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I am fine, bud.
We need to build a wall and make the West Pacific pay for it. Because when the West Pacific sends its people, they’re not sending their best. They’re bringing drugs. They’re bringing crime. They're bringing cringe.
As Sasha sat upright and heard Gentile's scream she nearly fell down again, barely holding her laughter while giggling under her breath. Yet, Fadhillah doesn't seem to notice and instead diverted her attention to the book collections of the office, dragging her claw on a section of books before pulling one out at haste and swinging to her beanbag. The book itself is ordinary besides its dilapidated leather green cover and an illegible script embossed in gold. Fadhillah sunked into her beanbag and puts the book down on the coffee table, purring.
She smiled at Gentile, pushing the book towards her gently. “A copy of the Epic of Eletiur translated into ancient Surantanese and written in the Surantanese script,” she divulge as she pulled the cover. The first page revealed the emblem of the Illrician state embroidered with gold strands, surrounding it is Alban symbolisms inked deeply in jet black with symbols from the tricolor, the senate, the Illrician nature, and most imposingly is the threatening gaze of Nemesis Chapdeleina herself, her form beaming with rays of light. Further opening the book would reveal a scriptua continuum of this exotic script, its form elegant and wavy with punctuations appearing floral, seeming more decorative than practical. “I and her highness took great care in researching, translating, and writing this book, and we hope this in return be cared for, perhaps displayed even.” she winks. Both of these cats can't help to let a wide grin, wagging their tails for Gentile's approval.
“Also, how's Illiricium doing, Gentile? I've been curious on how our project's been doing, and of course for the wellness of our fellow non-humans in Illiricium.” Sasha asked, pulling another cold brew from under the table, a wooden cooler now noticeable.
The Surantanese script is based on the Javanese script, with ancient Surantanese being similar to Javanese used in palaces or by nobles.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Javanese_script
Which season is your favourite?
🌺 Summer 🌺
🍁 Autumn/Fall 🍁
❄️💧 Winter 💧 ❄️
All we have is Summer all year long in Thailand.
The only reason I joined the WA is to vote on a single resolution. No, I will not endorse you back.
Pakitsk, Gran Yucanoa, Altys, Romanoddle Republic, and 3 othersKrozland, Nova Avalona, and Dvaorla
I Am A God
Hello!
You should endorse Merlo so your vote counts double though (your own vote + the vote of the Delegate)
Myehn, Rajyam, and Floridian Australia
Good idea!
Altys, Myehn, and Floridian Australia
Order of the Saint Dumas
Uh, someone's impersonating your almighty God good sir
BLASPHEMY!
Yes
Not a Shard, then. Snow sighs. We'd have known about it; he'd have met a Seer and they'd have started bleeding from their eyes. It's something el-
How many Seers do we have? Oak cuts in. Something like one percent of humans? It's not much. His wife points out that 0.05% of alcatii in the Congregation are also Seers; he thanks her.
. . . okay, so it could be a Shard and he just didn't run across a Seer.
never thought a game would make me legitimately fear horace greeley winning on the first ballot but here we are
Hi a God, I am Dad.
Gran Yucanoa and Myehn
Malvekia, would quote but that’s a lot to delete lol. Space Pirates/Cartels and Aristocratic Merchants. It’s kinda 50/50 atm.
Myehn, Floridian Australia, and Malvekia
Apperantly God got banned from the west pacific, Funny.
Myehn, Floridian Australia, Paziano, and Dvaorla
So, basically space privateers?
Gran Yucanoa, Myehn, and Paziano
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