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old.Tyraette
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There has been a great Sacrilige this day, my brethren. An unsolicited assault on His Spokesman, myself. It would seem that the frontier zones on the edge of our Great Realm are filled with the Heathens.
I decided on a whim to make a journey into Forest Sauvage with an entourage of followers. However our group may have looked too young and inviting to the Savages, as we were attacked by a dastardly group of the Ungodly Hibernians, who must have beein in their late 40s. We could not have traveled more than 100m from the guards. I was not impressed by their savage ways, and the slaughter that inevitably followed.
Unfortunately my children, in the early stages of the battle I took a wicked blow to the head and lost consciousness. Before my consciousness swam away into hibernation, I caught the name of the Heathen who struck me, the Hibernian known as Mug. It was only my faith and devotion to His cause that kept me alive, for the Almighty must have confused their primitive minds, and they failed to finish me off, thinking I must already have perished.
When I came too, I found myself back in the sanctuary of Prydwen Keep. Whilst I have no doubts that my own survival was His Miracle, I am presently unsure as to whether my entourage survived. It may have been, regrettebly, that they were fated to sacrifice themselves to sate the Heathens bloodlust. If this is the case, I salute you, noble and forever remembered brethren.
My response to this dastardly act is simple and clear. I am offering a reward of 50g to the person who can provide evidence in the form of a screenshot that they have eliminated this Infidel.
His will be done my children. Show the Heathens that we will NOT tolerate such unnecessary bloodshed on our Religious Spokespersons. I WILL HAVE MY VENGEANCE.
I implore you, take to arms and eliminate this foul creature, or I will be forced to summon up an even MORE deadly evil to combat him. An enemy that cannot be seen or heard. There will be no peace for you Mug the Hibernian. Here, see the image of your doom:
The image that will Haunt Mug til his dying day
Prepare to know fear. And to those others of you who insist on killing greys for sport...He is watching you.
I decided on a whim to make a journey into Forest Sauvage with an entourage of followers. However our group may have looked too young and inviting to the Savages, as we were attacked by a dastardly group of the Ungodly Hibernians, who must have beein in their late 40s. We could not have traveled more than 100m from the guards. I was not impressed by their savage ways, and the slaughter that inevitably followed.
Unfortunately my children, in the early stages of the battle I took a wicked blow to the head and lost consciousness. Before my consciousness swam away into hibernation, I caught the name of the Heathen who struck me, the Hibernian known as Mug. It was only my faith and devotion to His cause that kept me alive, for the Almighty must have confused their primitive minds, and they failed to finish me off, thinking I must already have perished.
When I came too, I found myself back in the sanctuary of Prydwen Keep. Whilst I have no doubts that my own survival was His Miracle, I am presently unsure as to whether my entourage survived. It may have been, regrettebly, that they were fated to sacrifice themselves to sate the Heathens bloodlust. If this is the case, I salute you, noble and forever remembered brethren.
My response to this dastardly act is simple and clear. I am offering a reward of 50g to the person who can provide evidence in the form of a screenshot that they have eliminated this Infidel.
His will be done my children. Show the Heathens that we will NOT tolerate such unnecessary bloodshed on our Religious Spokespersons. I WILL HAVE MY VENGEANCE.
I implore you, take to arms and eliminate this foul creature, or I will be forced to summon up an even MORE deadly evil to combat him. An enemy that cannot be seen or heard. There will be no peace for you Mug the Hibernian. Here, see the image of your doom:
The image that will Haunt Mug til his dying day
Prepare to know fear. And to those others of you who insist on killing greys for sport...He is watching you.
