Discord
Changelog
01-31-2013, 10:27 AM
Hammer 16, Year of the Worm (1356 DR)
Dear Mumsy,
Well, it's been a long tenday and five! I've still managed to mostly avoid honest work (aside from the odd courier job and the like). I mostly despoil crypts, club to death and rob innocent goblins defending their territory ... and it seems I may have a future in slaving!
I did go to that execution a few days back. They actually had an amateur perform the deed! Can you believe it? I think the thief had to be hacked thrice before the screaming and twitching stopped! Such fun. Ahh, I so much find myself missing the skill of that charming half-orc who carried out such services in the center of Llorkh, however. Comfortable seating ... streetside vendors rushing drinks to you.
Ahh, those are good memories.
Afterwards, the executions were continued in a way that Queen-Regent Sambryl would NEVER approve. The thief's accomplices were killed by volunteering spectators in arena combats. Oh, my! I was practically shivering and tingling in excitement! I actually considered volunteering, myself, but I decided not to after hearing that those meant to be executed would not be given blunted weapons to fight with. Why ... they didn't even first remove the tongues of those skilled in the Power or the Art! Hardly fair for the volunteers!
Sigh. But it was still fun to watch.
I have also been studying the land and its people since my arrival. Mumsy, you would not BELIEVE the level of arrogance and discrimination here by the natives! Arrogant, self-serving, casually brutal ... normally traits I find quite endearing in men ... and women, and half-orcs, and gensai, and humanoids, and ... hrmm. I digress.
Here, it just tends to be just downright silly. Rather than having those grand qualities for something the individual has accomplished, he or she believes they have the right to do so merely because they are native to Thay.
Yes, mumsy, the very same Thayans who have attacked Rashemen and Aglarond ... how many times? Heh. Hmm. I just had an idea for a new tune. I'll have to get a bard to transcibe it. "It's Rah-sha-men, hallelujah ..."
Well, mumsy, I think I should prove that I have taken one of your many lessons to heart: Take the stupidity of the people and make it your own!
Or was that ... never mind.
Sheeple should be controlled with a subtle hand. The lash is a tool for pleasure and control, not oppression. Oppressors have the nasty habit of being killed in their sleep by those who are oppressed. Or those who actually "realize" they are oppressed.
I'll never forget that handsome paladin what's-his-name I traveled with for a short time outside of Polm. He could always be trusted to split loot evenly and he even trusted me to do the same! Can you believe it? I never took "too" much ... an overly-pruned plant will never grow, as the farmers say. And then he died for me by selflessly throwing himself in front of those three goblins who were charging me. Gods above and below, who couldn't appreciate a paladin? I hope to find another such idiot shield one day!
I'm still formulating my plans to take over Thay. I'm pretty sure that using their arrogance and bigotry against them will be key. From the odd rumors I've heard, I believe that the largest stumbling block will be a Zulkir spoken of only in frightened whispers ... some sassy necromancer named ... Tim.
Ahh, well. That's still a long way off. Till I next get the chance to write you
Your loving son,
Maurice
*Maurice opens the oven only to find the flames dead, his rat meat still uncooked. He slams his hand against it and shouts, "Work, damn you! Work!" Crumpling his letter and turning his back to the oven, he leaves to throw his missive into the fireplace of the main room*
Dear Mumsy,
Well, it's been a long tenday and five! I've still managed to mostly avoid honest work (aside from the odd courier job and the like). I mostly despoil crypts, club to death and rob innocent goblins defending their territory ... and it seems I may have a future in slaving!
I did go to that execution a few days back. They actually had an amateur perform the deed! Can you believe it? I think the thief had to be hacked thrice before the screaming and twitching stopped! Such fun. Ahh, I so much find myself missing the skill of that charming half-orc who carried out such services in the center of Llorkh, however. Comfortable seating ... streetside vendors rushing drinks to you.
Ahh, those are good memories.
Afterwards, the executions were continued in a way that Queen-Regent Sambryl would NEVER approve. The thief's accomplices were killed by volunteering spectators in arena combats. Oh, my! I was practically shivering and tingling in excitement! I actually considered volunteering, myself, but I decided not to after hearing that those meant to be executed would not be given blunted weapons to fight with. Why ... they didn't even first remove the tongues of those skilled in the Power or the Art! Hardly fair for the volunteers!
Sigh. But it was still fun to watch.
I have also been studying the land and its people since my arrival. Mumsy, you would not BELIEVE the level of arrogance and discrimination here by the natives! Arrogant, self-serving, casually brutal ... normally traits I find quite endearing in men ... and women, and half-orcs, and gensai, and humanoids, and ... hrmm. I digress.
Here, it just tends to be just downright silly. Rather than having those grand qualities for something the individual has accomplished, he or she believes they have the right to do so merely because they are native to Thay.
Yes, mumsy, the very same Thayans who have attacked Rashemen and Aglarond ... how many times? Heh. Hmm. I just had an idea for a new tune. I'll have to get a bard to transcibe it. "It's Rah-sha-men, hallelujah ..."
Well, mumsy, I think I should prove that I have taken one of your many lessons to heart: Take the stupidity of the people and make it your own!
Or was that ... never mind.
Sheeple should be controlled with a subtle hand. The lash is a tool for pleasure and control, not oppression. Oppressors have the nasty habit of being killed in their sleep by those who are oppressed. Or those who actually "realize" they are oppressed.
I'll never forget that handsome paladin what's-his-name I traveled with for a short time outside of Polm. He could always be trusted to split loot evenly and he even trusted me to do the same! Can you believe it? I never took "too" much ... an overly-pruned plant will never grow, as the farmers say. And then he died for me by selflessly throwing himself in front of those three goblins who were charging me. Gods above and below, who couldn't appreciate a paladin? I hope to find another such idiot shield one day!
I'm still formulating my plans to take over Thay. I'm pretty sure that using their arrogance and bigotry against them will be key. From the odd rumors I've heard, I believe that the largest stumbling block will be a Zulkir spoken of only in frightened whispers ... some sassy necromancer named ... Tim.
Ahh, well. That's still a long way off. Till I next get the chance to write you
Your loving son,
Maurice
*Maurice opens the oven only to find the flames dead, his rat meat still uncooked. He slams his hand against it and shouts, "Work, damn you! Work!" Crumpling his letter and turning his back to the oven, he leaves to throw his missive into the fireplace of the main room*