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troubled
Written by: Fhyn Azon
Date: Thursday, June 27th, 2002
Addressed to: High Lord Kaelin, of the Maldaathi
I speak for myself, Kaelin.
Where has the young man I met in Ashtan gone? Bright eyed, eager to
please. You certainly have left behind any shred of the honour once
coveted by the now fallen Citadel. Your message to that effect was
rather blaring when you defiled the last resting place of Ekary Lucoster
earlier this month.
Your initial fine was set at a mere five thousand gold, and though I am
sure it has since increased, the Order of War is not exactly sure where
you came up with the number 200k. As I recall that is what you set
Szanthax's fine to when he followed your lead at defiling shrines. I
grow more concerned each day at what effects that red fog you must
trudge through daily is having on your memory.
It is not for me to comment on the state of Ashtan, though I dare say
that slandering their War Minister and the other upstanding citizens who
have witnessed crimes therein (Stee defiling, for example) cannot be
doing you any good. Nor can flitting back and forth between their Gates
and the clouds with your surly bunch. Really Kaelin... perhaps in your
next quiet meeting with Lord Twilight you will ask Him to advise you
better in the ways of deception. You do not seem to be doing a very keen
job of it on your own.
"The Maldaathi have long sought to avoid conflict." If you are referring
to anything but a penchant for safe areas, I am afraid I will have to
disagree. You have indeed set quite a trend amongst your little
followers, spurring our sides. I regret to inform you, the Aegean Order
is not likely to be conquered by bramble.
As you drag this conflict on and on, I cannot help but wonder what you
are trying to achieve. Is this a war on shrines? Because I'm pretty sure
we've won. A war on.. decadence, as you called it to me? What stout
moral fiber you possess! Perhaps you are the one who should seek
alliance with the Royal Guard? A war on antics? At the very least, you
fight fire with fire.
You leave me distraught, dear. And I highly object to being called fat.
Fhyn
Penned by my hand on the 4th of Valnuary, in the year 309 AF.
troubled
Written by: Fhyn Azon
Date: Thursday, June 27th, 2002
Addressed to: High Lord Kaelin, of the Maldaathi
I speak for myself, Kaelin.
Where has the young man I met in Ashtan gone? Bright eyed, eager to
please. You certainly have left behind any shred of the honour once
coveted by the now fallen Citadel. Your message to that effect was
rather blaring when you defiled the last resting place of Ekary Lucoster
earlier this month.
Your initial fine was set at a mere five thousand gold, and though I am
sure it has since increased, the Order of War is not exactly sure where
you came up with the number 200k. As I recall that is what you set
Szanthax's fine to when he followed your lead at defiling shrines. I
grow more concerned each day at what effects that red fog you must
trudge through daily is having on your memory.
It is not for me to comment on the state of Ashtan, though I dare say
that slandering their War Minister and the other upstanding citizens who
have witnessed crimes therein (Stee defiling, for example) cannot be
doing you any good. Nor can flitting back and forth between their Gates
and the clouds with your surly bunch. Really Kaelin... perhaps in your
next quiet meeting with Lord Twilight you will ask Him to advise you
better in the ways of deception. You do not seem to be doing a very keen
job of it on your own.
"The Maldaathi have long sought to avoid conflict." If you are referring
to anything but a penchant for safe areas, I am afraid I will have to
disagree. You have indeed set quite a trend amongst your little
followers, spurring our sides. I regret to inform you, the Aegean Order
is not likely to be conquered by bramble.
As you drag this conflict on and on, I cannot help but wonder what you
are trying to achieve. Is this a war on shrines? Because I'm pretty sure
we've won. A war on.. decadence, as you called it to me? What stout
moral fiber you possess! Perhaps you are the one who should seek
alliance with the Royal Guard? A war on antics? At the very least, you
fight fire with fire.
You leave me distraught, dear. And I highly object to being called fat.
Fhyn
Penned by my hand on the 4th of Valnuary, in the year 309 AF.