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Written by: Rellin "The Blooded"
Date: Thursday, March 3rd, 2005
Addressed to: Paramourdic Mortification, Reecillia Jade, Fallen Indorani
Reading over post after post of this endless ranting, I can't stop
laughing at how silly some mortals are today. I thought it was going to
get interesting when Clio was going to attempt to kill Indorani
Leadership and prove...I don't know what, a mortal concept on a bond
between mother and daughter...though I also find it funny that Clio so
willingly abandoned her daughter as soon as she joined the Indorani.
Thinking some more about this subject, and reading the
very.."interesting" posts that your mother has decided to share with the
public, I have decided that it IS in fact a mother/daughter experience.
Your mother has publically humiliated herself in front of Sapience,
blabbering about Rahn and the cleansing flame, and how the light is
going to eat your soul, blah blah blah blah blah, and you could have
just kept quiet, sitting around..just not talking all together, but you
have to go and waste the minutes of my eternal life, spend precious gold
that could have been given to an Indorani novice that you so DEARLY
loved, and waste a post, wait, two posts. I just can't seem to
comprehend some mortals anymore.
Then, with some more thinking I was wondering, "Where will poor
Reecillia go?", now that she was "unlawfully" outguilded and that she
did everything right, and that they just didn't like her because she was
too good for them, or something along those lines (insert something that
boosts Reecillia's ego here). I'm guessing you had class, and if you
didn't, such is life, I just beg you to not to seek the path towards
immortality..we already have enough of the slow minded dolts with a big
ego to last us TWO lifetimes and to just not talk...mortals already have
a bad name, with Talinon running about, especially in the Sentinels,
laying traps in the road to try and make himself feel like he's a, what
do they call him?, "cool dude". Just go sit down and think about how
pitiful you were and have become, and apologize, they might even take
you back, you never know.
And Clio, just die.
Food for thought,
The Blooded
Penned by my hand on the 8th of Chakros, in the year 152 MA.