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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ink" data-source="post: 3210431" data-attributes="member: 48069">For the pain is greater than before. It is more than care to bear.So often do I find myself wondering, why hath God abandoned us? Where is His justice? Can there be a higher purpose to this incomprehensible logic chain beyond the slightest grasp of my understanding. I look again to this world, or rather, to the humans infesting it. In a world of what seems to be infinite races and languages, in a world filled with religions, I see not one human whom could be deemed unselfish. This day, the self-proclaimed Rescuer and Lord of Porthaven, Khyber Mercane, Arch Mage of Modrons, did us honor. “The Companionship” as the masses cheered, afore all nations declared us: Companions of the Realm, friends of the commoners, the truth behind the Laws of the land. He crowned us for the cleansing of Porthaven, of all injustice, under the Rule of His Lordship Arch-Magi,Khyber Mercane.Even today after the flowers and flowery words, praising us before the multitudes of humans. Our singular group of outcasts and giantess, solemnly declared free peoples not only as equals among the commoners, but friends of the people, forevermore Heroes of the Realm, Defenders of Justice and Enforcers of Law. The humans listened to his pretty words.I watched him. I watched him lie. Lie and steal away as the festivities commenced before, in and all about our newly granted headquarters, a grand Citadel of a prison to hold the injustice-- thinking we did not anticipate his two handed dealings with the Guilds of the land.I watched him as clearly as if he was Es beside me, her delicate form covered in my shadow, in my light.Cleaning his city of crime? No, organizing his city for it.Mem, Spring, Porthaven, 3497 years after the fall.</blockquote>

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