#scribe sentinels

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As the time for the scribes to send in a poem, in response to the mysterious message, some scribes sent theirs to the Lady Quill for approval. Unbeknownst to them, another poem was slipped in and included, under the seemingly innocuous title:

“Sir Lawrence and his Lady”

Shortly afterwards a, seemingly embarrassed, Lady Quill showed up to make sure that every copy was found and given to her personal possession. From those who got a quick look at the poem before it was taken, it seems to a somewhat crass, and amateurishly done, poem about the rumored story in which the malleable Sir Lawrence was sat on by the Lady of the scribes, containing lines such as:

Upon who she sat And squashed flat Turned into gum Stuck to her bum ……… To cover a pony It’s far from bony Let me be crass She got a large a… As of yet, the author of this poem is unknown, as is the method they used to get this in several scribes collections.

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“Pfffhaahahahahah!”

“!!!”

“I pledge allegiance to the Scribe Sentinels.”

~Peanut

Peanut is now part of the Scribe Sentinels to fight in A War of Love*. 

*click link for more information of A War of Love

I would pose a query. A minuscule survey, if you’ve a moment. Pray, tell me, who among us has an article on loan from the Library of Griffondria? Show of arms.

A book or scroll. Show of arms, scribes.

Really, scribes? Not a one of you? I’m disappointed scribes, but not surprised. After all, the Library of Griffondria was BURNED DOWN SIXTEEN HUNDRED YEARS AGO!

Hissssssssss!

Oh yes, scribes! Those self-indulgent gluttons have revealed to all the true colors of their flag! Perhaps some of the gardeners’ plants can grow back from the fires. But our supplies? Ash. ASH!

Hissssssssss!

And how… funny. How… fitting it is to compare this dark day to the darkest fires ever lit. Ignorant fools, short-sighted and desperate to achieve victory, incapable of comprehending the tragedy of their strokes. Would we, scribes, have burned their recipe books?

Neigh! Laced their sugars?! NEIGH!

If they were willing to destroy that which we hold dear, then we are well within our right to redact their supplies! I say we occupy the marketplace and leave the arsonists to chew on stale bread! Answer any fires of theirs with a chapter of cold steel all our own!

Oc-cu-py! Oc-cu-py!

And when this ridiculous conflict has been resolved and we have rightfully emerged victorious, then we will return to them, in mint condition, that which they cannot offer us.

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“such are the scribes ways of dredging up old, ancient wounds”

“correct me if I’m wrong but your clan is what remains of the Magicians Magistrate no? dismantled centuries ago due to their... volatile nature?”

“...”

I have more plans for thwarting thine enemies, but for now, I hope your plants enjoy a lovely little drink of ink, Bouquet Brigade!

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Tonight we go way back. Dark ages? Antiquity? How’s prehistory suit you? I’m talking history before history.

Our greatest of ancestors communed in pictures, not word. A bird! A bunny! A bond. Time passed; our messages grew more complex. Safety! Danger! Love.

Day came for a revolution in our evolution! Did it take the form of a cupcake? A sunflower? I say neigh! Sounds from symbols? Symbols form words? A inconceivable brilliance matched only by the light that guides our quills!

Speak her name! A name so magnificent as to match our greatest tool!

Speak her name! Bringer and ender of peace and war both!

Speak her name! Who brought history when there was naught?!

Our first! Our best! Speak her name!!

PEN! PEN! PEN!

We have a job to do, scribes! Without us there would be no Botony! No Gastronomy! Are we going to let a weed or a crock erase our history?!

NEIGH!

Language was our gift of love! We perfected it! And by our Pen we will guide the ignorant from the margin into our body!

Pen To Paper!

PEN TO PAPER!

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You might be wondering why I’m wearing this junk and working for this clan in particular? Well, that is easy to answer - when ever there is a war, GunRunners are near - we seek the conflict, that’s our sweat and blood after all (our bread and butter, yes?). Our motto’s, or at least one interpretation of it, is “Peace through Trade”, which just so happens to align neatly with this clans motto “Power through Words!” but ultimately, it was just that when we offered our help to the clans, this one was the highest bidder. So when we GunRunners arrived, two of us joined the conflict and sides with the clan of the poets for now. I’m not sure about the whole “the word is stronger then the blade”-shtick, I’m more the kind of pony that trust in their own self-made weapons and armours. For now we serve here, until a better offer is made. It’s nothing personal. Just loyal to the money. Also I really wanna test out my new… uhm, what was it called again, Sharp? Sharp? What was this thing called again? Lucerne? Spear? Lance? Nonono… I think it was halberd or something like that… eh anyway…. Ya know, Sharp. You look ridiculous in that stuff! Butt then again…

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