A strange bit of parchment

((The following appears on an odd blackish-hued piece of parchment. The lettering is spelled out by a swarm of tiny, intangible red spiders crawling along the page to form the words))

Pepul of Romerstine

I be comin for ya. Dis time I be ready for da swordsmen.

Jor'Esh

Oh see now dis jus won do. Pahaps wit da blessin ov my masta dat critta ya all been wettin ya briches ova could be paswaded to turn its enagies to somethin a bit more fun den sheep herds an cabbage farmas.

~Tok'olo

You may be well-prepared, witchdoctor, but you are not prepared for me. For I am Diego Enrique Gustavo del Vega III, son of Diego Enrique Gustavo del Vega II, the master swordsman.

Face me, if you dare.

Also known as Vedge

This time he wont get the chance and my dagger will be in his back before he enters the village. I have been in a bad mood, this gives me a vent.

Your sarcasm is not appreciated. My mother is no longer in this world mate. But I am about to break one of her only rules: "don't lose control." You speak with the ignorance of someone who has never known real fear. I will make sure you learn this lesson which your mother obviously didnt teach you. Come and take a trip with me to Lord Zyhust's domain, I already have all of the paper work filled out and ready.

Well since you seem to be a rather simple creature, I'll say this in small short words. My sword will find you, and you will fall. And you won't be getting back up.

Go ohn about ya bidness witchdocta, an leeve deese peepul be. Dey be of no consequince to ya mon.

Tok'olo

Wat bidness Kali'ikaya have wit deese peepuls? Dis not huh typa place. Wat she be needin hea'?


Tok'olo

((you see this piece of parchment covered in strange symbols and markings drawn in an herbal paste, it has an earthy smell to it.))

By Kaile, I care not if you can die or not. But I'd like to see how many people you can harm when chopped into a hundred pieces. Whether you bleed or no, a blade will still cut you.

And how, pray tell, do you mean that, wretch?

Sivir, would you mind translating the ravings of this foul bastard?

Shes a bit busy mate. But my Lord hates only few things: Liches is the worst and if that is what he has become, then my enemy he is, no payment neccessary. I am sure the Death Lord will give me some assistance if needed, if he has the time ofcourse.

I'll admit to being a bit underinformed. Mind running me through the basics of a lich?

Liches are foul creatures that should not be allowed to walk this plane of existence.
I take great offense to your very presence.

If we should meet, I will give my last breath countless times over to see the end of yours.

Until we find what? Sivir, Shadow, I'm assuming one of you can shed a bit of light here. And Jor'Esh, I'll put your claim of immortality to the test, you ugly porcine Bastard.

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