a dagger is slammed up holding the parchment, a bit of blood trickling down the paper, dried
you dare touch him, I will find you, hunt you down like the savage animal you are, slaughter you til the ends of no return, and destroy what passions of life you have, til your condemed into such a frightening agony, for you will not understand the threshold of pain you will feel...until I obliterate your being into nothing more then a myth of a nothing, that never was...your nothing...Your through...meet me outside in the tavern dualing grounds, on the 11th of this month, Damn it you fiend! Give me back my buddy! My Uncle, my friend...or so you will be damned into an eternity of destructive flow, never to stop....
Scion Of Ur
