For now I shall take part in the 'slagging off' ritual that most other avalonians seem to enjoy...

Tis strange how ye call me a coward and other insults after I have left these lands.

Ye steal my items off me in a friendly challenge or what I thought as 'friendly', and when the battle turns against ye turn and run back to parrius with a walk macro.....

Promptly you beg Krill to aid you who charges in killing all my demons and webs me continually while you jump in for a slash.

After all this I get lost in Parrius and have the guards killing me, with absolutely no way of healing ye kill me and you oodly presume to be a better fighter when you win.

I shall savour the taste of your blood as I eat ye slowly.

Tzeentch

Written by my hand on the 30th of Agamnion, in the year 1044.