Author Topic: Bizarre Messages in Ninety-Nine  (Read 91 times)

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Hierophant

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on: October 14, 2019, 04:37:01 PM
Loose parchment flew about the Ponds this day. Written upon it, a red ink- but it would be clear to many that what was truly used as ink in this particular and estranged message, was that of blood.

"He sleeps, and I hear his callings, so gods help me, for shadows linger under my eyes and the precipices of reality blur from mind,

He who sleeps, please, by gods, leave me be. He who wanders, calls me friend; never return to the Manor.

My research shall devour me, my life's work will consume me.

My hands have drawn blood, my purse has drawn ire and destruction; Wizardry is for the Wise.

I am not wise, but I am determined.

ANATHEMA is ANATHEMA.

KNOWLEDGE is ENLIGHTENMENT.

MAY IT LIVE LONG.

MAY IT BEAR FRUIT."