It seems I need to slay my scribes. My last posting was supposed to look
something like this.

As the passing months go by in my life. I grow more and more tired. I
realize, yes, I am but a young man, but I am getting tired. I have
crossed many lives so far in my life. The time has come for me to step
back and make amends. From this day forth, I will be devoting my claws
not to war, but to peace. Aside from friendly adventures in the arena,
my claws shall abstain from getting bloody, save for the likes of Ogres
and such. For those who's paths I have crossed, I ask that you leave me
be. Let a poor broken man to be. Even if you feel the need to attack me
any more, I will not fight back.

Luke

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Haernos, in the year 211 MA.