[tromper]

By the chinny-chin-chin, the valiant forces of Ermor hope to last another season against the onslaught of heretical blood worshippers and their violent were-men.

We shall continue to staunch the flow of their sanguine intentions as best we are able, knowing that Mictlan's temples shall fall, if not to us, than to the strangely obscured large humans that have nobly refrained from aggressing into our hallowed lands as they continue to grow their host to an immense size (the Augurors love bad puns for some reason, that's why we keep them locked up with their reflective pools and bowling balls of scrying). The blood tribe's aggression remains folly.

The Shroud looks to the 2007 Lanka Secretary calendar for sustenance and hope, as well as inquiring as to whether Marveni delivers, as the monkey pie supplies would raise faltering morale.

(was a fun one indeed Tequilich! Sooo close *gulp*)