[EM News] Threat from Ver Lor Reg

[WarderDragon]

Threat from Ver Lor Reg
EM Sangria

The pesky meddlers were finally gone. As was the healer. This fake healer was revealed to be the thief who had taken their barrels of explosive powder. Fortunately, this band who called themselves the Royal Guard, were negligent in their duties. The fools never searched the thief’s quarters! But the guards of Ver Lor Reg did and found something very interesting. And very useful. The commander of the Ver Lor Reg guards began to write…

Leaders of Britannia!

We have had enough! You steal what belongs to us! You invade Ver Lor Reg in your quest for treasure!
We demand the following:

- Remove your murdering thieving people from our trade routes
- Return the barrels of explosives you retrieved intact
- A daily fee of 500,000 gold for continued access to Exodus dungeon for your people.

You have 24 hours! If you refuse, one of your cities will suffer.

 

[WarderDragon]

Interesting.

 

[Bryelle Vaughn]

Looks like the void will be getting a few more souls soon.

 

[Valek Typhoon]

A Missive to the "Home of True Light" Ver Lor Reg

The Independent, Ship Merchants and Privateers of New Magincia have long had disagreements with the corrupt council of the mainland, and wish to make our stance known with the True Gargoyle Race, that we will continue to make the sea's safer for your Gargoyle Vessels along our islands coast. We would also like to lend our aid for your cause against the Corrupt Council of the Main Land of Trammel, should you need such services far from the good graces of the Porcelain walls of Ver Lor Reg and the welcoming desert there around.

We would like to express our deeds in your area, in liberating the enslaved gargoyles from the controllers that have plagued your kin, long have we kept up the safety of the trade routes with all welcoming boarders. Over land, across sea's or through snow the New Magincian Trade Company is at your service.

Admiral
Valek Typhoon.

 

[WarderDragon]

Response from the Britannian Nobles to Ver Lor Reg
EM Sangria

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

 

[WarderDragon]

...at least they're subtle about it.

 

[Gannon Balthazar]

[IC]

It should come as no surprise they would turn on us.

It's time Britannia assimilated or purged these abhuman tribes once and for all. Let the false light be doused. Let their crucified bodies hang from the streets of Britain as an example to all those who would oppose us. Ver Lor Reg must burn until its marble walls burst and shatter. Along with all those who would stand with them.

 

[SuperKen]

Ok, what?

Seriously, did we not all see from the start that these Gargoyles are up to no good?

First you had that Queen who was going left and right, demanding obedience to anyone who would receive her while being a snooty, arrogant pancake.

Then this guy, a terrorist? And he's not even very good at it? Disgraceful.

And all that damn flapping. Constantly, buzzing, flapping, ARGH.

Can we be rid of these infernal creatures once and for all?

Oh, and they're ugly. I said it. So there.

 

[Noble Beast]

*Lady Claudia Drusilla cradled the arrow proclaiming Captain Jenkins's devotion to her & to HearthFire Village, by virtue of her elected status*

So similar to my ancestral heritage in our homeworld, Claudia thought HearthFire is Egypt & Britannia is Rome. The bounty of our resources of clothing, food, and gold are providing comfort to our chosen Virtue Town, Yew. Claudia's smile faded as she glanced at the stack of spy reports littering her cozy room. What do we do now that Jenkins, our Caesar, is gone? Mother's efforts to drug that weak NobleWoman, Lady Christianson, proved fruitless. BlackRock is a Blessing & a Curse. Our agents are in place, so the family will remain in shadow. Trina may enjoy one last Taming Hour, for now.

*sighs heavily while placing Cupid's Bolt into her Hope Chest*
*closes the lid before slipping into sleep in her warm down-bed nestled in her Magincian Sanctuary in Felucca*