[b]Realm of Manram, North District[/b]

''Bilq, [Buddy] don't you ever think that these patrols in the north that we take on are a bit too quiet..?'' In the midst of a storm lights two, barely burning, lights concealed within the confines of a holy Burq-da, [Firebearer] two men were the ones who held onto these and their duty was that of a patrol mission, whilst bored they began to talk, wonder and gossip about the doings and happening of their designated shudid. [Place of wartime preparation/barracks] ''Don't question our orders, Khazam, it's all to keep the shuzimal at bay and not in the view of village folk..'' The patrols in the deep snow would be exhausting, especially for men who patrolled beyond the gate like these two. ''I don't know, bliq... Personally I can't wait until we start to settle the lands in yander, then we won't have to worry about being eaten every few seconds... I mean, these fusil [natives] can be quite ferocious, much more dangerous than the deledad.'' 

''That, I can agree with you on, they are needlessly extreme! I just can't understand why they don't just join us. It's not like we'll treat them like dirt and shit!'' Slowly they began to show a bit of emotion, more laughter came out of them and they started to increase their voice tones, and needless to say, it was not their best doing. If they hadn't been patroling within viewing distance of the Wall of Enoch they'd be jumped on by whatever creatures lurked under the loose snow. ''So, the Gu-shedal will turn 23 within, what? A week?'' 

''That is correct, I heard all the order elites will be present at his celebration and he's also crossed over tradition and invited some foreign leaders to gather, some were even at the other end of the world!'' The snow began to pick up as the men continued to speak of the leader of their nation and his celebration ceremony. ''The Gu-shedal sure is quite influencial for being only 22, or well, 23 in a few weeks..'' Soon a very slight shine of yet another Burq-da came into the viewing of the two patrolers, the one who beared it was far from them, not a mere laqdal [conscript], but an Order weaponsbearer. ''Silence, gu-mun. [disrespective way of saying 'men'] Continue on your patrol, stay alert.'' As the two passed the Order weaponsbearer they simply widened their eyes at his pressence, he was far taller than them and at his waist down hung a fuqdil, [sort of lika a waist down cloak covered in holy text] clearly the weaponsbearer was from the Order of Truth. In the hulks hand was a shield as long as his body, excluding shoulders and up. In the other hand was a blade covered in holy scripts, much like the fuqdil, however this time the text wasn't enrisped into the blade, but instead scripts covered the blade, literally. 

''uh, s-sorry Gu-fal, [respectful way of saying 'superior'] we will do as you say now!'' And so their talk was swiftly stopped by the patrolling Order overseer. The Order of Truth held command of all monasteries within any region and, whilst acting as priests and blessers, they are also very adequet in battle, mostly trained in defencive techniques. ''What's an Order of Truth overseer doing beyond the wall?!'' One of the men who were shushed by the overseer whispered to his companion in a quite loud manner. ''I don't know, maybe someone fell to Malbar?'' [The other world] ''If that were the case then it would explain a lot, however still? Shouldn't they bring him into the cleansing quarters of the monastery before the overseer may even see the body?'' 

''You are quite right, now that you say it... Why is he here..?''

[b]Realm of Manram, Capital District (central Manram)[/b]

''Mi'lord, your personal archery trainer is awaiting your arrival...'' 

''Tell him that I'll be there whenever I feel the need, whilst I am quite adequet with blade and shield, I can yet properly wield the bow as well as I'd hoped!'' Said with quite a lot of energy and laughter, the supreme lord of Manram, the Gu-shedal was, in fact, making fun of himself. Whilst his personal advisor, the First Lady Imperia, didn't quite agree with him on that part, she believed that her lord was far greater than he, himself, would project into others heads. ''My lord, how many times must I tell you that I don't quite agree? You have no need for a trainer, you're skilled as it is!'' 

''The kindness you give to me is unwanted, Imperia, if I need to improve then I need it, my enemies won't just stand there and allow me to get close, I must be able to strike like the eagle, through the distance of a spitting cobra and with the ferocity of the North Gubar. [A winter beast] Whilst my sword and shield already can, my arrows are, at best, sloppy.'' The Gu-shedal was quickly putting on his training gear, oblivious to the fact that his female advisor was looking, and she was oblivious to him as well, keeping her eyes in contact with his own. ''But my lord-'' 

''No buts, I will see my archery trainer in the training quarters, you will accompany me.'' The Gu-shedal spoke with authority unlike the prior mentions he'd had, and with a swift finish to his training attire and a quick pick-up of his bow, he began to walk towards the training quarters. ''Oh, the letters I sent out, will they arrive shortly?''

''The Kingdom of Karkarth will recieve their message within half a week, but the others should arrive today, except those most distant from ours. And we will refrain from inviting the dragonfolk as per your request.'' 

''Thank you, Imperia, you're doing well as my advisor.''

''I am to you what you require, nothing more.''

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With the arrival of my birth time, I, the Gu-shedal of Manram, personally invite you and your chosen escort to a gathering of lords and rulers to my Fuqdul-bar [Birthday ceremony] for a week of feast, song and dance. 

Whilst that is the basic of it, I would also like to mention that any sort of violence, as obvious as it is, will be handled by my personal guard, we request that you do not take with you weapons, however that request is simply that, a request.

Other than that I truly wish you a good time if you do come, if you do not, then I wish you well.

However know that this opportunity will only come once.

Mundir Kazidu
[Royal seal of the Sun]
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