Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7242608-20140718195217/@comment-24652012-20140814062532

Meal while I am finding sleep the easiest thing in the world, dreaming away what I hope the future to hold. A planet lays below, once ruled by the chat every chat flag has been burned. Every ship to have survived the invasion both chat and their enemies are now in dry docks being repaired. Mountains of gold and jewels and spices are now being offered to the conquering forces in hopes of being given mercy. Cattle are offered as fresh meat as well. A fleet of ships arrive guarding a man o war ship named "the last ship you will ever fight" and from onboard it a team of elite brave and mighty guards guarding Madam celestial Saber as she steps off joining me with a smile on her face, proud of my victory, and ready to join the meeting to come to decide just how much of the new planet our people can clam for doing our share, and just how many Kig-yar get to live on the planet and where. Accompanying her are 2 sons and a daughter, now able to walk, their downy fluff traded for saurian scales and the males just beginning to grow their quills. Victory is celebrated with much feasting music and dancing as the people of the planet work to repair the planets defenses better then before. Many Kig-yar are already beginning to look around and decide what they hope to call home. Sleep continues easily. Yet I manage to rise with the sun as the dream ends.