News wings its way to Myrana |
Summary: | Sent via bird, the message is simple enough. |
Date: | 1868-04-24 |
Related: | Well. Fred's dead. |
NPCs: | {$npc} |
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Written in the most annoying cypher one can use without access to a certain book or text. The letter wings its way towards the Aequorian efforts up north. Addressed to one Lady Myrana d'Armaz.
Councillor,
I bear the saddest of news, Chancellor Frederick Tyres has expired. He is no more. He died in a puddle of piss, his throat slit ear to ear, whilst cradled in the noxious fumes of his own making. Though to all others, he died after his heart exploded during a romp with one too many ladies of virtue as yet untapped. I inform you of this because he is the man responsible for this war. He funded Rikton and Kentaire. His handler was a Kentaire Praetor known as Serelius, a man apparently up north fighting your Aequorian forces as we speak. Do stay warm.
Kind regards,
Chancellor Sir Mattias Thynne.
Sealed with a waxen Seal of Four Corners itself.