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> At the hands of the Heiress, Anthea Corlum. An era of terror has finally been lifted, and Alternia, finally free of those insidious chains that shackled us for so long, can walk into the future with their heads held high.
> To celebrate this momentous occasion, the Gilded Gauntlet is being flown down to Alternia for Corlum's coronation. In two weeks' time, anybody who is anybody on this world will be on-board for a short flight around the immediate system and the crowning of Anthea Corlum as the new Empress of Alternia.
> We are pleased to inform you that, by request of the new Empress herself, you are formally invited to
> #Her Iniquitous Coronation
> along with two guests of your choice. Boarding will begin at 7:00 AM at the Limestone Memorial Airstrip, and the flagship will depart at 10:00 AM— so don't be late.
> On behalf of the Alternian Imperial State, we hope to see you there!
> Outside of the Royal Prospitian Palace, there is a statue. This statue has stood here for just over five years now, and it looks no more derelict than it was the day it was erected, on account of the very generous sum of money paid to keep it maintained.
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> This statue depicts a woman in a brilliant golden dress, hands raised up towards the sky. On her head is a crown, simple but elegant, and on her finger, a golden ring with four blue orbs attached around it. The statue's simplicity stands out among the complex architecture that makes up the palatial district of Prospit, but that is what the Watchful Queen would have wanted in her wake.
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> Gathered around it is a crowd of white-shelled Prospitians, listening to a Minister speak at the base of the statue. Today is the sixth anniversary of the Queen's death, and the King has decreed attendance mandatory at the annual speech. Nobody pays too close of attention— the speech is much the same as the past five, and it is simply a matter of waiting for the Minister to draw to a conclusion so they can return to their lives.
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> After a long hour that stretches on longer than it ought to have any right to, he finally does.
> "Long live the King," he finishes.
> "Long live the King," the chorus recites, and then returns to business as usual.
> The helmsman of the Gilded Gauntlet spins idly in their chair, waiting for the auto-navigation protocol to finish downloading. Normally, these t
... keep reading on reddit ➡We are just a chill bunch of potheads who love BDO. We always got each other's backs and assist each other when needed. We are willing to train recruits and help them get dem gainz. Don't be nervous about the PvP trials as it's just to get an idea of where your at and how we can help you improve. Although we have some sweatbags we are still chill and relaxed. We always have an Xbox Live party up if you like to chat while you grind or just have questions.
18+ MAX BUFFS, GUILD GALLEY. Iniquitous is rebooting and we are looking for FRIENDS, not people who don't want to talk. We will always have a party up and just want people to be friendly and help each other. No gearscore req as we want to help everyone we can.
A new bank has opened up. What is known of this bank? It is run by Daedra. This is very much a gamble, one would say.
One can access their funds from anywhere. All that's required is a simple amulet to open up a small portal through which a dremora will step through, and with him or her you may conduct your business.
People speak of how it's doubled, tripled, or quadrupled their funds. Others...have lost limbs, or worse. Others have completely disappeared. The vaults in the Oblivion plane where the bank is located are guarded by various daedra. Attempt thievery at the risk of your own life...
[Anyone can reply. Feel free to deposit actual funds. I will use RNG to determine whether you lose or whether you gain. There WILL be a half-yearly interest that you will gain regardless. And yes, you can try and rob the bank...you just gotta write a super-epic battle post and I'll grade that to determine if you gain anything.]
The county police pulled the body of a twenty something year old woman from the lake today. The news has told the public that she’d been stabbed 36 times in what they described as a “crime of passion”. They are lying. I only stabbed her 24 times.
Now I’m not sure why they’d falsify the true details of the crime to the public. I find myself thinking about her poor family, having to hear their daughter was brutalised by a passionate killer. Have they no compassion for the living? Or respect for the dead? Obviously not. That’s what really makes me sick about the world today. A beautiful, inspiring, hopeful, intelligent young woman’s death simply isn’t enough anymore. They need to romanticise her murder to boost viewing figures on a shitty local news station. They’ll point their fingers at the father, the brother, the estranged uncle. Perhaps a wannabe lover disguised as a best friend. They’re the easiest to pin it on because they’re clearly the most desperate. Of course they’ll be wrong but that won’t stop them, they need their incontrovertible evidence, their John Doe, their closure. It sickens me. A gaggle of wombling conspiring baboons each looking for the next wall to sling their excrement at.
That poor girl. The news will have different specialists on to debate what she was wearing at the time of death; a low cut top and some frayed jean shorts if I remember. Not that her clothing had anything to do with her death. What killer cares about the clothes their victim is wearing? Only the media would care to focus on something so shallow, so sexist, fixating on her appearance as a way to rationalise another human being’s savagery to themselves and their viewers. How selfish of them. They sicken me.
People rallied together for weeks, combing the woods in parties of 10 all hours of the day. They wanted to be the one who found her. Me, me, me, me, I’m the one who found little Lisa Lavender. That’s what they want the sick bastards. Their five moments basking in the spotlight, something to tell the grandchildren in the future. They’re so selfish to use her like this. It makes me sick.
Of course, I helped the community look for her. Linked arm in arm with local citizens, carrying out my dutiful deed to the general public, keeping up my false charade. “She’s in the lake!” I’d scream endlessly, smirking at the thought anyone could hear my thoughts. If they’d taken a moment to absorb my betraying smile perchance they may have figured it all out. God forbid. T
... keep reading on reddit ➡> “Chadwick allots candor and civility to all merited, and harsh justice upon the unworthy.
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-- Excerpt from the currently in progress Chronicles of Chad (Any further ideas are welcome)
[Meta] Workers of the world, unite! That filthy King is going nuts.
Miles Farman bumps into his House's shipyard and finds it to be claimed by some new owner. He was confused, no less. He asked a guard standing nearby, who owns the port. He was sober and replied to him strictly " Sunglass ". Miles went to the entrance of the shipyard and stood there, waiting for someone to pop up eventually. He was thinking about this and asking himself, going more vicious and vicious.
" Is this some kind of bad joke? Who is dat Sunglass? I will wait there and write that cub a letter. "
> King Vaemar, [titles].
> I found my House's business being taken by Sunglass and want to know what is going on. I was fairly paying bills in Lannisport all along and taking care of our family business, which was found by my father in youth. It's historic and no less valuable place for me and my family. I want to get it back.
>Miles Farman, Lord of Faircastle
Miles had to stay official and polite in his writing, but he was furious in reality. In future he will try to write a poem dedicated to this even.
adjective
grossly unfair and morally wrong.
"an iniquitous tax"
Similar:
wicked
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evil
circumlocutory - using many words where fewer would do, especially in a deliberate attempt to be vague or evasive; long-winded.
jejune - (of ideas or writings) dry and uninteresting; naive, simplistic, and superficial.
inchoate - just begun and so not fully formed or developed; rudimentary
iniquitous - grossly unfair and morally wrong
maladroit - ineffective or bungling; clumsy
perspicacious - having or showing penetrating mental discernment; clear-sighted
