Greetings, Sapience.

This is my formal notice that I will no longer be parttaking in any
out-of-arena combat, unless it involves defending my city and house,
until Ashtan ceases to be a foaming at the mouth pack of ass-hats,
incapable of killing anyone in one on one combat. I'm not refering to
/all/ citizens of Ashtan, of course. Just the vast majority that think
it is their god given right to make other people's lives miserable for
no other reason than to make their tiny sexual organs seem just a little
bit bigger.

So, citizens of Sapience. Here you go. Now's your chance. Let's see how
many of you are acually able to keep me held down long enough to kill
me. Because I will run. No matter who you are. I will not throw one
punch. My challenge, however, is this: PLEASE TRY TO DO IT ON YOUR OWN
YOU BLOODY PANSIES.

Thank you. That is all.

Daes Lichlord.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Ero, in the year 432 AF.