To Whom It May Concern

[Grieve]

After the travesty that has befallen the citizens of Sarlona this morrow, I shall bare the burden of orchestrating a grand adventure this eventide for all worthy citizens into the gauntlet of the Thirteenth Eclipse with the exception of those vile scoundrels and insidious magi for I shall not share camp with such low-lives.

Sincerely,
Rifte Torin
the Honourable Drunk

[Chai]

[TonnoTopia]

What noble sounds which do my ears alight. Though perhaps you could break the fog of my minds eyes. for what villiany hath such been committed to so sully in your eyes they reputations of those noble scholars. Though perchance you mean to limits such abasements to those who do consort with Demons for temporal gain.

Alas, is it not also to my memory that you gave notice to the high and incorrigible Tobril (who should at all times be classified a scoundrel regardless of any regalia might he deign at the time.) that you would this, the very eventide of your adventure, stand by to give aid should Tobril need to call upon it toward Tobril's attempts to pass on the knownledge of demonic hound slaying to those of youth and courage?

[Kages]

"To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action."

---Shakespeare "Hamlet"---

Sorry best I could do.

[Chai]

[Tobril]

Let’s kick some axe!

Tobril (Incorrigible Scoundrel and Way Better Looking than Harrison Ford)

[TEcarson]

Once a King, always a King!

But once a Knight's enough!

[Ilindith]

After the travesty that has befallen the citizens of Sarlona this morrow, I shall bare the burden of orchestrating a grand adventure this eventide for all worthy citizens into the gauntlet of the Thirteenth Eclipse with the exception of those vile scoundrels and insidious magi for I shall not share camp with such low-lives.

Sincerely,
Rifte Torin
the Honourable Drunk

[Tobril]

Alas, is it not also to my memory that you gave notice to the high and incorrigible Tobril (who should at all times be classified a scoundrel regardless of any regalia might he deign at the time.) that you would this, the very eventide of your adventure, stand by to give aid should Tobril need to call upon it toward Tobril's attempts to pass on the knownledge of demonic hound slaying to those of youth and courage?

Indeed, he can shroud once he is finished being a doggie biscuit.

[stoopid_cowboy]

After the travesty that has befallen the citizens of Sarlona this morrow, I shall bare the burden of orchestrating a grand adventure this eventide for all worthy citizens into the gauntlet of the Thirteenth Eclipse with the exception of those vile scoundrels and insidious magi for I shall not share camp with such low-lives.

Sincerely,
Rifte Torin
the Honourable Drunk

Is Grieve forming a drunken Shroud tonight?
Count meh in!

yuda