Hail Sapience

Hail budding writers and tortured poets. Here is a chance to prove your
quill can write something other than whining or pointless babble.

The Order of Thoth are hosting a literary contest.

Submit your written art to myself, not the poetry boards, and in a year
to this date I will announce the winner.

1st place is 20 credits, and 5 credits will be given to the runner's up.
The amount of winners is entirely up to you, no maximum amount of second
place.
Entrants will also be added to a tome in the Order library, allowing you
to leave your mark somewhere people will actually read it.

Poetry, short stories, long stories.. no limericks though.. all will be
accepted and judged on their own merit. If I gain enough stories and
poems, I may even split it into winning poem and winning story.

Rules are simple, it must be themed on the Lord Thoth or His realm, yes
I am aware that the fact He is the God of Death means we will get many
dark and painful tales of woe and unwitting death, but I will forgive
the entrants at least one sorrowful sonnet. More than one and I will try
and reinact on you whatever rubbish you submitted.

The contest is open to everyone, Father is a neutral God after all, and
death comes for us all eventually, so as He does not discriminate,
neither shall I.

Please make sure to sign your name on your submissions, unsigned items
will be consigned to the nearest humgii.

In service of Death

His Voice, Katia Lokelinde Le'Murzen

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Daedalan, in the year 523 AF.