Aetolian Game News
Is that a burning smell in the air?
Written by: The Hidden Hand, Ikne Amaratha, Voice of Darkness
Date: Thursday, October 11th, 2007
Addressed to: Brunneng Blackthorn
Darkest of salutations.
I did not ask for much. No gold, no secrets, no power, all I wanted was
a simple child. And you did not take me serious, why, because I had been
asleep for a few ages? My mind will never change, and I have picked up
where I left off. You may say that I went overboard but since when does
your opinion matter to me. I wanted to send a clear message that I not
only have the means but the balls to carry out MY end of the ultimatum.
Just ask the druidess. Now I am sure someone will post back about my
"combat prowess" and my "honorless tactics" but I am not bound by honor,
nor a sense of what is "right". So your words will fall on deaf ears.
I have the means to repeat what has been done two fold, and I am sure I
would have more help the second time around, now that everyone knows
where I stand. You sat in the Heartwood while I decimated your so called
precious forests, 3 days I set the forests ablaze with not even a word.
I guess they dont mean that much to you after all. But I would hope they
mean more than the comfort of one little girl that I'll be finished with
soon enough. You have exactly 1 month to turn her over before I raise an
army to cripple your lands, rape your herbs and do far worse to your
guildmates than was done to that girl.
Now before you get to crying to whomever it is you cry to, trying to get
my skills yet again lessened in power, know this, it obviously doesn't
matter. Three times my ability to ruin your groves has been hindered,
and death always prevails. So think REAL hard about your next move,
because a hard head will only hurt you and the living.
And to the mysterious voice of the forest who commented on my need of
the Dark Lord to watch over me, he came of his own accord, not at my
request nor did he need to protect me from anything. I met no
resistance, and he only joined me to bath in the glory of the
destruction. I am glad you remember me so well, if only your keepers
learned such lessons.
May you walk always in blackness of the forests,
The Hidden Hand
Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Arios, in the year 228 MA.