Letter to Empress Ziataima
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Letter to Empress Ziataima
by Guest Thu Dec 27, 2012 6:37 pm
To the ruler of all Trolls and the Empress of the Vale, I greet you!
I write this letter carefully, in order to re-open dialogue between your people and my own. We share many things in common, among them, our united distaste for the other races on Azeroth. The vile and putrid orcs, the fel corrupted elves of Quel'Thalas, the disgusting smelling humans that consistently populate while devouring everything around themselves, the ale drinking dwarves who roll in their own shit and of course who could forget the freakish alien space demons known as the Draenei.
I write to you, Empress and Sovereign, as I believe the previous relationship that 'other' Forsaken held with your people and you was a mistake. Religious zealots are blind, blind to everything but their own truth, we, however, the rest of the nation, are not!
I would like to meet with you, Empress of the Vale and hear out any dilemma's you may have. Retribution upon our foolish kin will be swift, for we treat alliances as a pact of unbreakable steel, one that can be made yet again.
I look forward to your reply and implore you to meet with us, as soon as possible. We offer many great opportunities that can only benefit both of us! I am currently in the Horde encamptment in the Vale, should I receive a positive letter - I will make my way to wherever necessary.
L.V
I write this letter carefully, in order to re-open dialogue between your people and my own. We share many things in common, among them, our united distaste for the other races on Azeroth. The vile and putrid orcs, the fel corrupted elves of Quel'Thalas, the disgusting smelling humans that consistently populate while devouring everything around themselves, the ale drinking dwarves who roll in their own shit and of course who could forget the freakish alien space demons known as the Draenei.
I write to you, Empress and Sovereign, as I believe the previous relationship that 'other' Forsaken held with your people and you was a mistake. Religious zealots are blind, blind to everything but their own truth, we, however, the rest of the nation, are not!
I would like to meet with you, Empress of the Vale and hear out any dilemma's you may have. Retribution upon our foolish kin will be swift, for we treat alliances as a pact of unbreakable steel, one that can be made yet again.
I look forward to your reply and implore you to meet with us, as soon as possible. We offer many great opportunities that can only benefit both of us! I am currently in the Horde encamptment in the Vale, should I receive a positive letter - I will make my way to wherever necessary.
L.V
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Re: Letter to Empress Ziataima
by Ziata'Ima Sat Dec 29, 2012 10:25 pm
As the night begins to embrace the vale, the council stands around a bonfire within the throne room of Zul’Gurub. The flames from the fire crackle and feast eagerly upon the fresh kindling. The light is cast over the group of trolls, many of which wearing masks, war paint and in one case a blindfold.
Ziata’Ima stands, clutching a crumpled piece of parchment between her claws. The light of the fire making shadows dance over the mask of the Chosen.
She reaches to the male beside her, coated in leather and panther furs. His body coated in scars from years of hunts and battle. The male scans the words, peering at them in some confusion before the letter finds the hands of the Empire’s Scribe. With a concentrating frown upon her features, she reads out the letter to the council...
A silence falls as the final words are read out, the noise of the jungle and the popping of the ember ridden wood is all that fills the hush... Before, of course, the loud outcry and snarls that erupt from most of the trolls.
“When summing up the disgusting races, they should have started with themselves!” The panther fur clad male snarls loudly, fiercely gesturing toward the letter. Immediate agreement is hissed from the trolls.
“We must remember how the last pact ended. Do we not remember the last time the abominations sought a union?” Says the scribe wisely, her tone calm compared to the fierceness in the tone of the others, but is no less laced by a low growl.
Again, growls of agreement accompany this statement.
“There are none more vile or heretical! Their very existence is a heresy that should be purged.” One of the males speaks up, clad in armour, adorned with bone trinkets. His voice deep and full of loathing. “Undeath is an unnatural state, which you fully know... I would never condone an alliance with these abominations! Besides, what would we even gain from this “pact”?” He too, heavily gestures in his fury.
“I would seek to meet with them, to hear what they have to say...” an oddly gentle voice sounds out among the furious snarls. The female, adorned with healing trinkets and wearing robes common among the medicine workers.
Hissing answers her daring sentence, most of the trolls looking ready to aim their claws for her throat.
The Empress stands, unmoving. Her blackened eyes follow the conversation as she stands with her arms folded, standing to her full imposing height. She growls lowly, doing well to hold back her temper regarding the topic.
The healer begins gesturing with her staff. “We can see what they can provide for us.” She insists. “We used to be allied for them; we can use them as fodder.”
The words do nothing to fade the snarls and voices of protest that attempt to drown out her words.
The blind female steps forth, raising her chin in defiance of the snarls. She too, coated by scars. For once, she remains oddly calm. “And if we could play them out against other lessers, that could be most beneficial.” She adds to the healers words.
“You remember where that got us?!” The hunter interjects, snarling toward the face of the blind female in challenge. She swiftly reacts to this with her own, teeth bearing snarl, facing the direction of his voice.
“Let others speak –males-.” She mockingly hisses at him.
The healer takes the opportunity to continue: “It would do no harm to meet them!”
“No harm?! They are abominations! It is an insult to the Loa to merely let them in the vale, let alone –meet- them!” The armoured male roars, advancing toward the healer. Her gentle appearance vanishes as she meets the challenge with a fierce growl.
Ziata’Ima rolls her eyes, the debate continuing. She snatches the letter from the hands of her scribe and holds it between her claws. The inked words shimmering in the firelight.
“They foolishly sought to try to turn against us when they cowered from battle.”she glares to the parchment before crumpling it in her hand and turning to the council of trolls.
“Send answer to them in the form of cleansing fire. The horde grow too settled among our holy lands.”
With a hiss, she tosses the letter to the bonfire where it is greedily devoured by the hungry flames.
“Let them be reminded that the Empire does not forget and that they toy with Dambalah’s wrath!”
The cries of the council echo the Empress’s words in yelling roars!
“Blood! Fire! Death!”
Ziata’Ima stands, clutching a crumpled piece of parchment between her claws. The light of the fire making shadows dance over the mask of the Chosen.
She reaches to the male beside her, coated in leather and panther furs. His body coated in scars from years of hunts and battle. The male scans the words, peering at them in some confusion before the letter finds the hands of the Empire’s Scribe. With a concentrating frown upon her features, she reads out the letter to the council...
A silence falls as the final words are read out, the noise of the jungle and the popping of the ember ridden wood is all that fills the hush... Before, of course, the loud outcry and snarls that erupt from most of the trolls.
“When summing up the disgusting races, they should have started with themselves!” The panther fur clad male snarls loudly, fiercely gesturing toward the letter. Immediate agreement is hissed from the trolls.
“We must remember how the last pact ended. Do we not remember the last time the abominations sought a union?” Says the scribe wisely, her tone calm compared to the fierceness in the tone of the others, but is no less laced by a low growl.
Again, growls of agreement accompany this statement.
“There are none more vile or heretical! Their very existence is a heresy that should be purged.” One of the males speaks up, clad in armour, adorned with bone trinkets. His voice deep and full of loathing. “Undeath is an unnatural state, which you fully know... I would never condone an alliance with these abominations! Besides, what would we even gain from this “pact”?” He too, heavily gestures in his fury.
“I would seek to meet with them, to hear what they have to say...” an oddly gentle voice sounds out among the furious snarls. The female, adorned with healing trinkets and wearing robes common among the medicine workers.
Hissing answers her daring sentence, most of the trolls looking ready to aim their claws for her throat.
The Empress stands, unmoving. Her blackened eyes follow the conversation as she stands with her arms folded, standing to her full imposing height. She growls lowly, doing well to hold back her temper regarding the topic.
The healer begins gesturing with her staff. “We can see what they can provide for us.” She insists. “We used to be allied for them; we can use them as fodder.”
The words do nothing to fade the snarls and voices of protest that attempt to drown out her words.
The blind female steps forth, raising her chin in defiance of the snarls. She too, coated by scars. For once, she remains oddly calm. “And if we could play them out against other lessers, that could be most beneficial.” She adds to the healers words.
“You remember where that got us?!” The hunter interjects, snarling toward the face of the blind female in challenge. She swiftly reacts to this with her own, teeth bearing snarl, facing the direction of his voice.
“Let others speak –males-.” She mockingly hisses at him.
The healer takes the opportunity to continue: “It would do no harm to meet them!”
“No harm?! They are abominations! It is an insult to the Loa to merely let them in the vale, let alone –meet- them!” The armoured male roars, advancing toward the healer. Her gentle appearance vanishes as she meets the challenge with a fierce growl.
Ziata’Ima rolls her eyes, the debate continuing. She snatches the letter from the hands of her scribe and holds it between her claws. The inked words shimmering in the firelight.
“They foolishly sought to try to turn against us when they cowered from battle.”she glares to the parchment before crumpling it in her hand and turning to the council of trolls.
“Send answer to them in the form of cleansing fire. The horde grow too settled among our holy lands.”
With a hiss, she tosses the letter to the bonfire where it is greedily devoured by the hungry flames.
“Let them be reminded that the Empire does not forget and that they toy with Dambalah’s wrath!”
The cries of the council echo the Empress’s words in yelling roars!
“Blood! Fire! Death!”
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Re: Letter to Empress Ziataima
by Krogon Devilstep Sun Dec 30, 2012 3:01 pm
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I -Dare- You.
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I -Dare- You.
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