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  1. Fiil’Yar, today as a member of the Curantes Guild of Medicine ( in fact how she came to even read this paper, as Edward elected to send the publication to the rest of the guild ) and one of the privelaged few Krugmarians allowed entry into the Eternal Library, makes notes of Edward’s impossible-to-verify claims, lack of attached papers accounting empirical studies, absence of any properly documented statistical analysis at all, and presence of multiple conclusively false assertions that can easily be disproven by using one’s eyes. This, coupled with the political friction currently plainly visible between his nation and the one this paper concerns, she determines that the man is abusing his position as a verified Doctor of Medicine and proclaimed man of knowledge in order to slander an international opponent.

     

    “Edward,

     

         Please do not dilute the world’s developing knowledge of medicine with your political agenda. You’ve presented this paper to the guild as a scientific study when there has been no review nor verification of your claims – In fact, several of them are verifiably false. You presented yourself to me as if you were better than this.

     

    - Fiil’Yar, Doctor of Medicine

  2. “Please no more war right now. Please?” Dominus Fiil’Yar begs the skygods as her diplomatic duties ramp up even further following this incident. “All I want is for the murderer to be rightfully punished. It’s not like Oren doesn’t have laws about child murder. We really could have just sent a small delegation.”

  3. 2 hours ago, Corporatocracy said:

     

    “Your codes are a weak imitation of the law that elves and Man so so cling to. We are not elves, we are orks, and only strength governs our great nation.” The Raguk pounds his chest, letting loose a smirk at the weak rebuke of an equally weak elven coward.

    The codes Fiil’Yar has on display are literally older than Brainboila.

  4. 5 minutes ago, Pancakehz said:

    Azhug’Gorkil wonders when an honor klomp became considered “overthrowing” a Rex.

     

    Fiil’Yar has the Codes of Krug on display in the library, the same codes that have been around for like a hundred years or more.

     

    On 8/29/2018 at 9:22 PM, Dragonslayerelf said:

    Attempting to stage a military coup without going through the traditional system of challenging the Rex and having your claim validated by the Council of Goths is against the Codes.

  5.      To the Warnation of Krugmar, in light of recent events;

     

         The chief of the Zoks, a recently formed clan, Orgoth'Zok, today voiced his intention to overthrow the Rex; Noka'Lur. Beloved by loyal orcs and supported by every Wargoth clan in Krugmar, respected and long-standing Wargoth. Let it be known they came to me, the Dominus, to voice this desire and cast off my advice to seek the approval of the Wargoth council, instead electing to claim laws more ancient than our centuries-old Code of Krug.

     

         He claimed that by orcish right, if the Rex will not accept his challenge, he is the new Rex. His reason cited for challenging; He could no longer stand not being able to raid.

     

         However I would not stand for such a flagrant disregard for our actual laws and disrespect to the centuries spent upholding them. As the man began to claim he would spill orcish blood, anticipating the Rex will refuse, I rose to challenge him then and there.

     

    However he refused.

     

    Let it be known that Orgoth'Zok has attempted to claim the right to klomp, however refuses to live by the klomp.

     

         According to the codes of Krug, attempting to overtake the Rex against the council of Wargoths' wishes and further refusing to honor the terms of an honor klomp are both crimes worthy of whitewashing or death by klomp in the name of the spirits.

     

         Do not validate the claims of this man. He has refused my challenge and forgone his right to voice his own.

     

    - Fiil'Yar, kub of Thurak’Yar, Dominus of Krugmar

  6. Rhuk the hobgoblin screams about dwarven belts, excited to klomp.

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    Meanwhile, Fiil’Yar just protects her tortoise with her life, waiting for the day when a diplomat is needed and innocent shelled creatures can once more wander carefree.

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    edit: Rhuk hears that the war is now off and lets out a dejected “Waagh...”

  7. Fiil’Yar definitely notices the mangling, and definitely isn’t cool with it, but holds her tongue until wagh-time is over. Wagh is important. Her side didn’t start it, either.

     

    In the meantime, she takes her tortoise into safety to try to ignore the war.

     

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  8. 34 minutes ago, A_New_Noob said:

    The orkos of the Krugmar have for the last few decades acted with dishonor and as thieves. They have used the gifts of might bestowed upon them by the All-Maker to ruthless destroy, and their culture has become corrupted to only being that of bloodlust. Where once perhaps there was honor in the ork’s bravery, they hide behind walls and fight only when at a clear advantage.

    “Wub?” Replies Fiil’Yar, author of the recently re-instated Codes of Krug.

  9. 49 minutes ago, Punkinator919 said:

    Datura is probably somewhere smiling at the mention of her tavern.

    Llenn Songbird frowns from beyond the grave as Datura forgets the song she wrote for the Snowflake.

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    Llenn Songbird, elven blood, born to a troupe of performers and nomads. Musician, pacifist, but most importantly; Actress. From the day she was born, of all the talents her harsh training kindled, acting was her most prodigious. It was a skill that came naturally to her, for each sunrise she awoke and wore her life like a fitted costume: Repeating the script her family wrote her, fearing failure, dishonor and the consequences it would bring. She praised Kwakwani, the Raven, the trickster, patron of her people: He who gave them their voice, he who takes glee in deceit as much as beauty. Some could call her a liar, but she knew no other life but the motions she practiced.

     

    Each night she prayed at the Raven’s altar, yet the stones were silent; Slept. Yet while the gods provided no balm, no freedom from her life of lies, she found other ways to feel whole. Palliative substances that gave a hollow sort of peace. A shadow grew over her. Such tumultuous storms formed from this denial, this acting, that in time she lost her balance: She could no longer weather them.

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    Fiil’Yar, kub of Thurak’Yar; Proud apprentice of an ancient man, born from a pact between he and Akezo, the spirit of healing. The night she was born, she was as a ghost; Something that should have passed, but compelled to remain. Thurak took the broken spirit she left behind and molded it; Taught her, gave her balance. She learned to be strong, truthful, at ease with herself. Each time a problem rose, the old man was there to ease her spirit. Each time her body broke, Akezo was there to gently uplift her.

     

    Akezo spoke to her, whispers she had heard since before she was kindled now clear, now something she understood. That the injuries she has suffered will be healed, they will make her stronger, and when at last her healing is done; It will be time for her to become the healer.

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    For a time, both Fiil and Llenn worked in unison. With Fiil’s help, Llenn returned to her people; Conquered challenges, reformed her clan, changed their ways. She did not run from that which frightened her; She faced it, bravely, and overcame it. With Fiil’s help, Llenn took steps toward being who she truly was, spoke truthfully about the matters most important to her heart. At first, they got along well: Both Fiil and Llenn were caring individuals, both wanted to help others, protect the young, and grow. But frequently, they would argue. Debates over Kwakwani or Akezo’s importance in their lives, debates over Llenn’s self-destructive habits, passionate arguments about how Llenn spoke of growth yet refused. Fiil continued to grow, while Llenn wasted away; Static.

     

    Llenn began to represent everything Fiil disliked about herself. She was lazy, she lied, she knelt to others, she allowed herself to be controlled by addiction and fear. Conversely, Fiil began to be all that Llenn envied; She was strong, she never had to hide who or what she was, she had the will to overcome all barriers.

     

    After years of turmoil, the two stood before a fire.

     

    They had come of age; Fifty, a grown woman now.

     

    Something must be lost to the fire, for the two to be whole.

     

    With sober pride, with somber stoicism, Fiil’Yar cast Llenn into the fire. While Llenn was burnt away, Fiil’s flesh was burnt with the brand of the tortoise; The symbol of Yar. Now Llenn lives on only in memory, in her songs, in the people who refuse to let her go.

     

    But Fiil remains; Fiil still grows. She has become the healer she always wanted to be.

     

    Early in the midsummer, 1756, in the sheaves of San’Azgak, the jewel of Krugmar: Llenn Songbird was offered in sacrifice to the spirits.

     

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