Aetolian Game News
Abomination of Nature
Written by: Tao Sohei Cohen Thylarian, Crashing Wave
Date: Tuesday, March 9th, 2004
Addressed to: Torkah Ru'Ach
firstly, let me apologise to you all. I have become a little verbal on a
forum I rarely frequented before, but I feel I have a voice and messages
to give. I would have saved you all any more of my thoughts but for the
henious crimes against the whole world carried out by the hired rats of
Asthan. Rats? Torkah, you gave the analogy of a dog backed into a
corner. You mean rats backed into a corner. Rats will chew through their
own kind to escape, dogs will act with more honour.
You have been afflicted with severe mental curses and are obviously
without the herbs to cure them, or maybe you are naturally this stupid.
Your destrucive acts are not acts of warfare, they are terrorism. Not
acts to bludgeon Duiran out of the war, but impetuous, childish acts
that say -If we can't have it, no-one can-.
People of Ashtan, look seriously at what has occurred. Was this done in
your name? Alamar will sit shivering in a puddle for what will remain a
short and brutal existence for him. When your city falls (your RL
mercenaries were driven to this action for no other reason), you may
well be associated with these acts by default. What city or guild will
treat you with respect when they know your involvement in this. Quit the
city now. You have a reason to leave with honour, or stay and hang your
name on this abomination.
People of Sapience. Anyone who remembers the valerian shortage, or the
steel shortage descibed by Sir Alcor, will know how hard minor shortages
can hit us. This may well be catastrophic. Can Duiran place enough
resources to replant and protect the new growth when they are also
committed to the war? Only their elders can say, but you can act to
speed this. If you feel this act is wrong, donate comms to Duiran or
Bloodloch, donate gold to the Deepwater Alliance, offer to the Gods who
lead this fight. Feed the troops that will conclude this affair swiftly,
so we can all return to normality. Make your voice heard in whicever way
suits you best.
Thank you for your time, again.
In service of Change.
Penned by my hand on the 7th of Lanosian, in the year 123 MA.