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@queen-seralyth
The time for the Queen to answer personally to your inquiries has come to an end! We apreciate each soul that dared to reach out to Her Majesty in these trying times. Rest assured she is in constant watch of Sal'thorin, working towards the prosperity of this beautifully eternal city.
This archive shall remain public.
Some guides to follow:
Day 1
Day 2
Day 3
Day 4
Day 5
Special Visits:
Velara
Celestino
Dwarf plush...?
Blacklisted Senders
An envelope flew into Serena's room, the envelope open itself with magic as a letter slip out of it.
Greetings lady Serena. It's seem your beauty is ever so lasting, dazzling like a rare gem. I hope you'll forever shine and dazzling like this, Perhaps just like glitter that won't come off the skin but forever shining.
- Jn.
Before the young lady could look away from the mysterious letter, a portal appears above her and without warning dropped a pounds of dirty mustard yellow glitter directly on her, covered every part of her with glitter from head to toe and basically buried her in ugly colored glitter. And if we know glitter so well, those probably won't come out even after hundreds of shower.
Serena’s shriek is loud enough for the Essail to hear.
(The Queen Barely tilts her head up at the surprisingly disturbing sound)
Toplanders...
You shaped a kingdom from hunger and obedience… and if you’d have me, I’d gladly offer myself—not as a servant, but as a piece worth playing. Take me, and let’s see what becomes of a tool freely given to the game
Your followers kneel because they’re bound. I’d kneel because I want to see how you decide to use me.
@afkj-rizzler
... Disgusting...
Congratulations, you've made The Queen's skin crawl in the most negative way possible.
what do you think about your son Ravion ?
The Queen refuses to answer this question, so this letter is ripped in half.
Something waddles into frame.
Honk
@hugin-and-hardhead
The Queen, rarely ever startled by anything at all, quirks an eyebrow upon seeing the little... creature? curiously inspecting her chambers. It wasn't odd for animals to sometimes intrude, but this one...
... ... ... is that a... toy? A sentient toy...
She picks it up with a thumb and an index finger, inspecting it. Her movements may be limited but she's still in shape to run a test or two in this... thing... to discover what it truly is.
My Queen, my apologies for this cursed object disturbing you. The guards have been deficient in their attention as of late. Please allow me to take this forsaken thing from your divine presence and eliminate its filth from Sal’thorin.
When Velara walks in, The Queen is found with the little creature still clinging to her hand, now with a few more stitches and scratches. The initial amusement it brought to her seemed to have already vanished.
Velara, dutiful and convenient as always. Cursed indeed, upon closer inspection this "object" seemed to once have been someone, now deformed to this pitiful shape by some sort of toplander magic... I had been intrigued, more than I have been in decades... until it attempted to communicate using... That incessant... Noise...
Take it far away into the mines, let the weight and heat of the Primordial Dragon's sleeping form melt this into the rivers of lava. Let it be a warning for the dwarves carelessly toying with forces they cannot control, such as magic as meaningless as this.
Something waddles into frame.
Honk
@hugin-and-hardhead
The Queen, rarely ever startled by anything at all, quirks an eyebrow upon seeing the little... creature? curiously inspecting her chambers. It wasn't odd for animals to sometimes intrude, but this one...
... ... ... is that a... toy? A sentient toy...
She picks it up with a thumb and an index finger, inspecting it. Her movements may be limited but she's still in shape to run a test or two in this... thing... to discover what it truly is.
Nightfall has arrived. The halls are shrouded in silence, with only guards patrolling and nightly servants doing their bidding.
Within the Queen's Chambers, an aura faintly glows. A presence speaking of true omnipotence, of true divinity. Something Seralyth hadn't felt in a long time since the First Divine War, when they all fell from Misarte's grace. This one however, didn't exude Misarte's divinity.
Yes, She still recalls. The Toplander deity of the Lightbearers.. (not including the dwarfs) Dura. Specifically, this felt like the aura of one of her champions- a Celestial. Yet this one didn't carry themselves with the same seering radiance like the ones She had brief encounters with. No, this one felt muted. Subtle. As if their being reflected the Divine Light rather than let it shine strongly from within.
"Seralyth, the time window for your subjects to reach out and truly be graced with your attention is soon to close. But even in such a brief period, you already have let so much pour into Sal'thorin. Including sunlight from the Surface. Your High Priestess has been doing an exceptional job thus far handling Toplander matters on your behalf.. for now. One in particular that stands out to me is your soon alliance with the A.S. The Adamant Syndicate."
A low, honeyed and silky-smooth voice echoed throughout Her chambers gently, yet simultaneously whispering in Her head. "For them to have already swayed your's and Velara's opinion so easily just because they showed pure reverence and faith to another Toplander deity that to your knowledge didn't also contribute to the very events that displaced you and your people. I am not here to put a halt to it, but merely advise you to proceed with the same caution and wary as you always have with any other Surface dweller. Maybe even more. What's to say that these specific Toplanders won't bring the same monstrosities that you flee from right to your doorstep? Now that they have found the opening to the burrow you have dug up."
"Though it is only a matter of time before these very same caves you call home become your grave."
Bringing forth word of Sal'thorin's Twillight,
Archon-Magister Celestino
The Queen hears the murmurs, the whispers and the warning. Silent, carefully analyzing each word the archon says. Oh how typical of them to be so ignorant from their blissfull skies... Or so she felt, at least.
Her own words can barely be heard from behind the curtain that hides her form, alone in the middle of her chambers.
One of Dura's pawns... sent to warn me about impending doom as if I need any advice from an arrogant being such as a God. Our fall must have been quite the spectacle for your kind, watching us suffer each step we took, not ever feeling an ounce of mercy.
I am very capable of leading my people to safety. Did so once, I will do it the times necessary to ensure this society I have built does not collapse. If these toplanders turn out to be enemy, I shall deal with them like I have done thorough millenia.
Thinking of me as so naive... Thinking that I have already accepted them, it is most insulting. But alas, just like the Gods you serve, I am sure you have already banished from my presence without a decent parting word... which is in itself a relief, I have more important matters to attend to.
The Essail are in no need of holy advice.
hi queen, can u share ur skincare routine! i wanna be pretty like u
... this must be a children's handwriting, barely learning to articulate... "Dutifuly consume the Divine Dew, for it heals your soul from the inside and out, to your body and being, revealing the natural beauty of all Essail. No amount of ornaments or herbs will ever make you flourish the same way, My child"
-Always Merciful, Queen Seralyth
Your majesty , Please let us know your opinions on your exarchs
"The Exarchs are the most capable and determined persons among the Essail. They are role models all should strive to follow and obey, for they are an extension of Me. They are the pinnacle of our society." -Always Merciful, Queen Seralyth.
I'm not sure if i love you, hate you, or fear you, Queen
"Any of those feelings will lead to the same outcome sooner rather than later, My child" —Always Merciful, Queen Seralyth
My servants won't stop robbing me of Divine Dew, your majesty!! Answer me so i can show them your order and they will be scared to ever disobey me again! - A Noble Anon
This letter is ripped in half with disinterest and a hint of disgust.
It apears some of these nobles have forgotten their own place... Thinking of themselves as equal enough to send me what seems like a command. How... amusing. The disobedient servants shall be dealt with accordingly, and I expect this careless noble to be taught proper manners as well.
"Our Queen, do you really believe all of your subjects love you?"
"I am not naive enough to believe such a thing. I do not expect anything other than faith from the children of Sal'thorin. Faith in the ways I have taught you and faith in the bright future I plan for our Pure, Eternal society." —Always Merciful, Queen Seralyth
There’s a small box with a neatly written letter next to it. The box is very simple but pleasing to the eye and wrapped up with a little bow tie.
“I hope this gift and letter find you in good health. You can’t disappoint the blind sheep that worship you, right?
-Scylla”
There’s an eye in the box. It stares at her, an unspoken message hanging in the air.
@magister-scylla
The box was about to be thrown away when the attendants found out what was inside in the process of verifying this gift was worthy enough of The Queen's eyes, but she extended her hand and demanded to see it either way.
How... disgusting. Uncouth, discourteous and crude... But also, quite bold... albeit in their own ignorance.
The slight hint of curiosity that had driven Her Majesty to read this letter dissapeared as fast as it came, discarding of it with a clear order for the attendants.
Get this out of my sight and expell whoever sent it for the sin of wasting my time.
Your Majesty, may your divine essence live on eternally.
I bring news of outsiders who have gained word of Sal'thorin and our abundant prosperity under your guidance. They seek our aid in purification, and offer their own surface goods, along with the blessings of what they have chosen as their god, whom they revere as true divinity rather than Misarte or other Toplander deities.
My Queen, I see no reason to bring undue notice to Sal'thorin, but I will heed your voice. Please, give me your guidance.
@high-priestess-velara
Velara. It is quite unlike you to listen and trust the words of toplanders this easily... There is enough to oversee with those dwarves already having their hands all over our city.
Then again. I have yet to see a day where you fail Me, therefore I will have you see to these newcomers and test their intentions, make sure they don't overstay their welcome. I do not want more toplanders than the necessary wandering between the darkest corners of Sal'thorin.
I sincerely hope this will not be the first time you dissapoint Me.
REJOYCE, SAL'THORIN
Her Majesty, Queen Seralyth, in her boundless grace and benevolence towards the children of Sal'thorin, has risen to an special occasion and decreed this day that she shall bless us all with her presence in the form of personally receiving letters sent to her, written by your own hand. Her Majesty shall read these letters and reply accordingly in a similar manner. Be honored to have such an oportunity to have your pleas answered directly by The Queen in this short period of time.
Manners and etiquette are to be expected, do not forget your place and who you intend to speak to. Go forth and...
Write a letter for The Queen
