Well now...

Today I am teamed and attacked by rangers and Alarius, an alchemist, before my Zmud clock had registered my presence in the land for 30 seconds.

Their reason?

I kill and strip novices and little people.

Something I have *NEVER* done with malicious intent in the YEARS I have been in Avalon.

Well, today that changes.

If you're a little ranger or alchemist or artisan, I suggest you stay the HELL out of my way, as I am now going to BE the monster that these cowards accuse me of being.

Run back to your ultimately safe, totally impenetrable treetops and hug, bears, whilst the artisans hide behind skills and attacks to which there is no effective defence.

You just created a REAL monster, you pathetic imbeciles.

Written by my hand on the 9th of Springflower, in the year 1076.