Myrmtarr
09-12-2002, 12:47 AM
Putrid Bipedal Flesh-bags of Puddleby,
Today, the Queen deemed that it was time for a reminder to you, that you do not belong in this land. Many other creatures, chief among them the Myrm, laid claim to this land long before your haphazard wooden boxes deposited you upon the shore like so much unwanted refuse. And it is a constant amazement that you persist in your ignorance of the balances that you disrupted when you garbage-beasts chose to make our Royal Highlands your town. You should feel shame, for this ignorance.
To help further the point that you are indeed the most unwelcome beings this island has yet to encounter on its once-pristine shores, the Myrm have struck at your altar. The Great Queen of Myrm herself produced a special acid, that I personally delivered to your altar. It shall slowly eat away at the cracks it already held, until it and its magic crumbles. Then your immortality...will be no more.
But we are not without mercy. We understand your ignorance is due largely to the fact you as a community refuse to acknowledge your inferiority to the races that were here before you. If you abandon your dwellings, and take your boats out to a new island, we shall allow you safe passage. Take the opportunity.
Take the hint.
Go away.
Speaking for her Greatest and Always-to-be-Hnoured Queen of Myrm - Myrmtarr.
Today, the Queen deemed that it was time for a reminder to you, that you do not belong in this land. Many other creatures, chief among them the Myrm, laid claim to this land long before your haphazard wooden boxes deposited you upon the shore like so much unwanted refuse. And it is a constant amazement that you persist in your ignorance of the balances that you disrupted when you garbage-beasts chose to make our Royal Highlands your town. You should feel shame, for this ignorance.
To help further the point that you are indeed the most unwelcome beings this island has yet to encounter on its once-pristine shores, the Myrm have struck at your altar. The Great Queen of Myrm herself produced a special acid, that I personally delivered to your altar. It shall slowly eat away at the cracks it already held, until it and its magic crumbles. Then your immortality...will be no more.
But we are not without mercy. We understand your ignorance is due largely to the fact you as a community refuse to acknowledge your inferiority to the races that were here before you. If you abandon your dwellings, and take your boats out to a new island, we shall allow you safe passage. Take the opportunity.
Take the hint.
Go away.
Speaking for her Greatest and Always-to-be-Hnoured Queen of Myrm - Myrmtarr.