The Fug of War

[rabarts2]

The line between reality and memory grows less definite with every passing day. I find myself staring at a past that has long since ceased to be, the flesh and blood world a ghostly apparition beneath it. I cannot let my underlings know that my grip on reality has grown so tenuous. The closer we come to Karavakos and the unstable magics that cloak

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[harkill]

Never fear. Your back is safe, it is your front I would worry about...

This fog of battle doesn't fly, with the glee in your eyes giving you away!

[rabarts2]

Oh that's not me, but the strange being who puppets my every move, and drinks tea when I'm not looking. It is his glee you see; me, I'm just a simple megalomaniac with a minor god complex. Glee has nothing to do with it.

Well, maybe just a little.