To The [TAZ], and other Zoners

[gitanos]

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{~ Comms Id: SamsarianS ~}
{~ Source:High-orbit Over the Crucible ~}
{~ Comms Target: the Spore ~}
{~ Encryption Level: Ultra High- and demented. Protected with massive viruses ~}

}The time is midnight and an old and naked man appears in the middle of the forest. Noone sees him, not even the elite guards of the green-planet. Possibly he is not even there... But the forests are not dreaming ever. At least the regular forests not. But the forest on the green-planet is not a regular one. It feels his presence, somehow it senses that the naked old man who is not even there kneels down and digs out a small plant from the wery heart of the forest. When his image disappears from the semi-dream of the forest, a well-coded transmission arrives from the massive cloaked port what floats behind the planet.{

A 'loah 'ere Moa'Forax, or how o'ers call zee Green-thum'

I 're Childe Salvia Jozsuah. I 're walka' on meh bare foot among ze starz.
Neg o'ers cudda zalk in 're name, zo 'ave to hear meh sayin'ere
Zurn 'at on me childe Lali. 'ey wonna unzand areh 'efor.

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We know thee. And we were aware of your arrival.
Thee already sensed our presence. Thee know who we are.
We offer thee the following, and thee will accept as thee know we.

*The old man pauses than stares to the camera and a somewhat green and brown shine appears in his eyes for a flashing moment. After that he continues speaking.*

The young lady does not speak in the name of everyone, even if she is a praised and trusted popess of Discordia what most uf us follows. We always had our colonias in the Omicrons even when others missed out these paths of their caravan path, we were here as anywhere else. Silently. Hidden. Among the lowest classes of our kind, even on the shileded port of planet P. what most zoners seemed to abandon so far.
Now lets talk about the port o'Samsara.
We have here three gardens on the port 23th. Or more precisely we have space here for three, and this space is empty of plants for now. Two of them are small, private and will remain silent and usual to grant place for our dreamers to dream along with no voices and souls in their mind. Thee know why should we need that since thee share the Plains of Altered Existence with some of our dreamers.
The last one, the biggest one with more than twice of the size of the other two together, will speak and sing to us. Will keep thinking and produce us resources what only thee can grant us. In exchange for the seeds of thee, we allow thee to live and travel with us. Thee will see our children growing up. Thee will reach the most various places and receive what thee need to grow strong.
One of our bloodlines, the Potprodz already voluntied to embrace you and take care of the gardens of port23th.
*the man pauses and looks deeply to the cam*
Everyone else will stay untouched by thee if thee accept what I offer. I repeat. Everyone else than the bloodline of the Potprods will stay untouched on the port.
But the Potprodz are willing to take care of thee for the existence of port23. Forewer.
In addition of that we grant thee a quarter on stage3 for an additional 133 humanoid follower of the...
<<un-translatable term>>
<<closest match found>>
<<term replaced >> ...Forest Mother, sorrounded by the quarters of the Potprodz familias.
Give me the sign if thee found my offer worthy, and I open the empty gardens to embrace your seeds.

That is the most what I can offer thee now, and I know thee understand that it is not a small thing. It is your turn to decide.


Childe ol Salvia

voivod of

the Samsarians

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<span style="font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif">wtf is ~SamsarianS?</span> wth are [TAZ]?