Hail.

After much consideration, well, at least enough to cover all of the
important parts, which took all of a few seconds, I have decided to do
much the same as Jelaludin. Merloch moves, and the Moondancers follow. I
do not fault them, for he is their Guildmaster. However, due to the fact
Merloch believes he can dictate to me whom I can and cannot be with, and
his rediculous policies denying those that provide me with amusement to
even be in my presence, whilst I cannot deny that it has slowed them
down at all... Any Moondancer to cross my path, or my path to cross
theres, that I find myself capable of slaughtering, and feel like the
shed of blood, I shall do so, until such a time that I no longer need to
follow Serens across the Ethereal to kill them, to retrieve essence the
filthy bastards stole from Earth. This seems most common among
Moondancers, whom like to take their time on the Earth Plane, even
whilst threats are flying. Until such a time comes that either Merloch's
policies are withdrawn, or irritating factors previously mentioned in
Jelaludin's post are aleviated AND the continous flow of relatively weak
Moondancers to the Earth Plane collecting essence is stopped, or at
least tappered significantly, I shall carry out my threat.


As an aside, a few Hartstone melds will not stop me on Ethereal. Whilst
you switch guards earlier this month, roughly ten more bastardized
knights and that whore Butter fell before me, and were feasted upon by
the Lord Gorgulu and myself. It will only be a matter of time before
that bitch Maeve follows.

So, either stop your members from stealing our essence, or I will
continue my petty assaults on the Ethereal. It will only be a matter of
time before I grow bold.

And, for the sake of the small shreds of my sanity, I'd prefer not to
read any posts involving "love", "forgiveness", and "acceptance" coming
out of that shit hole you Merians call New Celest. I'm almost sad that
our people did not stay dead. I'd have kept more respect for our people.

And so I sign my name, in the blood of Fae.

Faeslayer

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Shanthin, in the year 109 CE.