Gaedun Kar'Dan said:
Dan Nickname Beshers said:
Making threats you cannot possibly keep cheapens what little value your tarnished word has, Varg. Your people, your true people, want you know more than ours, and when your vaunted chieftain learns of your transgressions, he will banish you at the least. You are a child, and shall be visited a child's chastisement, as you were the last time you crossed the Lord of the Fae.
Wolf is NOT a Varg by any means, fae. He is a honorable Vansir and like our valiant dead, he would NOT willingly use sky magic.
Deadlands said:
I think I remember Nic being a pretty smart S.O.B. Maybe you're right, and his words sound like riddles simply because you're a bit soft?
Anywho, forget about The Withering, bring back Arcadia! I'm tired of looking like a friggin zombie.
Preston Lefae
PS. I'll help you lead an army of fae against what ever the heck you want. Just give me a place to live again!!!
Your "people" do not deserve a place to live in this world. You MURDERED THOUSANDS of Vansir with all of your "great and powerful" sky magic. You would think that someone as old and "wise" as your father, would have the COMMON SENSE not to "protect" the black citadel with sky magic forcing the Vansir to march to their death. There is a debt that must be paid Preston and the suffering of your people is only thing that will calm my blood.
Glory and Honor for all Vansir,
Gaedun Kar'Dan
Well, I thought this one was dead in the water, but sure, I'll talk another stab.
Our people ARE your people. We're your dreams, your nightmares, your sense of wonder as a child, that feeling of dread and hope you feel as a dying man on the battlefield. We exist BECAUSE of you, not in spite of you, not without you, ONLY because of you, because a mortal child had a dream, shed a tear, felt a sense of fear and wonderment, for just one significant moment in time. We are not just creations of the star magic you hate. That is just what weapon we wield.
We didn't murder anyone. My kind tried to help, and I was already dead when this happened. Had I been there, I would have suggested to my father that we let you all die with the glory you wanted, that I believe you deserved. No one forced the barbs to march to their death. Oberon made a mistake, doing the best he could with a crap situation. I never claimed my father was wise, but he did care about your kind, and his fire perished while trying to help you.
That is more than you would have done for us…wanker.
The debt has been paid. I know you're kind struggles with academics, but this is basic math we're talking here.
Many of your kind died. MOST of my kind are DEAD. And though endless things have caused this blight, it was by mortal hands that The Withering could've been undone. But no....because you couldn't work together to stop it.
You are hateful, bigoted, ignorant whelps....but I love ya anyway, because I know you don't have a friggin clue what you’re doing.
We need each other, whether you realize it or not. So get over it.
When your pride burns out, accept our hands, otherwise the big bad is going to make all your dreams nightmares. I really don’t want to see that happen.
In closing, I just mess with Wolfy-bum because he can't take a joke. He's not so bad, just a punk.
Preston
PS. Wolf is still an asshat.