A Shade Surrounds My Lands...

[Butter Bull]

I sense a terror around my lands far to the East. The sun-parched oil fields and lush tropical islands of newly reorganized Kartereo (former South Mehlville) on Eura are in direct danger from the Persian threat once more.

Natopia shall as ever stand in defiance against any threats with the new Athlonian masters of that land who have full Dominion support to fully Hellenize that territory as a bright and shining example of society in the face of the barbarian horde.

[Lord Erion]

Oh, that'll be the sandworms, probably. The poor things haven't eaten for two tears, the camels are scrawny, and the salt mines empty. However, nefarious plans are afoot that might see copious sacrifices made to the ravenous hordes, preferably with unwitting victims, although willing ones may be acceptable.

[Butter Bull]

While no Natopian blood will be allowed to appease the maws of sandworms or the slave handlers of the mines, this talk of sacrifice arouses and interests me.

[Lord Erion]

Not a hair nor hide of these fair lands shall be sullied by the would-be Persians. Always rememer to choose other people's victims for sacrifices.

[Lord Erion]

Your Divinity, perhaps you might wish to temporarily pause from this talk of Babkhans and sacrifices and instead deign to give your blessing to your Prophet's work in the Temple of Typos?