You disgust me, Ragnorak. The mere fact that not only do you think you are capable of entering a battle of wits with a god, but you actually have the gall to think you might succeed. You are a worm, a snivelling maggoty thing, I am apalled that you would even compare yourself with another mortal, let alone a god. Your own guildmates say that you exchange guildfavours for sex, and, whether that is truth or not, the act of them thinking that of you, one of their own 'brothers' serves only to lower my rapidly decaying opinion of you, as a druid, and as a (as you seem to think of yourself) mortal.

You are a cancerous blight upon Achaea, your ignorance and stupidity is bound to spread through your occasional interactions with REAL people, only serving to ruin the pleasant atmosphere we have achieved without any of your meddling. Were I a god you would be plucked out like the weed you are, and burned in the most purifying of flames, so that maybe, MAYBE you could be safe to interact with the rest of mortalkind.

As for you seeing a fault in Eris' logic, the only thing differently I would have done is relocated your bloated and rotting corpse, so that it would no longer serve to disgrace her holy mark, or force the rest of mortalkind to gaze upon your blaspheming features.


Penned by my hand on the 1st of Sarapin, in the year 216 AF.