[tromper]

The Eastern Empire dictates that you crumble beneath the scintillating boots of our valorous warriors while becoming sit-com stars for the astral mage audience everywhere.

We also ask that you don't bring any Abysians or spiders, as they screw up the dance floor.

Our Theurgs have gotten hammered and wish to point out to the watery depths that if they have incursion on their minds, they'd best be prepared to drive the dead Velites home.