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______________________________________________ THE SOHRAB ACCORDS MANVAQ QUL-SOHRAV ______________________________________________ The regnal banner of the Pharaohate of Mihyaar ______________________________________________ 12 YD 1887, SUNAD DUL-QIDA YEAR OF THE CAT The greater senate of the Ramasarish Pharaohate of Mihyaar with the imprimatur of the glorious Pharaoh, Ur-Sahar-Maharaj, after deliberation and qualitative discourse with the Prince’s Small Council in the westward realm of Almaris, hereby dissolves the Chaldees village operative and adjourns any legislative bodies, parties, and administrative entities formed there-under. The Beth es-Sultan has no longer a will of its own. The sentences of the superior courts can no longer be executed. All denizens are dismissed from their post, right, and prerogative to deputise and/or enforce the Sancta Lex Mihyaar (1884). His Supremacy cannot lead any longer. Successive changes and the exacerbation of the pollutants from the Pool of Waste have, from year to year, reduced the Chaldees constitution and the once impressively-curated infrastructure of the settlement to a shadow of its previous self. His Supremacy is, therefore, compelled to decree that the Chaldees constitution can no longer be acknowledged, recognising, however, the full and absolute sovereignty and authority of the Ramasarish Pharaohate of Mihyaar. The below is a prepared statement composed by the Pharaoh, Ur-Sahar-Maharaj, to his citizenry in the realm of Almaris: “Ur-Sahar Maharaj, Pharaoh of Mihyaar, by the grace of Raum, be this bill written and delivered to the blessed subjects of the realm of Chaldees. I am impelled by my sense of alarm at the security of our village, but bated by my zeal and loyalty to my citizenry, to address the termination of the village of Chaldees and all operations which fall under its administration and legislation. The most worrying among our crises is the collapse of the state and senate system which, over a period of successive years fell to inactivity and stagnancy, which interferes with my and my ministers’ ability to fulfil our duties dedicated to the blessed citizenry. The penultimate crisis which has necessitated the immediate vacation and dissolution of the Chaldees operative is the hazards posed by the Pool of Waste. I cannot, with good conscience, approach the increasing danger of this circumstance in a laissez-faire manner. It behooves me to vacate the premises of Chaldees in the swiftest way possible, that this may not cause unneeded damage to the wellness of my Mihyaari kinsmen. What specifically lies ahead for us, all of us, in this event—for all of us individually, for all of us together, for the entire world outside of our tightly-wound citizenry—it cannot be predicted. We, alone, are pickpockets, turncoats, and rapscallions, by tradition. Draft-dodgers, money-mongers, and pirates. But, I hope you will find among yourselves, in the spirit of our cultural fore-elder, Ur-Mihyar himself, strength in solidarity. Together, we are masters of a great portion of the South; masters of the land whence the first light of knowledge had shone over the world; masters of the land which is the storehouse of mortal science; masters of the country of impetuous eloquence and subtle intellect. I am hereby honourably discharged of being dishonourably in-charge.” ______________________________________________ In witness hereof, I set my seal, HIS SUPREMACY, the Pharaoh of Mihyaar, Ur-Sahar. ______________________________________________ Unbeknownst to most avid readers of the Chaldees Dispatch, a small section in the corner of the weekly publication appeared near a tabloid on the economic crisis in Ramasar. It goes, sadly, unnoticed by most of those who subscribe to the paper: UR-SAHAR-MAHARAJ (18XX—1887) Ur-Sahar-Maharaj, Pharaoh of Mihyaar, Prince of Chaldees, is presumed dead today, the Thirteenth of Yathrib’s Day-trip, in the Year of the Cat Eighteen-Eighty-Seven. Destined to the fate and vocation of Pharaoh-hood by birthright, Lord Sahar was a trailblazer in many respects. Greatest so, in that he initiated the incursion and expansion of the Pharaohate from Ramasar into the Descendant realms. Reports from his daughter, the Grand Vizier of Mihyaar, Ur-Zainab state: much in suit of his decadence, the Pharaoh passed drowning in the bath after failing to rise to the surface, ultimately weighed down in the water by his menagerie of rings, heavy chains, and costume jewellery. Fitted in funerary regalia, the sovereign's corpse was discreetly sent homeward-bound to Ramasar, to be mummified and displayed in the Hall of Pharaohs. The case of his succession has fallen by the wayside, and is presently undergoing extensive administrative examination, to be determined in the future. Ur-Sahar-Maharaj (18XX—1887) ______________________________________________

modern evangelist pictured communion draining to F**K UP a skinwalker (c. 91 SA)

Corrado Cusamano, at failure to import any Florentine-born lawyers, readies himself to summon the next best thing.

The Skinwalker of Dobrov twiddled his fingers malevolently.

oh SHIT. my excursion from lotc has seemingly taken this off my radar. excellent work.

this is some PRIMO shit

A good, simple expansion on existing lore. Go for it.

The several narrative styles can sometimes feel samey, admittedly. Stoker's use of journal entries and letters to tell the story is certainly interesting. Yeah, I picked it up before a flight and tried to get into it again recently. Maybe I was reflecting on the book from rose-tinted glasses because I didn't enjoy it as much.

Favourite book or author? My favourites ebb and flow invariably so it's difficult to determine. I'm unsure if this counts as far as authors go, but my hands-down favourite writer has to be Adonis. From the western world, I'd say maybe F. Scott Fitzgerald. All in all, probably Concerto Al-Quds by Adonis. The first book you read, or the first one you remember reading? Might've been The Alchemist. One could probably imagine from my username but, I started off reading a lot of mythology, so probably Percy Jackson too. Books you want to read but haven’t got around to? A writer—artist—I admire a lot but unfortunately haven't gotten around to enjoying the work of whom is Gustave Doré. I've been hoping to read London: a Pilgrimage for some time now. More recently though, I've been wanting to read The Lions of Al-Rassan by Guy Gavriel Kay. List some others you have read and talk about them: My recent reads (over the summer), new and old, are as follows. I had to check myself to make sure I wasn't being too pretentious. The Death of Ivan Ilyich: I read this book, surprisingly, for the first time in an evening while at the beach recently. The events of the book are told simply, being a good refresher read after other Tolstoy works which can sometimes be hard to keep up with. 4/5 Tender is the Night: Fitzgerald’s prose never fails to leave me stunned, pure and simple. A tragedy which sometimes feels almost candy-flavoured. Despite being one of my favourite books, it’s sometimes inconsistent and disjointed. 3.5/5 Dracula: I find myself going back to Bram Stoker’s Dracula a lot, just because it’s without a doubt my favourite piece of vampire media. Every piece of the puzzle fits together to give you a suspenseful, well-paced horror show. 5/5

"Ay, MARONE! You gotta be breaking my stugots here. Va fa Illatia, get out of here!" Corrado Cusamano barked at his audience of none. Meanwhile, Vittorio Falcone rolls in his grave.