Bonus Chapter: Lements of Leaf Green-Land Leaders
Dear Minister of Finance, Parva,
I write this message not of my own volition or necessity...But as a warning to you and any of the other "Ministers" who find pleasure in groping my husband's gluttonous nether regions. As the Queen of Tykar and Co-Monarch of our towering mountainscapes, I declare that any Doigan envoy or diplomat will be turned away until further investigations into your trade habits are fully conducted.
Her Royal Majesty,
Queen Shika of Tykar
Co-Monarch of the Towering Black Coast.
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Dictated and read with care by the most esteemed Doigan High clan's 7 leaders.
Hello! I have heard much about your people and lands from many of the different collections among our library's many records, you may have me confused with my mother, Shella Parva.
As the newly elected president of Doiga, it saddens me deeply that a member of our parliament would stoop as low as to fraternize with a component of the royal family of Tykar--And your husband no less!
Attached to the package I have sent below are the video records of my mother's time with the king that prove your accusations to be true, you also will find her swift exile to the harsh sands of our northern border of Buriti.
I hope this letter and evidence finds you well, and the cache of medicinal remedies for your ailing son!
My regards and prayers to Floran that you have a good bounty in the coming weeks,
Love,
President Parva.
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NEWS OF REVOLT AND ROYAL RESET!
Spoken by: Plantdriod Arma-D33n
Written by Davus Argular,
Begin transmission,
This morning in the filtered light of the morning dew, a sad day for the continent of Izmar and the burgeoning market and stability of the region's most delicate political faction: Tykar has seen one of the bloodiest battles to the country's date amid the scandal following the King's lurid affair with Doigas disgraced Minister Shella!
You can understand that while the Tribunes of our people have run their own look into how low this woman has stooped to secure funding for her back trade of our sacred technology to bands of raving Tykaran anarchists...The damage has been done to the far less advanced cultures that border our lovely dense jungles in a distinct rise in rebel groups and much of the native civilian life being broken into shattered realities of their nation's woes!
Am I imagining this people!? The pacifist nation of Doiga, selling experimental arms to cavemen?! I have no qualms speaking so freely as a once-Nak-born asylum seeker of the SandHound Merchants, I myself have seen what the hands of those without proper knowledge of Doiga! My body suffers the many scars of the wild sands of the Buriti...
They do not even see animals as creatures that garner respect and care! The jump they had made once the Vascan nobles took over, technologically speaking, only served to begin their own trouble with the many embittered warring tribes that surround the Mauve Palace's most fatty men of wealth. Now instead of fighting hordes of mongrels with steel swords, they must contend with the very real threat that the millions of Native Buritians are not ready to aim with shiny new guns at their red-stained hair.
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