haskir frowns, "They must not have liked what I've done!" He then looks at his map, unable to locate the place he should avoid.