"Right, anyway..."

In the morrow following the appearance of a wounded templar, the battered corpses of six slaughtered Café employees and costumers are found piled up in front of the building.

"You should've stayed as you were, indoors with that beastkin.
Mark one of ours, and we'll feast on all of yours." 

Open season is declared on the runaway newt Boreas and his loved ones, the Patriarch of the Ebonblooded is seen on the hunt for unceremonious sacrifices.

The elderly drakanite emerged from her home... To a sight of pure terror. Corpses of regulars.. The bodies of customers. 

Joelle, her only worker, barely breathing among them.. Speaking the threatening message which had been left behind.

Scrambling to save their life Maple cried out in sorrow. 

The plea echoes sharply across the waters.. As she takes to clean up the mess. 

In accordance towards the recent slaughter that took place in Maple's Cafe, a series of bodiless templars could be found on top of pikes that aligned the bottom of the mountain. 

Quote:"Is this your way of telling me that you're afraid and runaway from direct challenge? What happened to all of that honor that you continue to babble on about? Or is this another hypocritical act of yours.

Since when did the Ebonblooded become spineless cowards? Do you think I'm afraid of you? Last time I checked, Ferris, Altai'r, Kristopher, and Kentas were serious when they crossed over Esshar just to find me. Only to lose horribly. Can you imagine that? Speaking of, how is your jaw Kristopher? Altia'r, I hope that they fixed your mutilated arm.

Ahem, to get back on track now. Servants of Dragons? More like servants of sacred sheep, because today you've shown yourself as nothing but whimsical cowards.

If not, why don't we settle it now. I'm not afraid, are you?

Please don't be a bitch and keep me waiting."



b.t.w's Love the letter by the way, but I implore you to come say it in my face."

Dragonlord Boreas vs Altai'r 
Dragonlord Boreas vs Kentas
Dragonlord Boreas vs Kristopher
Dragonlord Boreas vs Ferris

Settings: Deadly Cap 3
When: My Discord is open, let's chat.

An agile courier is employed, for the price of 150c.
His sole job... To vault over the fences that block a pathway to a fight that'd end surely in death.
A little blonde boy clambers up a ladder, towards a congregation of individuals. Placing a letter in his hands.

--

(no really, we're here.)

a letter is dispatched to all those involved in this discourse, personally penned by the writer;

”Make sure your magic is on fleek, yo!

Mana Amnesia, 2200 coins each!

no discounts

Tilly Tuffam”