The Heralds Message - Haerken unto my words, lest' thou meet
Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2002 3:10 am
Sitting behind an intemporal desk of oak, one of the few salvages from the Age of Discord, he looks down at the piece of Parchment resting upon it's polished surface. Grabbing a feathered quill, he dipped it's tip into the ink-pot and began writing out his warning. He grew tired of all the whining and simpering, and of all the feeble attempts on his life. It was time to make a few things clear..
"Hearken and behold the words in which i write, for they shalt be thy warning. No longer will i show any compassion nor mercy for those wretched creatures who would shroud the island in darkness and strife. Let it be known, should any such fool attempt assault on my personage, i will not hold my sword in check. For to assault me, or any innocents around me, is to bring folly upon thyself. Once, twice, thrice and more shalt i decimate mine enemies and i care not about the laws which protect these murderous dogs. To enter combat with me or those around me without just cause will result in a timely death. Heed my words well, for upon my honor do i swear that it will be so...."
Leaning back in the chairs unyielding embrace, he nodded to himself and rose to his feet. With the parchment in hand, he made way for heralds board. Drawing a short dagger from it's sheath, he stabbed the parchment and left it hanging for all who would view it.
(Edited by Kaizer at 3:20 am on Jan. 5, 2002)
"Hearken and behold the words in which i write, for they shalt be thy warning. No longer will i show any compassion nor mercy for those wretched creatures who would shroud the island in darkness and strife. Let it be known, should any such fool attempt assault on my personage, i will not hold my sword in check. For to assault me, or any innocents around me, is to bring folly upon thyself. Once, twice, thrice and more shalt i decimate mine enemies and i care not about the laws which protect these murderous dogs. To enter combat with me or those around me without just cause will result in a timely death. Heed my words well, for upon my honor do i swear that it will be so...."
Leaning back in the chairs unyielding embrace, he nodded to himself and rose to his feet. With the parchment in hand, he made way for heralds board. Drawing a short dagger from it's sheath, he stabbed the parchment and left it hanging for all who would view it.
(Edited by Kaizer at 3:20 am on Jan. 5, 2002)