Cypher for the Populace of Ravenslake
| Cerian Cantwr |
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Greetings unto the populace of the Rising and Munificent Emipi...
errrr... uhmmmm... Shire? Yeah, that's it! Shire of Ravenslake. For decades you have been a good friend, both to the Barony, as well as the Shires and Province that preceded it. You have been great neighbors and we have enjoyed working with you. And though your deeds have been mighty, you have not always received the wordfame that was your due. This day We would sing your praises. However, We shall not mention certain things. We shall not discuss how one of your members caused a simultaneous triple royal facepalm. Neither shall We talk about Ravensmere nor Azurelake, for that could get awkward Finally, We would not breathe a word of the giant beaver of Ravenslake and what the Shire did with its pelt. Rather, We would suggest that those unfamiliar with where these bodies were buried should ask Alexander. We would say unto him specifically, "Neener. Neener. And, yea verily, Neener." Should he look aghast and ask, "You wouldst say Neener unto me?" We would reply, "You betcha." Should he clutch at his non-existent pearls and bemoan how We could do such a thing, We would point out to him Alexander's Rule Number One, "Because. We. Can." Tweaking The Great Mustache aside, We would offer our sincere thanks for your decades of friendship and assistance. It has been a great ride, and We hope it keeps going for a long time to come. We offer you this Cypher as a token of our respect and esteem. |
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