I have LONG since started to ignore the sophistry you call a post.

You write well, you write so well you must answer to every single post. In the walls of my city you are known as the \"bb police\"

However, I do take exception to you attacking my chosen belief, my post is so long coming for one reasone alone. I didn't read your boring, moronic, dribble.

I believe I have a keen sense of justice, Justice is not blind in Avalon, he does watch, and he is a GOOD god.

Yes I take from your mean spirited, weak, thakrians. If I do not then how is it just that you take from our people?

You mistake Justice with weakness. I will say this easily, I have no need of riches, my city takes care of me they are my brethren and they appreciate me, I take from all of you, so as to even the score. I dare say the score is STILL sorely on your si

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Keep stripping our people, keep attaking us without warrent, keep your sadistic preassure on us.

You will find that I will not break, and that in the name of JUST retribution you will all recieve punishment

The city of thakria is full of criminals, those that do the crimes, and those that harbor them. You are all anathema, you are all to be judged by the divine Castigere.

Your names are written in the BOOK, forever will the be scralled in the blood of your victims, and you WILL atone for your crimes.

As for you, you traitorous, black haired, brothel serving wench. I for one have not forgotten your betrayal of Mercinae, your betrayal of the Rangers. Not even the lord of the hunt will save you from the eventuality of being chained to shaitan

For this is where the traitors go, to a special circle in hell. Where the lord of evil laughs at their weak, pathetic, little soul.

Dunccan, Priest of Castigere, god of Justice.

Written by my hand on the 19th of Leaflost, in the year 1107.