Achaean News
Poor misguided child
Written by: Druidic Awen Qwilleran Yuridja, Forestal Guardian
Date: Tuesday, October 28th, 2003
Addressed to: Qui'anar Corpuos Consumea, Eldren Jaydestana, Harvester of Souls
Ironic that you started your post with "I won't bore the masses" and
then proceeded to do just that. I do not presume to know the antics of
Shallam, nor do I really care. What the Mitrans do is the business of
the Mitrans. I am not Mitran, nor would I ever want to be. Your entire
first paragraph was pointed towards a city (Shallam) that has basically
stayed quiet. It looks like it's been Jinxsta doing most of the talking.
Ahh, the Fog...it first appeared while Sartan was buried underneath that
hellhole known as Mhaldor Isle. I believe it was Andelas, attempting to
jest, who once referred to it as Sartan's...excess fumes, shall we say.
Who are you, or anyone in Mhaldor, for that matter, to say what is
Natural or not? Lest you forget, Mother Gaia created the Forests and
made them grow. At the time of Her dispersion, the Fog did not exist.
Lady Demeter was charged with taking control of Nature at the time of
her promotion from Celani. Lady Demeter did not create the Fog. Mother
Gaia did not create the Fog. Logic clearly dictates, then, that the Fog
is Natural, right? Wrong. It is an abomination, much like that hellhole
you reside in.
Now, I understand that you despise Shallam. However, they have an
excellent university program within that city that you might wish to
take a few classes at. Specifically, Achaean for Beginners. Your entire
last paragraph was, in fact, one very long sentence. Allow me to correct
you:
"Oh, and Qwilleran, please grow up. [While you are at it], do us all a
favour and get a life, as the one you currently have is less then
inept."
About my "inept" life: I serve Nature. I will protect Nature with all
that I am and ever will be. My convictions run deep and I will stand
beside them. I will not go into the tired charade of pretending that
I've even heard of your name. Simply put, I haven't. To me, you're
another whining Mhaldorian, lashing out because his city has gotten yet
another beatdown. Perhaps you could suggest to your city that they hide
all of the remaining city guards in a shoproom again?
Penned by my hand on the 9th of Sarapin, in the year 348 AF.
Poor misguided child
Written by: Druidic Awen Qwilleran Yuridja, Forestal Guardian
Date: Tuesday, October 28th, 2003
Addressed to: Qui'anar Corpuos Consumea, Eldren Jaydestana, Harvester of Souls
Ironic that you started your post with "I won't bore the masses" and
then proceeded to do just that. I do not presume to know the antics of
Shallam, nor do I really care. What the Mitrans do is the business of
the Mitrans. I am not Mitran, nor would I ever want to be. Your entire
first paragraph was pointed towards a city (Shallam) that has basically
stayed quiet. It looks like it's been Jinxsta doing most of the talking.
Ahh, the Fog...it first appeared while Sartan was buried underneath that
hellhole known as Mhaldor Isle. I believe it was Andelas, attempting to
jest, who once referred to it as Sartan's...excess fumes, shall we say.
Who are you, or anyone in Mhaldor, for that matter, to say what is
Natural or not? Lest you forget, Mother Gaia created the Forests and
made them grow. At the time of Her dispersion, the Fog did not exist.
Lady Demeter was charged with taking control of Nature at the time of
her promotion from Celani. Lady Demeter did not create the Fog. Mother
Gaia did not create the Fog. Logic clearly dictates, then, that the Fog
is Natural, right? Wrong. It is an abomination, much like that hellhole
you reside in.
Now, I understand that you despise Shallam. However, they have an
excellent university program within that city that you might wish to
take a few classes at. Specifically, Achaean for Beginners. Your entire
last paragraph was, in fact, one very long sentence. Allow me to correct
you:
"Oh, and Qwilleran, please grow up. [While you are at it], do us all a
favour and get a life, as the one you currently have is less then
inept."
About my "inept" life: I serve Nature. I will protect Nature with all
that I am and ever will be. My convictions run deep and I will stand
beside them. I will not go into the tired charade of pretending that
I've even heard of your name. Simply put, I haven't. To me, you're
another whining Mhaldorian, lashing out because his city has gotten yet
another beatdown. Perhaps you could suggest to your city that they hide
all of the remaining city guards in a shoproom again?
Penned by my hand on the 9th of Sarapin, in the year 348 AF.