Post by PilgrimSoul on Apr 20, 2011 17:51:03 GMT -5
*A dark clad figure is leant over a desk, dimly lit by candlelight, quill in hand while delicately inking a parchment.
It reads:*
"My dear brothers,
It seems our unjust oppressors have finally seen through our disguise. Those dogs dare brand us as "terrorists!"
(*The next few sentences appear hastily and furiously scrawled, in contrast to the rest of the text, which is neatly and calmly written*)
No... we are saviors, divine missionaries sent by The Rightful Ruler, to free the poor, wretched souls of this land from their chains and from the tyranny of the crown.
Yet the infidels are upon us. Our crusade against the heretics has not gone unnoticed, we can no longer cloak ourselves in shadows and fight a silent war, while our insolent enemies mock us and beat the drums of war.
My dear brothers, the time has finally come for Total War! To bathe the streets with the blood of heretics and strike fear into the hearts of the ignorant fools who dare to defy us.
I humbly request that you grant me council so we can discuss such preparations.
Through chaos and ruin we will bring order. Our vision will be realised.
For glory,
Ronso Guado,Master of Shadows Conqueror."
*He stamps the letter with the insignia of a black fist, rolling the parchment up tightly and holds it out with one hand, an imp familiar appears in a flash of light and a puff of smoke, flapping above his head*
"Deliver this to our allies in the strongholds of the stonelands. Do not fail."
*With that, the imp snatches the letter and flies hastily off into the night sky through an open window, the dark figure snubs out the candle and all is dark again*
It reads:*
"My dear brothers,
It seems our unjust oppressors have finally seen through our disguise. Those dogs dare brand us as "terrorists!"
(*The next few sentences appear hastily and furiously scrawled, in contrast to the rest of the text, which is neatly and calmly written*)
No... we are saviors, divine missionaries sent by The Rightful Ruler, to free the poor, wretched souls of this land from their chains and from the tyranny of the crown.
Yet the infidels are upon us. Our crusade against the heretics has not gone unnoticed, we can no longer cloak ourselves in shadows and fight a silent war, while our insolent enemies mock us and beat the drums of war.
My dear brothers, the time has finally come for Total War! To bathe the streets with the blood of heretics and strike fear into the hearts of the ignorant fools who dare to defy us.
I humbly request that you grant me council so we can discuss such preparations.
Through chaos and ruin we will bring order. Our vision will be realised.
For glory,
Ronso Guado,
*He stamps the letter with the insignia of a black fist, rolling the parchment up tightly and holds it out with one hand, an imp familiar appears in a flash of light and a puff of smoke, flapping above his head*
"Deliver this to our allies in the strongholds of the stonelands. Do not fail."
*With that, the imp snatches the letter and flies hastily off into the night sky through an open window, the dark figure snubs out the candle and all is dark again*