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You Lie.
Written by: Bishop of Hedonism, The Rev. Lodi Vespic de'Ta'sa
Date: Saturday, May 10th, 2003
Addressed to: Covenant Stormcrow
My, my, my Covenant . . . you do have a way with twisting truths don't
you?
I went on a little field trip today . . .
The Garden of Rapture.
Slightly crumpled, an inventory list has been lost here. Elbryan
Aristata is here. He wields an ornate steel rapier in his left hand.
You see a single exit leading out.
You discern that this location has not been imprinted by any Druid.
Not a part of the forest? Never new a place were a Druid could have a
Grove and fall /out-side/ of Oakstone duristicktion. If a Druid can have
a grove there . . . surly some Grove related skills work?
Dalamar was not reworded, he was cast from our City in disgrace. He was
allowed back in because he is a highly dedicated individual. It was,
in-fact, this dedication that drove him to harm that part of the natural
world.
His actions had nothing to do with Landmarking? Pah! A lie spun to cover
up the destabilising moral preferences those of Nature have always
suffered from.
(Or is it just that, because of your own narrow minded prejudice against
those of Evil & Sin, you automatically came to a judgmental decision
about the situation, based solely on your own petty prejudice opinions,
decided to implement a Herb Ban, the rest of the Forests followed suit
and now . . . now your people are looking at war . . . or is that what
you wanted? Do you want to watch the forests burn? I bet you'd think it
would be worth it . . . to just get a taste of Mhaldorain blood . . .
you crave it selfishly . . . don't you . . . )
By standing against Mhaldor during Landmarking, Nature in fact drove
Dalamar to his actions. Your disturbing sense of 'moral obligation' is
self defeating here.
You have a right to order your underlings not to sell herbs. But they
also have the right to disobey your orders, if they so choose. Mortal
laws, as with anything elce made by mortal hands, can always be broken.
The Rev.
Penned by my hand on the 17th of Valnuary, in the year 334 AF.
You Lie.
Written by: Bishop of Hedonism, The Rev. Lodi Vespic de'Ta'sa
Date: Saturday, May 10th, 2003
Addressed to: Covenant Stormcrow
My, my, my Covenant . . . you do have a way with twisting truths don't
you?
I went on a little field trip today . . .
The Garden of Rapture.
Slightly crumpled, an inventory list has been lost here. Elbryan
Aristata is here. He wields an ornate steel rapier in his left hand.
You see a single exit leading out.
You discern that this location has not been imprinted by any Druid.
Not a part of the forest? Never new a place were a Druid could have a
Grove and fall /out-side/ of Oakstone duristicktion. If a Druid can have
a grove there . . . surly some Grove related skills work?
Dalamar was not reworded, he was cast from our City in disgrace. He was
allowed back in because he is a highly dedicated individual. It was,
in-fact, this dedication that drove him to harm that part of the natural
world.
His actions had nothing to do with Landmarking? Pah! A lie spun to cover
up the destabilising moral preferences those of Nature have always
suffered from.
(Or is it just that, because of your own narrow minded prejudice against
those of Evil & Sin, you automatically came to a judgmental decision
about the situation, based solely on your own petty prejudice opinions,
decided to implement a Herb Ban, the rest of the Forests followed suit
and now . . . now your people are looking at war . . . or is that what
you wanted? Do you want to watch the forests burn? I bet you'd think it
would be worth it . . . to just get a taste of Mhaldorain blood . . .
you crave it selfishly . . . don't you . . . )
By standing against Mhaldor during Landmarking, Nature in fact drove
Dalamar to his actions. Your disturbing sense of 'moral obligation' is
self defeating here.
You have a right to order your underlings not to sell herbs. But they
also have the right to disobey your orders, if they so choose. Mortal
laws, as with anything elce made by mortal hands, can always be broken.
The Rev.
Penned by my hand on the 17th of Valnuary, in the year 334 AF.