[ic=A Worthy Life Ends]
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[spoiler=Orders][/spoiler]
[spoiler=Message to Shee-Ra]
This rat is from a dead kobold, Shee-Ra. I ate him myself, so I should know.
The undead attack you, fellow kobolds. This will not stand. Support or no, I am
the commander of the Legion, and I say that it marches with you. Robertson
shall feel the weight of my blade on his neck as the last thing in his mockery of
a life. War approaches the Upperdeep, Shee-Ra, and I ache for it to be joined.
-Skarax, Legatus et Dominus
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[spoiler=Message to Llitul]
Marius liked writing more than most, but his liking was at the expense of
accuracy. I do not have the same skill, but my words play less than his.
Words are a cure for madness, the wanting that ignores numbers and letters.
Without words, memory is the record of agreement and dissent, and memory
is shit. So we shall have numbers, and letters. Yours and mine, and yours and
Marius'.
I have respect for Marius, and continue his works. That includes accounting
for contracts of scrying. He found your business good, and I will extend the
offer of food for trade on that basis. The Legion has 1500 food not in strategic
reserve that I will trade. For two food units I propose one gold unit in return.
For slaves, I go by the price of two gold units per slave. It does not matter to
me who buys them- they will be sold regardless. There are 100 surface elves
available. There will be more, but not soon. Blood and kin call to war, and I
hunger for it.
-Skarax, Legatus et Dominus
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[spoiler=Message to Dolmar]
I inherit plans for war. Marius had plans, as did every clan beneath the earth.
I want this war, to be fought against the dark and disgusting. But what of you?
I am prepared to honor Marius by continuing his works, on which he left
instructions. Or should I call them books? His words take up space that others
would use for feelings and passions. Do not mistake me for him. I lack his
aptitude for words, but use what I have better than he.
-Skarax, Legatus et Dominus
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[spoiler=Orders][/spoiler]
[spoiler=Message to Shee-Ra]
This rat is from a dead kobold, Shee-Ra. I ate him myself, so I should know.
The undead attack you, fellow kobolds. This will not stand. Support or no, I am
the commander of the Legion, and I say that it marches with you. Robertson
shall feel the weight of my blade on his neck as the last thing in his mockery of
a life. War approaches the Upperdeep, Shee-Ra, and I ache for it to be joined.
-Skarax, Legatus et Dominus
[/spoiler]
[spoiler=Message to Llitul]
Marius liked writing more than most, but his liking was at the expense of
accuracy. I do not have the same skill, but my words play less than his.
Words are a cure for madness, the wanting that ignores numbers and letters.
Without words, memory is the record of agreement and dissent, and memory
is shit. So we shall have numbers, and letters. Yours and mine, and yours and
Marius'.
I have respect for Marius, and continue his works. That includes accounting
for contracts of scrying. He found your business good, and I will extend the
offer of food for trade on that basis. The Legion has 1500 food not in strategic
reserve that I will trade. For two food units I propose one gold unit in return.
For slaves, I go by the price of two gold units per slave. It does not matter to
me who buys them- they will be sold regardless. There are 100 surface elves
available. There will be more, but not soon. Blood and kin call to war, and I
hunger for it.
-Skarax, Legatus et Dominus
[/spoiler]
[spoiler=Message to Dolmar]
I inherit plans for war. Marius had plans, as did every clan beneath the earth.
I want this war, to be fought against the dark and disgusting. But what of you?
I am prepared to honor Marius by continuing his works, on which he left
instructions. Or should I call them books? His words take up space that others
would use for feelings and passions. Do not mistake me for him. I lack his
aptitude for words, but use what I have better than he.
-Skarax, Legatus et Dominus
[/spoiler]