Been playing some Dominions lately. EA C'tis with some irl friends. I had a bit of rp fun with my messages
MESSAGE ONE:
to the hatchlings of my mother’s nest-mate,
like any national power in these uncertain times, we have unfortunately found it necessary to deploy military force in the resolution of one or two minor border disputes. Such displays of power have exposed elements of our society to broader view and contributed to some whispers of unwarranted concern over the morality of our use of so called “slaves”.
Please rest assured that our engagement of our predator cousins on the battlefield is for their own good. Their meat seeking brains are measurably smaller and less developed, and as a result they are quite free from the burdens of higher thought. They cannot always control their violent tendencies and some use of the whip can be regrettably necessary. Honorable combat is the obvious and best use for our bronze skinned cousins.
We appreciate the soft hearted concern for the high tailed ones, but rest assured, they are well treated, receiving adequate food and shelter and physical discipline only when necessary.
May the black waters of the underworld engulf your heart,
the descendants of the great king Ekishnugal
MESSAGE TWO:
to our esteemed but dietarily misguided neighbors,
it’s recently come to our attention that many of you choose to eat meat; the flesh of another living being. We understand that your ways may be different than ours, but this we cannot fathom. If you can only survive by eating meat, we understand. But if you have the choice, why would you take the life of another unnecessarily?
Please do not be offended when we say we find this choice of yours morally disgusting. We recognize that you have the potential for elevated thinking and urge you: do not kill for the joy of killing. We may face many horrors in these times but do not need to add to them. Eat plants.
May you find joy in the next life,
the keepers of the sacred serpent
MESSAGE THREE
We come, we come with roll of drum: ta-runda runda runda rom!
We
come, we come with horn and drum: ta-rūna rūna rūna rom!
To
Kailasa! Though Kailasa be ringed and barred with doors of
stone;
Though Kailasa be strong and hard, as cold as stone and
bare as bone,
We go, we go, we go to war, to hew the stone and
break the door;
For swamp and swale are burning now, the furnace
roars - we go to war!
To land of gloom with tramp of doom, with
roll of drum, we come, we come;
To Kailasa with doom we
come!
With doom we come, with doom we come!
MESSAGE FOUR
Sauromancer Dheem’s Letters Sun Date Akhet 32:
They say the war is going well, but I am not so certain. I’ve heard rumours of a great defeat on the northern peninsula, a whole army wiped out with only a few bloody survivors to tell the tale. There are whispers of a huge many-armed woman riding a tiger, terrible to look upon, and endless swarms of chittering monkeys whose cries can drive a lizard to madness.
I’m being deployed to the eastern front today, with eleven of my kin. Such a force has not been mustered in many years and we should have no fear. And yet, when I reported to my supply unit today, my quarter master gave me all of the gemstones he had, a prince’s ransom! The warehouse was being emptied of the precious things, as if there were no future to save them for. The hands of my quartermaster shook as he gave them to me, and there was fear in his eyes.
A battlefield is dangerous even in the best of times. If you do not hear from me again, know that my last thoughts will be of you, my love.
