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LittleSiss
Sorceress
Bah dum bump, tishhhhhhhhhhhh !!!!BTW,TREE speaking of masturbation if you had 5 more hand's you would have a date for every night of the week!!!
Said with love of course!
Siss you are so silly.Bah dum bump, tishhhhhhhhhhhh !!!!
LittleSiss
Sorceress
And you are a fox!!!Silly like a fox!
LittleSiss
Sorceress
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messaline
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Thanks very much for all these comments highly interesting !
It reveals a great respect for the work of the authors, RacingRodent for the wonderful text and Messa for some little illustrations ...
I'm more and more wondering if it's yet gratifying to work for posting some intelligent things on this site !
It reveals a great respect for the work of the authors, RacingRodent for the wonderful text and Messa for some little illustrations ...
I'm more and more wondering if it's yet gratifying to work for posting some intelligent things on this site !
LittleSiss
Sorceress
Fear not my Princess! Our quest shall not be fourthed by such jocularities!
Our's is a Nobel jeorney. The course is set within the spirit of our people!
Our's is a Nobel jeorney. The course is set within the spirit of our people!
RacingRodent
Consul
I am not too fussed by the odd bit of thread drift, after all a bump 
is a bump and I have in the past gained new readers that way. Just if you are the one doing the drifting try and either begin or end with a reference to the topic or in this case the story so that new readers have at least a chance of working out what the hell is supposed to be going on
is a bump and I have in the past gained new readers that way. Just if you are the one doing the drifting try and either begin or end with a reference to the topic or in this case the story so that new readers have at least a chance of working out what the hell is supposed to be going on 
Cruxmeister
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RacingRodent
Consul
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Cairo, the name simply meant the camp for the city was founded as a military camp by the Arab conquerors of Roman Egypt. Now though the predominant language on the streets was indeed Arabic its rulers were mostly Turks and former slaves at that. The Mamelukes founded as an order of slave warriors to get around the proscription of one Muslim fighting against another had long since taken command of Egypt. They held it in the grip of a firmly law abiding, highly educated and cultured but above all military regime.
Maybe these were the people who at last could beat the Mongols at their own game? The arrival of yet another coffle of women slaves escorted by smelly barbarians off of the steppes did not strike the folk of the Capital City of the most mighty remaining Sultanate in all Islam as unusual, this was a culture well versed in trade and humans had long been a product much like any other.
If the warriors among the women as yet kept to wearing their false moustaches, the reason for the subterfuge was simple. The Arabs had odd ideas about the proper conduct of women in public and only the most highly placed among rulers dared flout those customs. So for the moment Messaline and her ninja maids pretended to be men still.
Their goal was of course the Sultan’s Palace, their passage there lubricated by the liberal distribution of silver liberated from the late owner of the harem among the officers and guards charged with maintaining order in the city. This was nothing to raise eyebrows. Many a merchant sought the attention and favour of the ruler, the better to avoid taxes and undercut his rivals, the trick was in making sure that the bribes you paid were less than the taxes you saved and much fun was had by all the players of the game.
So it came to the time that the two heroines were shown into the audience chamber of the great Sultan Qutuz. They had left their weapons with their warrior guards in an outer chamber, a quite reasonable stipulation in this time fraught with peril and of course assassins. A tall proud man in full armour awaited them, well that was not unexpected the Mamelukes were first and foremost warriors from the highest to the lowest.
“The Prince Messaline and his companion Li’Hi,” Announced the usher. The pair both went to one knee and bowed their heads towards the armoured Sultan.
“I am in fac…” Messaline began.
“Seize them,” Said the Sultan without preamble and suddenly there were spears at her throat and Li’hi’s followed shortly afterwards by metal clad hands which gripped painfully tight, “So how much did the Mongol Khans offer you for the head of Qutuz?”
“Oh mighty Sultan, you wrong me, I am no Mongol mercenary,” Said Messaline.
“And I am no Sultan but General Baybars, no matter how good you think you are your plan has failed, now answer my questions and you will have merciful deaths by the sword, resist and I cannot promise you will even be men by the time you…what mockery is this?” Baybars speech was interrupted by the glue of Messaline’s moustache finally yielding to the sweat of a long hot and bothersome Cairo day. The offending hair fell to the floor with a splat.
“I think your threats lack substance seeing as we are not men to start with,” Messaline chided.
“Wickedness,” Baybars tore the similar disguising fur from Li’hi’s lips, who yelped, “Women, was this intended as an additional insult or were the men with you to do the deed?” The ringing clash of steel and the yelling of battle cries could be heard from the next chamber, “No matter they will soon be dead and you will soon be facing the question in my dungeons.”
“General Emir Baybars, you must withdraw your person to a place of safety, the attackers have overwhelmed the first guard company sent to detain them, more troops are only their way but until they arrive we can only hope to delay them,” Said a slightly breathless warrior as he and about half a dozen men turned about to face the doors.
“Twilight Whispers, we wish to kill Mongols not Mamelukes, cease this carnage and withdraw, go to ground until I call for you,” Messaline gave her commands quickly in crisp Chinese.
“What did you say you dog, what did you tell them?” Baybars seized her head and shook it angrily in his arms strengthened by long practice wilding sword and lance and bow.
“I told them to withdraw, we are not here to kill Mamelukes,” Messaline squeezed out between clenched teeth.
“Well I shall wring the truth from you yet,” Baybars announced even as glad cries sprang up from the guards of the outer precincts.
“The assassins flee,” One ran in to report.
“Pursue them you fools, do not let them escape, in the meantime we take these ones to the torture chambers, we shall learn what perfidy was planned,” Baybars decided.
The two women were dragged by their guard down many long flights of stairs. The air grew steadily cooler and the wall dank with moisture as they proceeded below ground level. The smell of mould leapt upon their nostrils accompanied by the harsh rodent tang of rat urine. The sounds down here were muted but pregnant with foreboding.
“Strip the wenches and bind them to the racks, we shall heat irons and ready the whips,” Baybars declared.
Bare limbs were pulled to rough manacles and then the creaking groan of wood, twisting around with insufficient lubrication, stretched muscles and sinew still further. Ribs and breasts and womanhoods quivered exposed. There was no warning as the first lash flashed across Li’hi’s tight skin and then another blow smote at Messaline’s belly and again back and forth Baybars plied the whip and again and again and many times till the women were reduced to tearful sobs of gratitude when he stopped.
“Now tell me, who paid you to kill our Sultan?”
“No one,” Messaline cried out.
“We are on your side you fool,” Added Li’hi.
“More,” Baybars nodded to the men working the racks who twisted the women out another couple of notches so that they screamed and thrashed suspended in the air. Then again the whip struck, its evil hungry snake like dance devouring more flesh with each stroke.
“How did you intend to escape once you had killed the Sultan?”
“We never planned to kill him in the first place,” Protested the women.
“Who was your target?” Asked Baybars.
“No one, we want to ally with you and bring down the Mongols,” Said Messaline.
“You lie, stretch them again,” Baybars ordered and smiled as the women screamed, “Now let them hold there, do you feel it, do you feel the strain, do you feel your bones trying to pull from your sockets, do you want release?”
“We never fought against Muslims, we have no enemy but the Mongols,” Messaline gasped as the pain in her arms and legs and spine seemed to grow, a how burning on and on. She swayed, her body sensuous, sweat covered, glistening in the light of torches and fires, alive with pain and rippling with the flexing of hundreds of muscles as they fought to find some position, any position that would ease the suffering.
“Such would any Mongol dog say,” Baybars dismissed their words, running a hand over Li’hi’s belly and then pressing down so the strain on her limbs held fast by shackles and ropes made her scream in cruel agony.
“We are not your enemies Messaline hates the Mongols worse than you do,” Li’hi called out.
“The irons,” Baybars ordered and gloved hands brought forth metal still a cold black but with enough trapped heat to set the air instantly shimmering about it, “Tell the truth and you will avoid more pain.”
“We are telling you the truth,” Messaline called out and then scream as hot metal scorched against the underside of her breasts.
“And I say you lie,” Baybars scored a wavy snake pattern along one of Li’hi’s thighs.
“And I say you are a cunt,” Li’hi snapped when she had stopped screaming.
“I am still the one who can hurt you though,” Smiled Baybars completely unmoved, he took up some new metal, careful heated so it was hot but not red hot, he wanted to hurt but not destroy, not yet at least.
“Perhaps your backs?” He twisted Messaline around cruelly so stabbing scorching pain shot through her shoulders and neck and that before the real burning heat of the metal tracked across her shoulder blades, “How long do you think you can resist this, you well confess, you will tell me all.”
“We will tell you how we have fought the Mongols these many years,” Messaline won out.
“Very well then tell me your tale and I in return shall teach you all about pain,” Crowed the Emir.
“It is a lesson we know well,” Li’hi countered.
“We shall see,” Baybars smiled and jabbed Messaline’s buttock so she shrieked.
Li’hi awoke from the agony of her dreams with a start. An old white bearded man frowned at her and put a finger to his lips, with gestures he directed a dark fat cheeked young woman with a heaving bosom to apply a cold compress of bandages wrapped around ice that smelt of honey and lemons. Li’hi sighed with unexpected pleasure as the heat in another of her burns began to fade.
Over by another bed an earnest young with a much darker beard was talking to Messaline.
“I must apologise for Baybars, he is overzealous but he feels he needs to be thorough in this time of danger, nothing save we Mamelukes stand against the Mongols and for the Muslim world and he cautions me as Sovereign I can take no risks,” The Young man shrugged to Messaline and Li’hi instantly pegged him as the famous Qutuz.
“We can ensure your safety, if you allowed my ninjas to guard you rather than had them hunted down they would make you safe against any and all assassins,” The Princess informed the Sultan with her usual bold forthrightness.
“Done,” Said Qutuz simply and flicked a hand. Li’hi turned just in time to see a man with a soldierly bearing stride away and so simply the Sultan’s command went into effect but then this state was in its entirety but one big army and its camp followers.
“I wish to set the women we brought as pretend slaves free,” Messaline stated.
“Ah, there alas Baybars will have his way, he reminds me that the State needs the taxes from the sale of slaves to pay for the armies that will defend us from the Mongols,” Qutuz gave another of his rueful shrugs.
“But they are fellow Muslims,” Messaline seemed horrified.
“Then surely they will get their reward for their sacrifice in heaven if not upon this Earth Allah is infinitely benevolent to those martyred in defence of his House of Peace,” Qutuz said with calm serenity,
“I thought you had to die to be martyred?” Li’hi let the words slip before they could be contained, “Your Highness,” She added in a small token of damage control.
“Well it is believed to help but I am given to understand by the scholars of the law that only a sufficient level of sacrifice is required and this is not always to one’s death, I am glad to see you are awake too my little dove, sadly I fear Baybars was exceptionally rough with both of you.,” Qutuz again came out with a smile and shrug of apology.
“How soon will you march against the Horde?” Asked Messaline as one ruler to another though Qutuz commanded armies and the Princess but a small company albeit of elite warriors.
“We must bide out time for now and it might be better to provoke the Mongols into marching upon us. If we could entangle them among the Franks and their castles,” A sudden grimace, “Well we have learned that while the Crusader folk are fools on the battlefield, though Allah seems too often reward their folly,” A frown of consternation, “They are demons for siege craft and fortress building, that alone would sap the strength of our enemies enabling us to strike.”
“And if the, how did you say, these Franks, if they join your enemy?” Asked Messaline.
“Then we trust in the Prophet to guide our arrows and our swords,” Qutuz stated with only steel in his voice and not the merest hint of a shrug.
To Be Continued
...RR take this as a compliment, your story is harder to follow than mine (and I wrote mine... well... it may be Barbaria's... She started it... what??? What the hell do you mean 'she's a girl'? mom?...)
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LittleSiss
Sorceress
Little boys and their silly quirks ... thank god they have them!
Boys are afraid of us when they are young and we only fear them after we get older and with good reason.
Still! Who controls or guides (
) them?
eeeuuuhhhLittle boys and their silly quirks ... thank god they have them!
Boys are afraid of us when they are young and we only fear them after we get older and with good reason.
Still! Who controls or guides (
RacingRodent
Consul
24
The air crackled with the rippling roar of Muslims hand cannons, diminutive versions of General Kai’s secret weapon they could still bring a horse and rider down. The Arabs were fearfully good at coping Chinese notions and coming up with their own variations it seemed. As well as new-fangled weapons there were the age old weapons of war lancers, archers and axe wielding berserkers all marched beneath flapping banners to the sound of beating drums at the direction of baying of trumpets.
The screams of men and horses echoed in the air and still as yet this long hot day the battle hung in the balance. “The Armenians are falling back but they are rallying as they do,” Reported an officer riding up to Qutuz’s impromptu headquarters. Simply the spot the young Sultan had planted his banners when he halted his mounted staff. He now sat his horse, carefully guarded by a ring of Mamelukes and Messaline’s ninjas.
“Can nothing defeat these Mongols?” Messaline asked bitterly. The Mongols had recently lost another Khan and that had seen the bulk of their forces drawn away to the distant homeland in case the succession turned bloody. Then they had fallen out with their Crusader vassals who had agreed to allow the passage of a Mameluke army to engage the force that had been occupied in reducing a Christian principality. That had drawn the Mongol army even further south and away from its bases on to terrain unfamiliar to its commanders but hard etched in Mameluke memories.
Yet still it was the Mongols who seemed to on the verge of winning the battle. “Our right flank is hard pressed, our left is on the verge of collapse,” Reported Baybars sounding far too jovial, “The situation is excellent, I propose to lead a strong attack on their centre and win the battle.”
Qutuz brightened at the news but he had one stipulation of his own, “Nay I shall lead the charge, you will continue to direct the rest of our army as you think best, you are the better general than I and can salvage things if I fail.”
If Baybars was annoyed he gave no sign of it instead his face went focused as if he were some mechanical automata designed purely for the military conception and computation of time and space, force and morale.
“Very good Your Highness, rest assured you will not fail, the enemy are on the verge of disaster but it will be more efficient if I direct the troops and you lead the attack….it will inspire our men,” Baybars agreed with a sudden smile.
“And Women,” Added Messaline, “I and Li’hi and our ninjas will not desert the Sultan now, we shall help guard his back.”
“Very well,” Baybars nodded, “Go straight for the banners of the enemy commander Your Highness, the Mongols will throw everything they have left at you in an effort to win the battle by destroying our morale, it will be hard fighting but you will hold and while you are doing so,” Baybars smile looked like that of lion just pulling its head out of the kill, “I will destroy every Mongol and their lackeys between here and Damascus.”
Qutuz nodded and the order rang out the solid phalanx of armoured warriors atop armoured horses formed into a wedge the Sultan at its tip and Li’hi and Messaline at his flanks. Qutuz drew his sword and flourished it so that it caught the sun in that bright air and shone like a star itself upon the field.
“Oh Islam!” He called and spurred his mount.
“Revenge,” Called Messaline.
“Messaline,” Cried Li’hi and the Ninjas.
“Allah Ackbar!” Sprang from a thousand throats and then all was the dust of the plain and pounding of hooves. It was if that metallised mass did not move but the very Earth turned under them, slowly, slowly and then with unstoppable momentum and hurtling speed the spearhead surged across the narrowing divide.
The Mongols saw them coming and would have simply scattered on a wider steppe to let them pass before turning and savaging their flanks but here and now they were bound by the very forces they brought along to win this battle, such strength of numbers had few places it could go and so the nomad edge in dash was lost.
Bones smashed like so many flower pots before the crashing weight of metal and horse but the first regiment of noble warriors who bore almost as much iron as their foes slowed the surge even as it swept them aside. Then the survivors of that first clash bore in on the flanks while the elite troops of Kitburga’s bodyguard, the Mongol General’s very best, launched a disciplined assault from the front.
Li’hi was next to the Sultan and the Princess but for the next few moments her world was shrouded in dust and she knew of them only as slightly less distant presences in what looked and felt like a blood tinged, throat biting fog.
She struck hard at the black iron of a Mongol helm and felt her hand ring as metal smashed metal. She slashed at a pony fierce in tis desire to bite her face off and that great snout retreated with a wet scream, she struck again and was blocked by a curving Mongol blade. She felt something swish past her shoulder and man’s distant scream. Ignoring that she struck again to her front and then again to the side where she perceived there to be only enemies, she hoped she would not strike a friend in this confusion and slowly the swirling dust abated but the bloody frenzy did not.
Messaline fought, she fought with fury, she fought with grace and she fought with utter ruthless precision. Her enemies were cut down right and left and right again until her sword was snatched away, by hand or wound she knew not. She let a Mameluke shoulder his horse past hers and drew her bow, letting fly here at an eye, there at a horse’s neck and there at an exposed armpit.
She must have slain a score at least but still the Mongols came. Qutuz and his green on black standard drew them like a loadstone, they came and died and still more came.
Distantly Messaline saw Twilight Whispers go down, she saw her get up again but then her attention was diverted, grabbing an axe from a Mameluke saddle she smashed at a furious charge by intemperate mountain men from between some seas she had never heard of.
Li’hi saw Messaline imperilled so focused was she on blocking the path to the Sultan she never saw the trio of knights, armed and armoured in the Frankish fashion charging to spit her from behind on their cruel lances. The Mongol woman dragged her horse’s head around and goading it with her sword made it charge across the path of the surging trio. The avalanche felt like a mountain had fallen on her but then she was rolling. Desperately she kicked free from the tangle of broken, flailing horses limbs and then had to turn to meet a Mongol hobbling on his own feet but determined to claim this wild girl.
He got her sword in his throat instead and then more of the enemy came for her.
Messaline turned and swept into the foot soldiers who wore costumes that could have graced Muslims or Christians or Pagans alike. She cared not who they were save that they threatened her love in this battle of the nations. Her axe swung and swung again until her horse went down and then the enemy brought up more cavalry and more archers and turned the sky black with their arrows.
The deft forms of women ninjas swirled around their Princess and in a gavotte of death and then she embraced Li’hi a brief ardent moment and turned to face the latest black surge.
Then just as it seemed this was eternity it was over. The enemy were gone. Muslim troops were pushing forwards around them, cheering the banner and hailing Qutuz who stood with just a score of his Royal Mamelukes left, no two score there was another knot of them slightly beyond his standard. Messaline looked around for her ninjas and could only espy three.
“Twilight Whispers, quickly find out how many of your sisters are wounded and how many worse,” Messaline called out.
“Twilight Whispers is dead, an arrow got her, I think Third Blade Night Silence is sort of the most senior now but she is injured, I am Twenty Third Blade Quiet Darkness and I think I am the most senior of our Order not wounded, these two sisters are likewise all who remain combatant,” Finished Quiet Darkness.
Messaline looked around and at last the horror of the scene began to sink in, the entire narrow plain between the rugged hill crops was covered with the bodies of men and horses and now birds were descending in the hopes of a feast.
“Victory, a glorious victory,” Baybars rode up, “We have won, Kiburga is slain and I doubt two handfuls of his men escaped his fate.
“Well we won it seems,” Said Li’hi quietly beside her and Messaline embraced her sister in love and wept.
Messaline lay in the tent of Qutuz, his strong arms around her, Li’hi was sleeping soundly besides her.
“Are you sure it was wise to send your warrior women away?” Asked the young man, whose plans were now to establish a glorious dynasty stretching not just from the shores of this sea where the Peoples of the Book fought each other but to the distant ocean that only Messaline’s people had ruled before the Mongols came.
“Aye, they need to rest, heal the wounded, recruit and train new sisters of battle,” Messaline explained, “They will return when they are needed.”
“Very well but I shall need to find good men to restore my bodyguard corps, they are perilously reduced,” Qutuz said, “I could rely on Baybars men for a while but it is not wise to let just one of my emirs seem to have too much the hold on me.”
“Sire, a party of emirs wish to speak with you urgently,” Announced a guard.
“Damn, I had better go see what they want, probably just another ruckus between their sons, we really do need to find jobs for all these young men, they can’t be Mamelukes it would corrupt the system but too many are above becoming merchants or other useful trades,” Qutuz grumbled but he swung his feet off the cushioned bed and pulled on a robe, “Rest my love, I will return soon.” He leant over and kissed Messaline before departing.
Messaline had just closed her eyes when a sudden all too familiar grunting and the horrid sound of metal cutting flesh jolted her brain. In an instant she was awake, a sword in her hand and another in Li’hi’s as they charged from the tent, clothes not even a scant after thought that they might be in time to save the Sultan.
They were not though. Four Emirs turned as one to face them from above the crumpled and carved body when arrows swarmed like furious wasp and the four noblemen gasped and then lurched to their knees. More arrows took them and then they were dead like so many once human pin cushions.
“Too late, too late to stop the assassins Baybars, oh you fool you are too late,” Wept Messaline.
“I can still avenge my Sultan, arrest these women, they conspired to kill our noble and gracious Sultan Qutuz,” Baybars smiled even as he accused others of treachery. Messaline and Li’hi could only stand gobsmacked as near a hundred bows were suddenly pointed in their direction. Men came up and seized and bound them roughly coarse rope tight against naked flesh.
“Well how do you plan to kill us?” Asked Messaline.
“Oh I have no intention of killing you, I think you are a fate touched one and your killing would bring bad luck on the killer, however I know a corrupt Christian dog who is making a pilgrimage to Jerusalem to absolve his many sins. I believe that his absolution might not be as complete as the Priests of the Holy Sepulchre believe when I sell you to him,” Baybars malice ought have chilled the blood but Messaline found herself strangely hot under his gaze.
It was two hot days before Messaline and Li’hi gazed down upon Jerusalem the Holy City of three religions entwined in a bitter embrace with fate and fury and each other. A man smiled and cracked jokes in bad Latin with his priest who did the interpreting. The Baron turned from his priest who pinched at his nose blackened by some past illness that had left its mark. He spoke in some rolling guttural tongue which the Priest rendered into Arabic.
The Baron wishes to finish the cleansing of his soul by re-enacting the Passion of Our Saviour,” Explained the Priest, “Since women are the vessels of the fall of man into the very damnation that required the sacrifice of the Lord he feels that you, clearly foul and licentious wantons should re-enact the offering and give up your blood and bodies on behalf of his penance. For the good of his souls he will scourge you both severely before you ascend your crosses.”
The Baron took up his whip and the first stroke swept in to flay naked flesh. The women screamed but then Li’hi managed to gasp out, “Do you remember that time we were flogged by the river in where was it?”
“Indiarrrrrgh,” Said Messaline as a blow landed, “It was a much better whipping than this, people are losing their touch.”
“I remember most the night we spent under the starts together just the two of us…well and all those cows,” Said Li’hi
“Water-buffalo and yes I remember it well too,” Messaline said and then shrieked along with Li’hi as the whip played over them again.
“Of course we met with a whipping,” Said Li’hi.
“And a rack, you were beautiful on that rack,” Said Messaline.
“Am I, am I still,” Asked Li’hi worriedly.
“You are always beautiful,” Messaline won out of a parched throat made even thicker with emotion.
“So are you,” Said Li’hi, “The most beautiful woman in the whole world.”
At the end of the flogging the two women hung by their wrists, knees not quite touching the ground.
They did not revive until they were roughly bound to readymade crosses lying on the ground and the mallets and the nails come out. Then the Baron’s retainers set to on Li’hi and the nails went in.
“Be strong, remember when you dared the jaws of a monster rather than desert me, you were always brave, always my true companion always my love,” Messaline shouted over the shrieks that the punishing metal tore from Li’hi.
“I followed you across half a world, I will always follow you, be strong My Princess and my love,” Li’hi lent her strength waning as it was when it came Messaline’s time to suffer the indignity and agony of the nailing.
Later as they hung on crosses, Li’hi added anxiously, “But we did have our fights though.”
“Yes but we always made up,” Messaline’s voice was weaker but still strong enough when it counted, to carry under that starry sky.
“Oh yes, I still remember us making love in the river after the village,” Li’hi smiled but it went unseen in the dark.
“Only the river?” Mock scorned Messaline, “I remember every time, every last wonderful time, on ships, in tents, under skies like this and grand palaces and you say you love, I clearly love you best.”
Li’hi laughed a little even though it hurt. “You always did everything best,” She agreed, “But I still loved you more.”
“We have loved each other enough for ever and shall always,” Messaline said and then they were silent until the stars dimmed in their eyes and their journey across Asia was ended.
RacingRodent
Consul
It seems odd to be at the end but it was a magnificent journey My Princess and you and I and faithful Li'hi and all our dear readers travelled it together 
Who knows what legacy Messaline of Jin left to history?
Who knows what legacy Messaline of Jin left to history?
