MP: Discharge - LA game - Finished

[Agema]

Atlantis will be overjoyed to turn any hot, barren wastes into pleasingly cold, barren wastes. Permafrost is the new desert. We understand entirely if you don't wish to invite us over to enact this spectacular act of landscaping, but bear in mind you're missing out on a thrilling new fashion. We'll throw in free lessons in meditative techniques to deal with lack of sleep, and all for the small price of every province you wish to be terraformed.

[Kortek]

Behold the messenger of Abysia, his eyes removed so no sight can dissuade his announcement of truth!

"Concerns have arisen over *heavy breath through teeth* meetings taking place without the Kings ears in form."

*The red hood of the messengers robe lifts showing a young man with red silk patches coving his eyes.*

"Should there arise a need to expand our nations borders think of it as a fire burning through an old growth forrest, allowing a new age to grow in its place."

*He smiles a toothy smile. It almost looks as though something is glowing in his mouth.*

"Be at peace Children of the Mother Hydra; we crave not the sea, cold and devoid of warmth. My Lord reminds any who touch the holy fires that the only choice he will be given, is to throw blasphemous lechers into the Smoldercone."

*Smoke billows from the mans mouth and face, envelopes him, and before you can look back, he is gone; only ash remains in his place.*