Firstly, If I choose to rest within the confines of my temple it is for meditation and prayer. I stay within these hallowed rooms for reflection on what it is to be a follower of Darkness. Questioning my actions is questioning darkness and such a mediocrity as yourself has no business posing such questions. I am a junior priest of the most important order in Avalon and you are nothing.

There are times when you have ambushed me with your colleagues for you lack the strength and efficacy to best me alone, or perhaps just the fear prevents you. These times I have found myself unable to defeat the overwhelming odds and repetitive onslaughts, such times do I seek sanctuary in the temple of my patron. There is no shame in withdrawing oneself from a conflict that by sheer weight of numbers proves insurmountable.

In paying homage and reverance to my Lord Nostradamus I am guilty, of \"whining\" and \"bitching\" I am certainly not. In my youth my stature was not so great and mighty, I was often the sole representative of my city at any one time. It was such times the Springdalians Pahn and Finbar rode upon their Unicorns into Thakria, The paladin would use his shield to move me from my location and the ranger would use an item of magic summoning to bring me to him. There the paladin and ranger would set about the sys

tematic attacks upon my person. No whining, no bitching was uttered from the young Arturo. I took my knocks and grew stronger for them.

Fear the stag? I think not, for all the rutting and locking of horns. It is still the weak pack animal it ever was.

Written by my hand on the 18th of Springflower, in the year 1139.