Message The Confederate to The Hegemony of Esh.

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A government noble with a particular fancy for lone soldier plays got the idea to send an entire hundred page screenplay of a lone soldier play to the nearby region of The Hegemony of Esh.
The play is about a no named character down on his luck rescuing a town from a gang of criminals. The language is still in the original Cochel language.
A total of fifty ravens were sent to deliver the entire play’s manuscript.

 

[TheThird]

The attack came at dawn.

A flurry of black wings, the deafening cawing of birds, and the panicked cries of scribes as dozens of sharp-beaked creatures descended upon the City. Paper rained down in a storm of ink and parchment, fluttering pages scattering across the filth-streaked floors of the Foreign Affairs chamber. The scribes shrieked as they tried to gather the pages, some already torn, others smeared beyond recognition by clawed hands scrambling to make sense of the words.

It was a message, they realized if it could even be called that. A hundred pages, written in a language none of them could read. Cochel. Useless. There was no official translation scribe assigned to such things why would there be? No one cared for the nonsense prattlings of soft-skinned nobles from beyond the reach of Esh.

Snotrott the Deceiver stood in the center of it all, rubbing his claws against his face, tail twitching in irritation. Fifty birds. Fifty. The room still stank of them, feathers and droppings left behind as proof of the absurdity that had just occurred. A noble had sent them a play? Of a lone soldier? What in the festering depths was he supposed to do with that?

The answer, of course, was to write a response. He gnawed on his lip, glared at the pile of unreadable words before him, and finally dictated a letter.


Official Response from the Office of Foreign Affairs in Eshingen

''Is this story a warning? A parable of war? A lesson we are meant to heed? Or merely a joke at our expense? It is unclear yes, most unclear. The lone soldier in this tale, is he meant to be us? Is he meant to be you? Is he the knife at our throats or the one standing in defiance before our kind?
We do not take threats lightly. We do not take mockery lightly yes yes.
If this was sent in good faith, we demand a translation, a clear explanation of the purpose behind this script. If it is some veiled message of war, then let us be rid of riddles speak plainly, and we shall answer in kind.

Regarding the birds, you will not be getting them back.

Snotrott the Deceiver
254th Minister of Foreign Affairs''

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