Dearest Astridyna,

While it is always a pleasure listening to your rants, we need to get a
couple of things straight.

First off, I do not avenge my Lord, as He is fully capable of doing so
Himself. He desires that His own slay you, and verily, have I left many
a head separated from your shoulders in reverence at His fires of
Demon's Gate in the desert citystate of Antioch.

Now then, yes, I will admit having died to you once, as your combat
prowess is slowly, but surely rising... although not in offensive
capability. While you can indeed heal my varied attacks much swifter
than once you did, but why, dear woman, did I lie in the desert for
about ten minutes, suffering as a paraplegic due to an abscence of
mending, without you killing me? I recall even telling you that you're
waisting time shriveling my nonexistant limbs, and infecting me with
leprosy, at least three times. After lieing there, unable to heal my
limbs or several other afflictions due to being unable to use a few of
my abilities, I grew tired of wasting my precious herbs and elixirs
because you were too incompitant to deal a killing blow.

In that light, I asked my city to provide me with the means to heal my
shattered limbs. Five minutes later, while you were wasting time, when
they finally arrived, you ran off. I do not call you out on that, merely
because I know the frustration of being teamed. However, I only know one
other moron who would walk right back into it like you did. Your lack of
foresight reminds me greatly of that dastardly snake, Adonis. So, again,
you died, after using your own novices to draw me out, causing not one,
but two deaths to Diavlous. Do you truly dislike your guild and city
enough that you'd sacrifice them like that?

As for shrine powers... I am merely a small flame in mein Lord Baar's
order, I do not command His shrines to do my bidding. Even if I did, the
nearest shrine is nowhere near where I lay. You just so happened to walk
into a plethora of rites set against you. Try speaking with your
guildmaster about rites, the ones that hurt you so badly, dear. Maybe a
little scholarly knowledge would gain you a little respect amongst the
realms.

And as for my pride.

I am a warrior of mein Lord Baar, and a fierce patriot of the sands of
Antioch. I fight for my city and my people with everything I have. I
make no claims to the ranks of the greatest of fighters, but you had
damned sure better believe that I fear no fight when it needs be fought.
And you dear, have not left grace, nor the walls of Stavenn, since I
restocked my mending supply, I have noticed. What say you to that?

On a final note, if you'll inquire with mein Lord Baar, He will inform
you that I have graced His shrines many a time with your corpse, minus
that filthy puss-pimple of a face, many a time, and neither shall I
cease now. If Adonis has the time in between his deaths in the sewers,
he may mosey into the Demons Gate while phased, to relay to you the fact
that once again, your head resides where it belongs: burning in the futy
of mein Lord's wrath, wallowing in its own mediocrity.... just like you.

Neko Savann, Patriot of Antioch


Penned by my hand on the 15th of Halitus, in the year 413 AD.