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((how did you know it was chirparoo? he did not sign the note)) Our Brother did not do anything rash. Let him worship if he likes, Brother Ssaron, and if he wishes to worship with other Lizards that should be perfectly fine. And I suggest we move the planned Mass a dwarven week later if we must. In ...

A few dwarven hours later.

In Her Name,
Rakshasas Asasabonsa.

I am afraid I may not be able to attend the Mass.

However, I will do my best to try and make it.

In Her Name,
Rakshasas Asasabonsa

A large piece of parchment hangs in front of the gatehouse written in the ancient Lizard text. Greetings my Brothers and Sisters! To reiterate what Brother Ssaron has already stated, there will be a Mass gathering on 23 Ronas ((April 2nd @ 7:00 PM GMT / 1:00 PM CST)) at the Holy Temple in Zzyathis....

Then I wish to speak with you in person, Brother.

In Zelphia's Name,
Rakshasas Asasabonsa

Thank you very much for your input Brother Szrenszor. It is very much appreciated.

This is exactly what I have been trying to say.

In Zelphia's Name,
Rakshasas Asasabonsa

((You have no way of knowing that the lizard you talked to at the gatehouse in person is the same one that is writing you all of these letters. Just lettin you know ;) )) I shake my head as I once again enter the gatehouse. I continue the game of writing out the notes and leaving them in a pile in t...

I post another note underneath, there is also a piece of old parchment hanging underneath. I find it interesting that you changed the laws to fit your needs. You are able and willing to list a Brother as a heretic simply because he does not agree with you? I find that to be rather brash. Not to men...

I walk through the gates of Zzyathis and frown as I notice all of my parchments are gone except one with a small note on it. I read it quickly and then get to work on rewriting my notes and replace them where they had once been. I then take the time to write the message underneath each of Ssaron's ...

I frown as I look at the board. I scratch in a small message underneath the one addressing my actions. The message is written in the ancient Lizard text. A heretic is one who denounces Zelphia. I have never done so in my life, nor have I ever even thought of the notion. I would much sooner cut out ...

A pile of parchment is set up next to the first. It is written in the ancient Lizard text. To My Brothers and Sisters, I will personally apologize for our young brother's writings, and help him fix what he has so ignorantly written down. This land is no singular lizard's land. It was a gift from Ze...

I frown lightly, licking my lips. "Well, Brother, I understand your intentions were just, But now I fear for our Lands. Much has changed in the several years I have been away. So much that it seems even the High Priest is no longer familiar with lizard customs. Thank you Brother, But I am in n...

I hiss softly. "Maybe I did not wish to find you, Brother. I find it peculiar, That simply because you overheard my private prayers to our Mother, You may think that I wish to meet you. It is insulting and disrespectful to listen to a lizard's prayers that are only meant for the Mother to hear...

I pick at my teeth,
Small bits of fish stuck in between them,
And there is the smell,
A brother walks in and I fold my claws in my lap,
My eyes rest on him.

"Greetings Brother."

I awake to the sounds of footsteps, My eyes are still shut, The visitor leaves, And when I open my eyes I discover a note. I read it quickly, And push it into the embers of the fire, It smolders and burns, Turning to ash. Under my breath I whisper to myself. "There is much that this land, Stil...

((This isn't a poem, I just find it easier for me to write this way.)) The stones beneath my legs are wet and cold. I kneel in the darkness, head bowed against chest I can hear myself breath My heart pound. My arms are raised high at the altar Claws clasped together like a wolf's jaw The rain slides...