JEEGK

Alwyn la croix bent over and peered at the missive - his focus stuck to the rude comment, he began a rant to himself, "Ah, good sir or madam, dost thou not consider the weight of thine words when thou dost wield thy quill upon yon parchment? Verily, ink once spilled upon the page is as the die cast, forever marking the annals of time with thine unkind sentiments! Pray, dost thou not heed the permanence of thine actions? As the ink doth dry upon the page, so too doth it etch itself into the very fabric of history, a testament to thine folly for all eternity." He rose to the sky, fist thrown to the air, "But fret not, dear compatriot of the quill, for I bring tidings of solace! Should the sting of remorse beckon thee to action, let not the ink dictate thy penance. Nay, instead, let us embrace a more visceral approach! With resolve born of righteous fury, we shall grasp yon parchment with the strength of a tempest's fury. Tear it asunder, rending the very fabric of its existence, as a declaration of defiance against the unkindness it bears witness to." "Let us join forces, thou and I, in a quest to undo the transgressions of thine ink-stained past. Together, we shall cleanse the parchment of its textual sins, and in so doing, restore harmony to the annals of history! Oh Bless thy Godhunt! I shall bring forth thy RUIN!" He grabbed the addition to the missive and RIPPED it from the parchment - tearing it to shreds.

amen trapgodtrips

history repeats i put my prayers out to trapgodtrips amen.

YES!!!

Donnie la Croix paced in The Dragon's Den™ as he received the missive. His gaze ate the words and their meanings, "Another who renounces evil." he put out, quickly beginning to pack a sack, gathering another from the den, "Come along, Hero, there is someone I must meet, I cannot keep running this place all on my own." @kuebiko

Donnie smiled, watching the happy citizens of the Principality, offering his cheers!

An old 'aheral came across the missive, a weak smile filled his expression, "It seems we've found purpose, Father." The architect then proceeded his way towards the gates of Celia'nor.

they yearn for nexus the cycle completes

At night sometimes near the tavern, one may witness a brown haired man throwing his bottled brew to the skies with a smile, alas, the delivery must arrive.