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An arrow, painted a brilliant sea green with glitter adorning its fletched feathers, would find itself embedded deeply into the wood of the Greygate noticeboard. How it got there remains to be seen. Furled around its shaft, held by twine, was a parchment. It held a passage written in spidery handwriting and black ink, save the signatures.
The only monsters in this world are you. And those, like you, who seek only to gain dominion over others; terrible man-beasts whose hunger is not satiated by food nor flesh, but by despair and commotion. In truth, every living thing that has lived seeks dominion over one domain or another; nobles seek power over the commoners, guards seek power over criminals, gangs seek power over territory.
The difference between these items is something rather simple. They, simply put, only want control to build their own environment. You, on the other hand, only want control to hold it and covet it as the Imperial Crown covets honor. But even now, your control is contested and held together by the pettiest and tiniest of strings. Cahal roam your strongholds backside. Mercenaries pillage and capture whomever vampiric persons they please. And greater still is the overarching populace, simply waiting for you to make one single mistake.
There is no way out. A hole dug too deep has turned to a grave; for you, it shall remain unmarked. I hope you've grown a resistance to arrows as many vampires I've fought have, lest you end up in the grave you dug for yourself. The divine have already passed their judgement; it is up to those peoples, the gentlefolk, the common rabble to make the delivery.
I do not care for your response. The smartest thing to do for you would be to throw the crown off of your head before I loose an arrow at it. You know my aim is true.
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To Xilthruum, Skeletal Lich and (self-proclaimed) 'Lord' of None.
The only monsters in this world are you. And those, like you, who seek only to gain dominion over others; terrible man-beasts whose hunger is not satiated by food nor flesh, but by despair and commotion. In truth, every living thing that has lived seeks dominion over one domain or another; nobles seek power over the commoners, guards seek power over criminals, gangs seek power over territory.
The difference between these items is something rather simple. They, simply put, only want control to build their own environment. You, on the other hand, only want control to hold it and covet it as the Imperial Crown covets honor. But even now, your control is contested and held together by the pettiest and tiniest of strings. Cahal roam your strongholds backside. Mercenaries pillage and capture whomever vampiric persons they please. And greater still is the overarching populace, simply waiting for you to make one single mistake.
There is no way out. A hole dug too deep has turned to a grave; for you, it shall remain unmarked. I hope you've grown a resistance to arrows as many vampires I've fought have, lest you end up in the grave you dug for yourself. The divine have already passed their judgement; it is up to those peoples, the gentlefolk, the common rabble to make the delivery.
I do not care for your response. The smartest thing to do for you would be to throw the crown off of your head before I loose an arrow at it. You know my aim is true.
Signed,
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