When Thakria last fell, I was there. I was a Baron and
also minister of Foreign Affairs during the time of
our 'negotiation' with the victors, both Mercinae and
I Clearly remember the look on Panaideos' face, as he
was FORCED to bend his knee to the forces of our enemies.
I remember the smugness written upon Culinanes brow as
he realised he held all the cards. And I remember what
we were told by the Powers that Be...
'If you will not bow down, and accept ALL the demands
of your conquerers, then your city will be CLOSED
Even then, we were left with a choice, accept the terms
without negotiation, reservation or avoidance, or
instead, we could leave our city in ruins, and flee
to the wilderness.
An eye for an eye, Springtown. Now you have the
same choice as we had.
Arikarr, Remembering the dreadful past truths.
Written by my hand on the 8th of Cloudburst, in the year 1030.