-YOUR- tantrum

I'll address you all in order to make it easy for you (nobody can say I'm not benevolent). Sorry Sheryni, you don't get your own post. You'll have to share.


Would-be, so-called, breaker of hearts,

The only yapping I've heard is coming from behind your gate. Oh wait, you don't have one anymore. Well, the sentiment remains. Yap. Yap. Yappity yap. E for effort in your approach. Clever as always. Save your opinion for someone who cares.

Imaginary once-Tyrant who fled to the North,

The day will come when life will get hard for you in the North and you'll turn tail and run just as you did when the Empire started being difficult. The only self-indulgent state I see is yours, Elene Arcan (Arcan-Mudlard is it now?) Where will you go next? Who will have you? I wonder. I suppose one day we'll see. You'll always have an Ogre to ride on I suppose.

It was rather adorable the way you stomped your little feet when we told you 'no' to hilunite. Such tantrums. Tcht. If you think so ill of His Champion and His Reaver, challenge me. You wont have any of your mutts to step in for you, though. What will life be like for Elene when she doesn't have them? I guess you can sparkle in the sky if you haven't burnt out by then.

Tzantrash,

What sort of name even is this? No, don't write that, you idiot! Gods above... **bloody scribbles mar the newspost here, rendering whatever was written after the initial opening moot** Who are you even?


The only tears I've seen are on the faces of Spireans begging to be unenemied and no doubt streaking the cheeks of your Regent when she doesn't get what she wants.


Your insults fall flatter than the tundra upon which you sit. Try something better. I'm getting bored again.



Officially released on Closday, the 6th of Lleian, in the year 5 AC.