The Brotherhood of Poets is a very weak alliance based primarily on the orange sphere with absolutely nothing to offer new members in the way of help, advice, assistance, aid, condescension, or as is as common in larger alliances as it is not in ours, government members who are no older than eight years old.
Our primary goal is to make our members suffer and endure hardships which you would never find in a larger alliances. We are not currently part of the treaty web and are unprotected from raiders. We are less than a day old. We are [i]nothing[/i]
[i]Whatever he be
nor I nor any man but that man is
With nothing shall he be pleased
till he be eased
with being nothing[/i]
Do you still want to be part of our alliance? The alliance not of husk but of kernel who are at any rate still praying devoutly to the scare-grow gods for husk?
In short our menu of bribes consists of:
No help.
We play on orange, although nothing is certain.
We are for poets, poetasters, bedlamites, the beversed of every kind, and even many a prosaic lyricist shall find shelter under our thatched ziggurats of the strange and otherly.
Adieu adieu adieu.
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