A pamphlet is put up in Uhm, Cordor and Wharftown.
Dearest Kehurin So-Arinthn
I am on your heels.
Like the hellish hound guarding the river styx I seek you with three heads equally eager to bite you, gnaw on you and tear you apart.
Your villainous act will not go unpunished for the 700 souls you murdered in guldorand, They each deserve retaliation and the soft taste of revenge.
There are tears the mind can't tell are true,
Pain the heart can't share.
Anger wrapped up in deceit,
It's more than I can bear.
Death is really not enough for you, My dear friend.
I want you cut off from the weave and chained in a cell for the rest of your miserable life. Perhaps inside a sarcophagus thrown at sea, magically enchanted with a Temporal Stasis spell?
Mayhap there is a mageling on this isle skilled enough to cast the infamous Imprisonment, Perhaps then you would have enough time to rethink your life and the horrific deeds you have committed?
The hurt and torture deep inside,
The scalding pain of hate.
The sadness deep inside my soul,
That anger did create.
But in all honesty I believe you should be put on a public trial, You fiend of the abyss, because why should I alone see you suffer when the common man deserves it equally?
You should hang from the gallows until the ravens sought it fit to pick your bones apart and I shall laugh at your dangling corpse everyday I wander by it, Then weep bitter tears for what you made me do to.
The anger causes pain inside,
Too deep to understand.
And the pain, in turn, will cause,
More malice to my hand.
Too deep to understand.
And the pain, in turn, will cause,
More malice to my hand.
I Just wanted to inform you that your freedom is shrinking.
Soon there will not be any city-state left on amia and anywhere else on the isle that you can hide, My beloved Nemesis.
The scourge I lay upon you now,
You surely cannot break.
This curse will last for on and on,
You've made a grave mistake.
