25th Day of Ojo Didi in the Fourth Month of Snow's Fall
4380 A.G.G. (253 Years Ago)
The Township of Euuil Village, North of the Great Desert
The Continent of Alphava
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It should be understood that the following passages may not be entirely accurate as they weren't transcribed as they were spoken. They've been translated here for ease of reading. Because of this, unfortunately, some things may be lost in the translation from the original Ångëlįc or Dæmönic to common.
Translated passages will be indicated by the use of bold print.
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Tįlåtħ
Tįlåtħ allowed another tinder sliver of lamb to slide down her throat.
Delicious.
Mortals always have been fond of measuring their importance by that of their enemies. As silly as that is. Especially humans. But even in that, this? This is a very dangerous game you're playing young one. she thought to herself; noting how Astaroth was asked into the privatized cubby by the sunset elf he'd been flirting with.
Once she'd given the boot to her handmaidens of course.
The Sovereign of Hesijua would have you executed if she knew you were alive. Your name is loathed among her Knights. And you've caught the eye of both the Lord and Lady of Brŭmal in spite of knowledge thereof.
If weighing your strength by collecting titanic enemies is the game you're playing, then you're no doubt winning. To your own detriment I daresay.
And now you keep company with this woman of all women? To have an affair with the Iÿälojä of Koso? That's the kind of behavior that won't just make you powerful enemies...it'll get you killed. Especially given who she's betrothed to.
And speaking of keeping strange company, what are you doing here little miss; so far away from home? Slumming with the common folk Lady Iēzäñ? And how exactly do we know each other? Hmm...curiouser and curiouser.
She took another bite of her lamb.
Not that this can't work out for Lumå'įl either way. We'll need her subjects and her betrothed for the war to come. While I've never cared for such games, Christopher would no doubt relish the idea of leveraging this little tryst against her, and by extension, manipulating her soon-to-be paramour. Bonded, they'll control a not insubstantial force after all.
On the other hand however, this...play date of theirs could have, unfortunate consequences for the sunset elves under the Tuska Mountains should it turn things badly. Her bonding needs to take place as planned or her usefulness could be greatly diminished. Especially if her people don't survive their little war. Still, even in that, I suppose, there's still silver lining. If they're of no threat to us, then they're of no use to Åmbrosįå either.
One less problem that would pose a possible threat to us on the field.
Either way, a win for us, I guess.
She took a sip of red wine. Washing down her meat; a fine pairing with her thoughts.
But that can't be why He sent me here. Sure, this human's position, granting him a tangential link to this woman and her resources, future or otherwise, is...interesting. But he's...wrong. Odd. Not right. I can't understand how he exists. Who's been hiding him? More importantly, how have they been hiding him?
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