RainAxe
Ascended Shitposter
[An announcement through ink would be put on display for Eden to take notice.]
Merhaba, Citizens of Anjyarr, Nation Leaders, and all whom read this notice.
It is with a heavy heart to write this notice. From the papers that have leaked within our cities, and the other lands beyond. News of our Sultan’s death has grown to leave many in shock, disarray, and potentially worse. Chaos has leaked within the very foundations of what we stood for. People whom we once knew, grown into cowardice, corruption, and servants of their own darkness. We’ve seen the absences of leadership, only arriving when the state of our land is walking on the lines of conflict, and weakness to appear before the eyes of Foreign Nations.
This is not what we stood for. This is not what the Sultanate of Anjyarr was meant to be. Once a nation in glory, with its people who have rode War Elephants, and Giant Scorpions in tales of old. Once in faith to the Old Path, and seeking glory for our land. Once, we lived in peace with our neighboring nations, even aiding one another to combat the darkness that has loomed over us all for decades. We once were a nation to be respected, and feared by the evils of Eden and beyond.
It is time we reclaim what we’ve once lost. To rebuild, and forge our names into the sands to be remembered. To respect, and pay tribute to the gods through our deeds of good. And to bring our nation back to the way it was. The way it should be. Through a recent meeting of the High Council, held within the very palace of Al-Khadir, it has been decided that I, Asif Al’Maghrabi, shall be placed as the Sultan of our lands. To guide our people to the glory we once were, and to avenge the death of our former leader, Ralvvon. We must not stand for this injustice, for this chaos. We, as citizens of the Sultanate, must stand united, and in strength.
To the nation leaders beyond who read this notice. I implore you to take a visit to the grand palace. To speak forth the grievances that have caused divide within our nation, and those beyond. In the climate we find ourselves in, animosity within one another will only find vulnerabilities for chaos to take advantage of.
And lastly, to the sick and twisted being who’s decided to write ink in the blood of our people. Your days remain ever numbered. Justice for our people will be served. And with every darkness, comes light to burn its existence. No acts you can perform will delay the impending death you face. I pray that your heart holds enough weight for the imbalance of Bhaseth’s scale.
Tarik Ab Shadam, Tat’ua alien erima reti.
Merhaba, Citizens of Anjyarr, Nation Leaders, and all whom read this notice.
It is with a heavy heart to write this notice. From the papers that have leaked within our cities, and the other lands beyond. News of our Sultan’s death has grown to leave many in shock, disarray, and potentially worse. Chaos has leaked within the very foundations of what we stood for. People whom we once knew, grown into cowardice, corruption, and servants of their own darkness. We’ve seen the absences of leadership, only arriving when the state of our land is walking on the lines of conflict, and weakness to appear before the eyes of Foreign Nations.
This is not what we stood for. This is not what the Sultanate of Anjyarr was meant to be. Once a nation in glory, with its people who have rode War Elephants, and Giant Scorpions in tales of old. Once in faith to the Old Path, and seeking glory for our land. Once, we lived in peace with our neighboring nations, even aiding one another to combat the darkness that has loomed over us all for decades. We once were a nation to be respected, and feared by the evils of Eden and beyond.
It is time we reclaim what we’ve once lost. To rebuild, and forge our names into the sands to be remembered. To respect, and pay tribute to the gods through our deeds of good. And to bring our nation back to the way it was. The way it should be. Through a recent meeting of the High Council, held within the very palace of Al-Khadir, it has been decided that I, Asif Al’Maghrabi, shall be placed as the Sultan of our lands. To guide our people to the glory we once were, and to avenge the death of our former leader, Ralvvon. We must not stand for this injustice, for this chaos. We, as citizens of the Sultanate, must stand united, and in strength.
To the nation leaders beyond who read this notice. I implore you to take a visit to the grand palace. To speak forth the grievances that have caused divide within our nation, and those beyond. In the climate we find ourselves in, animosity within one another will only find vulnerabilities for chaos to take advantage of.
And lastly, to the sick and twisted being who’s decided to write ink in the blood of our people. Your days remain ever numbered. Justice for our people will be served. And with every darkness, comes light to burn its existence. No acts you can perform will delay the impending death you face. I pray that your heart holds enough weight for the imbalance of Bhaseth’s scale.
Tarik Ab Shadam, Tat’ua alien erima reti.
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