Lurin
Duke
My Emperor,
My thanks for opening your portal while the ground in the province began to shake. As minister of the Gilded Stairs I did all I could to ensure that your people made it through the portal in safety and we thank you for your care at all times.
I humbly request you forgive my impertinence and my inability to provide in this situation but I have always been a keeper of the stairs and have glorified in my service to the great world you provide for us. In your service I have led some four hundred through the portal when it appeared and now find ourselves in a barren landscape, so we must be within Province 5.
We have found ourselves immediately engaged against strange, dark skinned humanoids, some wielding magics we have not seen. They have swarmed around us and probe our defense constantly. Already no small amount of our numbers have fallen.
We have been cut from your magic o' ruler of the world, no doubt due to our lack of skill and understanding of your great arts. We survive now only on the chains of station, and weapons of history that we brought along with our numbers.
Please my Emperor, I beseech you in the name of your people, send your magics to aid us, send one of your mighty lions to save your people from destruction as you have always done so we may begin rejoicing in yet one more of your mighty acts!
Humbly,
Minister of the Gilded Stairs.
My thanks for opening your portal while the ground in the province began to shake. As minister of the Gilded Stairs I did all I could to ensure that your people made it through the portal in safety and we thank you for your care at all times.
I humbly request you forgive my impertinence and my inability to provide in this situation but I have always been a keeper of the stairs and have glorified in my service to the great world you provide for us. In your service I have led some four hundred through the portal when it appeared and now find ourselves in a barren landscape, so we must be within Province 5.
We have found ourselves immediately engaged against strange, dark skinned humanoids, some wielding magics we have not seen. They have swarmed around us and probe our defense constantly. Already no small amount of our numbers have fallen.
We have been cut from your magic o' ruler of the world, no doubt due to our lack of skill and understanding of your great arts. We survive now only on the chains of station, and weapons of history that we brought along with our numbers.
Please my Emperor, I beseech you in the name of your people, send your magics to aid us, send one of your mighty lions to save your people from destruction as you have always done so we may begin rejoicing in yet one more of your mighty acts!
Humbly,
Minister of the Gilded Stairs.
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