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[Cheeseycereal 829]

 

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A flyer, A post that was spread throughout Hyspia.

 

To the Denizens of Hyspia,

 

I write to deliver news both grave and cruel. Though I must admit, it would be remiss of me not to state: such cruelty suits my wretched heart. Someone you dearly love, cherished, even,has been taken from you, swept away so effortlessly, so easily, by the hands of my sister and me. And indeed, was he not a vile man himself? Perhaps. Am I to feel shame for my actions when my heart, corrupt and greedy, yearns only for its most complex desires? It rots as though it were the heart of a decaying cow, yearning for blood, body, and mind to sustain its existence.

 

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What is the mind, after all? Who are we to change, to mold ourselves into something we are not? To shape ourselves into something other than we currently are? I do not seek to change to earn acceptance. I demand it. I am who I am, hungry. That hunger growls, undeniable.
 

Arvel, your commander,whatever ranking he holds once more,though strong, fierce, and considered a figure of hope, has fallen nimbly. It would be wrong of me to admit I expected so much more from one of his standing. Yet how swiftly that pride crumbled under the weight of my pommel striking his skull. He survived, for now. But my sister and I overcame the wicked bastard. Even his sister’s desperate attempt to save him was for naught. To hear her plead, to hear her scream... Gosh, once again, I must admit, they gave me hope.

 

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The hope that Arvel, your friend, if I’m not wrong,however, Arvel’s sister, whatever her name may be,had also fallen into a state of extreme slumber. For Lullaby, my kin grew hungry. And what are we, if not caretakers of our own? Should a sister not feed her younger kin? How else must I maintain her beauty?

 

For her told me that he would accept me once more.. If I were to change who I was.. And then he spoke of me. Not the greatest first friend..

 

Speak of me once, shame on me. Speak again, and shame on you. I am not a fool, and I will not be treated as one. My being is beyond your comprehension. I have surpassed sickness and mortality itself. The church may brand my people as abominations, but I have reached the pinnacle of pure existence. Within my own honest eyes, no plague shall fester on my skin, no germs,no, nothing. For I am a guide to healing, realizing your full potential. But first, you need ambition.

 

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And perhaps one day, hopefully very soon, you will seek help from people like me. Cherish the ambitions you hold! I embody and embrace the truth of what it means to live beyond mere humanity.

 

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It was Arvel, Yay! He’s alive! But.. sitting in a pit of Flesh. But his eyes, oh his poor eyes.

His face seemed a bit.. Crispy! 

 

Your friend is alive, for I am no cruel person. Yet, he must be punished, for that is the way of living. To know that I live forever, I have grown quite wise. But my wife is wiser. And to think he dared to open his mouth twice! And I trust him! As a Friend! 

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I shall warn you and tell you this: your friend will return alive. But do not be shocked when he is missing something. For I will bring him back.

 

Pray, however, that others who surround this area think the same as I do.

[Aehkaj 1244]

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A tablet of stone, words written in fire delivered to the one who penned the message

 

A True Pinnacle?

 

If you believe your thoughts true

 

Show me, seek Red Stone