Gonna Give it to Ya, X
Deborah
The following was sent to various faction leaders by Deborah, and her agents:
A certain Dog finds himself high and mighty, all the sudden.
Had to kill his men, left him cold, battered, and sullen.
But oh, he had to get all peeved.
He should know we aren't yet even; and when I play I don't even try to get even,
So while he sits back plotting and greiving,
I'm grinding my axe.
It's killing season.
Man killed my wight, slew my doll.
Mocks my loyalty to Sliske, most of all.
Yet he is the
dumbest Mahjarrat,
and it's clear.
Clear and Calm and Cold and Cruel. Killing him costs little, and betters the world.
He'll be an example. You mess with my forces, I peel your faces.
So listen to my declarations:
X has dwindling time to live.
Ten of his shall fall for each of my dolls.
When the blood debt is paid, survivors will stay,
And hopefully to save face, in their damned place.
X, going to give it to you,
Mahjarrat Dog, I'm coming for you.
Let us walk on stained glass, Sinners one, Sinners all!
It's always the prettiest, after the fall.
~Deborah