Lord Knox

I love death systems that involve going through any revival other than monks. It lets people make fun of people for not PKing on first death, whilst having their own super special, basically infinite respawn setup!

[!] The reaction of the creature in question:

[!] Knox blesses mouse people.

A strange dark-skinned Thainling looks over that of the missive after having shown it off to the Pumplar and Sheriff in confusion "This is funneh, oi'mah pretteh sure oi remembah tellin' Haense 'hat oi'd look inter fulfillin' 'he Weefolk agreemen's at a latah toime! OI ANNEH, JENNEH, YEH DO 'HIS?" he calls outwards to the furthest reaches of the Shire. The impatient figure then shrugging moments later- "Oh well, Halflin' influence expands onwerds! Hopefulleh 'hey didnt start a relationship wif 'he Impropahs an' extremis's, 'hat would beh a VEREH bad 'hingeh fer 'hem! Oh well, a storeh fer anothah day." The little figure then lets out a deepened yawn, slowly puffing away more at his cigar as he prepares the phamplets for that of the ongoing Brambleburry happenings. @Rioling@Little__Lady

It is about time

The tidings of the voidally scarred continues to bring forth a lesson of pain onto those whom try to exist. We all lay in silence in this hellscape. This bound hole of pure degenerative destruction. The slender figure of the Autumn Craven simply stands over that of the Sutican roads as he looks down at the spot where Judas would be slain. The total darkness of the streets has caused nothing but dismay and droll sadness, and from the Monarchs of The Trade Nation's history it has only devolved further and further with time. Though in the time of mourn, the strange illicit figure of The Pumpkin Headed entity idly looks down at that of the deceased section. Wisps of orange float around him as he fishes into that of his pockets and pulls out a pair of completely ruined glasses... belonging to someone of long time history prior. The idle musings of Judas were something which had circulated throughout the man's mind before. Whether told, heard of, or spoken directly were unknown... yet it resonated with something deep in the beast's soul. "Judas, your words are true. Your mentors end up betraying you as your own selfish attempts at being a 'true magi' have left you with nothing but a disappointing end. Despite our methods we both wish for the same thing. It's almost ironic, don't you think?" wonders that of the lithe figure. Orange wisps continue to drone around that of the being's mawl... an unchanging stare rested on the stone floors below as the only other source of light comes from the magelight in the lanterns just above the Sutican walls. "There is only one thing that we can do as to fix our faults. Rip and tear at the foundations of selfish voidal bigotries, for it must end. This is not the chaos of the unknown, but the orders of the forsaken enchanters whom cause this catalyst. This place shall lays at the center as finally the last true identity of this place has fallen. It is time once again." he recounts- turning to walk straight along the bridge into the Oasis of Southern Almaris. "It is time for the end of the era. Goodbye to the chains which bind this oceanside property lacking of identity together. We must go back." The creature then smashes his foot onto the glasses which he rested on the ground. The Llyrian scourge was smashed, why would this be any different? See you soon Judas.