Discord
Changelog
To His Dark Luminescence, The Most Wretched Emperor of Dust, Exexexes X, Possibly Acting Bishop of Jolo's Perfectly Ignoble Boarding House
From Her Most Luminescent Cowherd, Deaconess-Baroness Zenzylina Q of the Discarded Mop, and the Outhouse of Brutal Serendipity
22 Flamerule, the Year of the Uphill River
By the Mistshadow, O Illusionsmith, I bring ill word of the Outhouse's state.
Oleonor Rex failed to return from Lady Corella's manor in a timely fashion. So after taking on the disguise of a common milkmaid, I borrowed a discarded milking bucket (or an emptied slopping bucket which could pass for such) from the neighboring pig farm, then set out to find him.
I found him not far outside Lady Corella's stables, stripped of his garments, tortured beyond words and half-buried in a pile of horse dung there. So it appears that Lady Corella has given unto us her most abject refusal to consider our proposition.
I wiped the dung from Brother Oleonor's form as well as I could, then fashioned a crude litter of burlap and wooden poles to bear him back to the shrine. I have only now finished mending his broken legs and his shoulders twisted from their sockets, but far more healing awaits. He was unable to retrieve his severed tongue ere the lady's men cast him out of the manor, and his ears, his nipples and his manhood alike were burned away with hot irons; I shall need to beseech the Mist Maiden's aid in growing these parts anew. May She be so willing.
The lady's men-at-arms now come calling at all hours, asking such intrusive querries as what crimes have I perpetrated of late, who are my contacts among the criminal underworld and how much coin I have given for trade in stolen goods. I have done none of these deeds, Your Baseness! I am but a priestess; a liar I may be, but a criminal I am not. Why does Lady Corella insist on laying such accusations at the Church of Leira's feet? How could we, in her history, have wounded her gravely enough to warrant her intolerance, if not her vengeance?
By the Mistshadow. I anticipate your foolish and unreasoning reply.
Miss Z
From Her Most Luminescent Cowherd, Deaconess-Baroness Zenzylina Q of the Discarded Mop, and the Outhouse of Brutal Serendipity
22 Flamerule, the Year of the Uphill River
By the Mistshadow, O Illusionsmith, I bring ill word of the Outhouse's state.
Oleonor Rex failed to return from Lady Corella's manor in a timely fashion. So after taking on the disguise of a common milkmaid, I borrowed a discarded milking bucket (or an emptied slopping bucket which could pass for such) from the neighboring pig farm, then set out to find him.
I found him not far outside Lady Corella's stables, stripped of his garments, tortured beyond words and half-buried in a pile of horse dung there. So it appears that Lady Corella has given unto us her most abject refusal to consider our proposition.
I wiped the dung from Brother Oleonor's form as well as I could, then fashioned a crude litter of burlap and wooden poles to bear him back to the shrine. I have only now finished mending his broken legs and his shoulders twisted from their sockets, but far more healing awaits. He was unable to retrieve his severed tongue ere the lady's men cast him out of the manor, and his ears, his nipples and his manhood alike were burned away with hot irons; I shall need to beseech the Mist Maiden's aid in growing these parts anew. May She be so willing.
The lady's men-at-arms now come calling at all hours, asking such intrusive querries as what crimes have I perpetrated of late, who are my contacts among the criminal underworld and how much coin I have given for trade in stolen goods. I have done none of these deeds, Your Baseness! I am but a priestess; a liar I may be, but a criminal I am not. Why does Lady Corella insist on laying such accusations at the Church of Leira's feet? How could we, in her history, have wounded her gravely enough to warrant her intolerance, if not her vengeance?
By the Mistshadow. I anticipate your foolish and unreasoning reply.
Miss Z
Corella d'Margo, arch-liar
Wyren Caul-of-Amber, alchemist
Tirah Het-Nanu, courtesan
Wyren Caul-of-Amber, alchemist
Tirah Het-Nanu, courtesan