What's funny is I remember a magicker who shagged, bribed, and
threatened his way to become Duke of Kinsarmar.

I remember pompous posts, and confusion of path. I remember a still
close minded cuckold turning his back on such things to embrace a
completly contrary doctrine.

Now I see a corrupt Zealot trying to mimic my combat tactics.

A mockery of a man twisted by the Syphilis of a dozen Kinsarmarite
harlots. Confused as to whether to live in a desert, or a frozen
tundra....

Know this, I am the whip of Dis...If you had not committed great sins,
Lord Thanatos would not have sent a punishment like me upon you.

Meow now Lord Juran you can attempt a riposte now! Make sure it makes me
chuckle.



Penned by my hand on the 21st of Bellum, in the year 592 AD.