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A glum and beaten Sirin storms into the Temple of Myrkul. He mutters angrilly to himself and kicks stones in his way. As he nears the altar, he slows his pace, clears his throat, and collect himself.
Lord Everwalk, I am your His faithful Harbinger, Sirin. I would ask your wishes on a matter within our alliance.
Black Fang Lenric ((I think that is what the Imperceptor called him)) sought the help of His servant in the Citadel with an enemy of our alliance. His opening salvo was to insult His servant and order me as a whelp.
It may not have been wise to get under his skin, but I only take orders from Him and this holy temple... unless you say otherwise. I would assist in their needs, gladly, as an ally - but not as a subordinate. Myrkul rules the Eternal - His harbinger is dog to no tool of the living.
He struck me down in the Citadel, where I was guest. I am to understand his own people were not pleased with these actions. My pride wishes to teach him a lesson on our grounds, but I worry of the repricussions. Your holy order will be followed.
He offers an afterthought:
...and what sort of fool tries to punish a Myrkulite by killing him? Tut tut...
Lord Everwalk, I am your His faithful Harbinger, Sirin. I would ask your wishes on a matter within our alliance.
Black Fang Lenric ((I think that is what the Imperceptor called him)) sought the help of His servant in the Citadel with an enemy of our alliance. His opening salvo was to insult His servant and order me as a whelp.
It may not have been wise to get under his skin, but I only take orders from Him and this holy temple... unless you say otherwise. I would assist in their needs, gladly, as an ally - but not as a subordinate. Myrkul rules the Eternal - His harbinger is dog to no tool of the living.
He struck me down in the Citadel, where I was guest. I am to understand his own people were not pleased with these actions. My pride wishes to teach him a lesson on our grounds, but I worry of the repricussions. Your holy order will be followed.
He offers an afterthought:
...and what sort of fool tries to punish a Myrkulite by killing him? Tut tut...