>For myself, I declare Blood Feud with the lowlife dog who calls himself
>Cendage. I will not rest until his head is on a pike before the ruinid
>gates of his castle. I post a bounty of 50,000 gold for his foul corpse,
>delivered to me in my stronghold on Camaris.
I'd tell ya where I am, but that would take all the fun out of it. (I'm a
coward, you see.)
This isn't in relation to that scout we sicced the garrison on, is it? (We
lost -- damn those insta-garrisons!)
> Although I would gladly pay
>the bounty, I would prefer the chance to slay himself and deliver his
>stinking carcase to hades impaled on the bloody Sword of Ming!
You have a long road to travel, Ming my chap. It's over ^&*^ <censored>
provinces to my location.
>Run and and try to hide behind your magical barriers, coward, for I come
> for you.
Gosh, this sounds familar.
>Ming the Merciless
>Lord High Diplomat of PLATO
>Master of the Western Marches
>Warmonger Extraordinare
Heh.
--Cendage
Eridanus