Interestingly enough, I happened to read through the past few posts on the public board, something I have not dared to do in years.
They tell of lies,'little rustlers', and lack of devotion, powered by the minds of the short-sighted, only interested in furthering their image to the land. Although I was impressed with Lani's flower pot remark :), I feel the tides of verbal evolution in reverse. You would think after all these years, we as a civilized people would begin to comprehend that no matter what, good and evil, light and dark, inane and intellect are indeed one in the same, and need the other to thrive. Throwing around stupid little insults to further vindicate one's self of importance only degrades the very base of our culture.
As an Elder of Achaea, and a self-proclaimed harvester of knowledge, and wisdom, I cannot help but frown upon the multitudes in their current ventures, and happenings. I watched as men and women I grew alongside with for many years, spit upon the very guild that gave them life. No matter the reason each of them comes up with, they know deep inside what they have done, and I can assure each of them that when they realize their mistake, and spurn the madness of one power hungry man, I will forgive them. Forget? Most assuredly, No, but to forgive is to become better than the Gods. Such power is harnessed within the capsule of forgiveness, and we could all learn to better ourselves in this way.
I watch as unimportant men with no sense of spirituality, moral backing, or any message to speak of, rise like cream to the top. I can assure you, nature has a way of dealing with such waste, perhaps by refining it, or destroying it. I watch as petty people deal with each other in petty ways by arguing petty issues over a now petty board. Unfortunately, nature has no control over the ways of Man, and it seems this now dead board will remain as such. This land lacks any role model to speak of, and the select few who seem to transcend the snare of ignorance find their way to new lands, or dissapear without a word. Perhaps soon, I will find my peace on this plane, and unlock the potential deep within, awakening the ability to transcend to a new plane of existance. Perhaps I will extend my life force back to where it came from, and begin the process of rebirth. Or, I will find a way to cheat the cycle of life and death, and remain somewhere in between.
Anyhow, maybe the ramblings of an aged warrior won't be welcomed by the masses, and perhaps that would only vindicate the path I chose to stray from. But I will indeed die a satisfactory death. And only I will choose where, and when. I tire from trying to uplift, and unite those who in my eyes, are the keys to harmony among man, and the solution to the petty bickering that plagues, and chains the soul from the ultimate core of self.
Long live Universal Truth, and those who would seek to find it.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Phaestian, in the year 270 AF.