I leave for a day, and look what I come back to.

I am still at a loss as to what all this talk of roleplaying and \"supposed to do\" is. I am Arthor, and I am evil, and that's about all there is to it. It's not that I don't like Mercinaens because they are \"good\". The ones I don't like are usually

because they are hypocrits. Indeed, I have found few who are truly \"good\".

Now, the term huggies came around before my time, surely, but I do know something of its history and its modern usage.

No, it has nothing to do with compassion, it has mostly to do with cowardice and fear.

Huggies are those who sit in groups, cowering in safety in numbers from their attackers.

Huggies are the cowards who sit and cheer as the 8 or 10 of them finally manage to kill me.

Huggies are the incompetent, dishonourable, cowards who I scorn.

And yes, Magdalene, if this attitude is what caused the downfall of Thakria, I relish in it.

I would much rather die with honour and courage, than continue a pitiful existence of cowardice and hypocracy.

You make it sound as if we fear you, Magdalene. \"if you were nice to us... \" I say bring it on. If you can ever crawl out of your hole long enough to give us a real fight, I would welcome it.

Sir Arthor

Written by my hand on the 5th of Midsummer, in the year 978.