To the weakling Ogre who flees and ambushes,

You pant for the blood of those who have earned my fealty. Take heed.

For any hand, blade, or spell raised against my allies over the matter of the traitorous spiteful wretch that masquerades as a pretty Djeirani, I will kill you. For any death inflicted, I will kill you twofold.

I know you cannot read or comprehend simple language, so I have mostly echoed your own post back to you, but somehow you are an over-wordy blatherer as well, so whatever.

Cry. Run. Try to stab me in the back when you can.



by my will,
Edhain Arcan


Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 13th of Lleian, in the year 22 AC.