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The Challenge
Written by: Sir Goryllin Dawyn
Date: Wednesday, October 25th, 2006
Addressed to: Tormented Mistress, Katia Lokelinde Le'Murzen
Dearest Tormented little Katia,
Recently you spoke to me out of the blue insulting my house and our
honoured Knights. Instead of acknowledging how quickly you must flee
Shallam if one of us is around, you chose to insult the fact that are
currently defending the city and not actively pursuing you and your
tormented friends across the lands.
My extreme apologies for it appears that I have been focusing too much
on raising city protection and grew lax in eradicating these lands of
the vermin you have become.
As per your insults and continous stream of abuse, declaring all Knights
of the Guardians cowards for merely chasing ye out of the city and away
from our loved ones, I shall agree to your challenge and hereby offer ye
a formal rivalry by the Rivalric Code of these realms.
Know this, little torment serpent, that if ye are more than a limply
moving mouth, but actually an avid and worthy enemy of the Warriors of
Light, then I shall actively hunt ye, no matter where we might currently
be within the realms.
This Knight has been a tad bored lately, and I am glad for the activity,
it merely pains me to know that you will probably resort to the actions
of your housemates and either sit in your monolith covered city, or have
many helpers nearby to "save" you. If this be the case, then I laugh in
absolute mockery at your words, for how can one that acts in a such a
manner even speak of cowardice.
In case that both conditions are fullfilled, Ie, you are an active and
worthy enemy, and that you are able to take care of yourself and the
consequences of your actions; then we shall have ourselfs a rivalry, a
challenge to see who can cause the other the most pain.
This rivallry shall continue until one makes a formal succession, a plea
to negate the hostilities between us.
Oh, ye little tormented, hasty with the words and the insults, I await
your reply. Shall you back up your quips and challenges, or shall you
merely a voice with no fangs?
Salutations,
Sir Goryllin Dawyn, Knight of the Guardians of Light
Penned by my hand on the 7th of Phaestian, in the year 434 AF.
The Challenge
Written by: Sir Goryllin Dawyn
Date: Wednesday, October 25th, 2006
Addressed to: Tormented Mistress, Katia Lokelinde Le'Murzen
Dearest Tormented little Katia,
Recently you spoke to me out of the blue insulting my house and our
honoured Knights. Instead of acknowledging how quickly you must flee
Shallam if one of us is around, you chose to insult the fact that are
currently defending the city and not actively pursuing you and your
tormented friends across the lands.
My extreme apologies for it appears that I have been focusing too much
on raising city protection and grew lax in eradicating these lands of
the vermin you have become.
As per your insults and continous stream of abuse, declaring all Knights
of the Guardians cowards for merely chasing ye out of the city and away
from our loved ones, I shall agree to your challenge and hereby offer ye
a formal rivalry by the Rivalric Code of these realms.
Know this, little torment serpent, that if ye are more than a limply
moving mouth, but actually an avid and worthy enemy of the Warriors of
Light, then I shall actively hunt ye, no matter where we might currently
be within the realms.
This Knight has been a tad bored lately, and I am glad for the activity,
it merely pains me to know that you will probably resort to the actions
of your housemates and either sit in your monolith covered city, or have
many helpers nearby to "save" you. If this be the case, then I laugh in
absolute mockery at your words, for how can one that acts in a such a
manner even speak of cowardice.
In case that both conditions are fullfilled, Ie, you are an active and
worthy enemy, and that you are able to take care of yourself and the
consequences of your actions; then we shall have ourselfs a rivalry, a
challenge to see who can cause the other the most pain.
This rivallry shall continue until one makes a formal succession, a plea
to negate the hostilities between us.
Oh, ye little tormented, hasty with the words and the insults, I await
your reply. Shall you back up your quips and challenges, or shall you
merely a voice with no fangs?
Salutations,
Sir Goryllin Dawyn, Knight of the Guardians of Light
Penned by my hand on the 7th of Phaestian, in the year 434 AF.