Mulisha,

I don't know if it's customary for Gods and Goddesses to reply to posts
such as yours. I am only little and I'm terrible at studying history so
I have no precedents by which to weight My actions. So in My usual 'act
now, end up mad/imprisoned/unconscious later' gung-ho kinda way, I've
decided to reply to you.
What manner of man are you? One with a tiny mind that has obviously been
thinking about that post for ever such a long time. Like I say, My
history isn't so good but I'm sure it was rather a long time ago that
left, or were asked to leave, the Jesters. In all that time, the only
thing you have learned is...well, nothing! One would think that an
ex-jester would have a much wittier repartee of insults to sling across
the public forum. But no, your grammar is awful, your remarks are badly
thought out and clumsily executed and you can't even be bothered to
check the gender of your marks before you let fly? Psh!

What was it that asked you to pick that particular group of people?
There are others with positions of power within the guild. Mayhaps
you've been away so long that those were the only names you could
remember in your infinite well of pathetically nurtured resentment. I
conclude that you are not a man, you are a maggot, and you will remain
so until I see fit to reward you with your disguise of horkval again.
And please for the love of Mischief, do NOT contact Me and beg My
forgiveness and to be made Horkval again. To be honest the whiney, nasal
sound of your voice buzzes in My ear like the most insistent mosquito.
You speak to Me always without any respect whatsoever and I have put up
with it thus far but no more. If you say even one word to Me, or ask one
person to speak on your behalf, I will also cut out your tongue and hide
it somewhere in Sapience so that you have to find it to get your voice
back.

My point is overall, Shut up. Please, please shut up you nonce!

Pandora, Goddess of Mischief

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Lupar, in the year 332 AF.