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The Journey Traveled - Guthfar -------------------- War. Murder. Slaughter. Battle. Death. Violence. It is around and in everything. Why is the one thing that we can count on to always endure, the one thing that is the most destructive. So many die. So many give their lives up for the glory of battle, the honor of a well fought duel, and the spoils of war. Violence has so many causes and so many affects. You can see it among the youngest of children, struggling for their favorite toy. And also among the most experienced among us, defending what we believe in. Violence is experienced by those who seek it out, focing their bloodshed upon others, and it even touches those who run from it the swiftest. Death will come to us all, whether by slow time or swift steel, I will be the first to admit this. But which death is the better? Those that die in glorious conflict often live into history as legends, while the peaceful continue on in their age, and disappear into the oblivion of time, forgotten with their thoughts. Each must choose his own path. Each road has it's own pitfalls, and it's own blessings. Your destiny is in your own hands. Where in the historical annals of future generations will you be found? Will it be worth the cost? The thoughts of an old thief. Cramen the dung thief - Khlemen --------------------- I'll make my missive short. A very special... Parcel of human waste, yes dung was handed over to Cramen for safekeeping. Properties of this potent reagens are not for me to divulge. But they are substantial. I believe that the pillar of the Seringale community was the right person for this delicate task... But oh how wrong was I... This shady character hiding behind banner of law obviously succumbed to greed claiming this rare artifact for himself. I plead with you to help make wrongs right and assist in return of the precious commodity, fates of many are at stake! My Time Comes - Jaimoa ------------- I have accomplished the goal of pushing back the Terrain Incarnate's manifestation. Not many of you knew of this, as why would you care? My followers that were to continue the seal have disappeared, perhaps the Terrain gained them, my mother and I have done what we were set out to do. So now, I take a bow and celebrate in Seringale, shooting whatever passes by. I'll join my mother soon, the druid that cast out her soul to the body of that boar has released her clutch to it permanently. That means that my time is done as well. Headmaster, you will live on of course. The rest of you will die eventually. See the booty! Take the booty! Enjoy the booty! Booty Booty Booty Booty rocking everywhere! Booty Booty Booty Booty rocking everywhere! I coming mother! My Cry for Help! - Cramen ---------------- I write this to express my deepest regret at what I seem to have turned into with my recent grasp of power. Over the past several weeks I have slowly been hearing tiny voices in my head, telling me what to do. At first they were nothing and were easily ignored, but I feel that now they have become too strong for me to simply ignore. Many of my closest friends have found me to be brash and rude lately, qualities that I never carried before my receipt of power. I have made statements to Valour that could possibly lead to war, and in my most recent and least proud moment, I led Adwerraron, a dear friend, into a death trap and took his life. I don't know what it is I am becoming, but I pledge to you, my friends and colleagues, that I will fight this evil that is slowly consuming me, and I need your help. If I give in to these voices any more, then I truly fear what shall become of me and what possible damage I might do. I send this as my official apology to Valour for my beligerent words and to Adwerraron for the truly wicked monster that I have become. Next time we cross paths, I pledge to give to Adwerraron my body and all that it carries. I hope that with the help of my friends that I shall find myself once more at peace. |
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