Well, in the past team springdale has dealt with me in its usual way, sending 3 or
4 (or more if they had the manpower) people to try to off me, then whining if a
single other thakrian came to my aid. Apparently they don't even have the guts
touch giliad do that anymore. After crushing hellchaser in a challenge yesterday, he
attempted to get a ressurection from his mate shadowen, which is in my opinion
challenge interferance of the worst sort. Fortunately due to the incompetance
of the paladins in general, they didn't pull it off. So later while he was bashing,
i thought i'd get a little revenge. Just the typical stuff mind you, breaking his
arms so he drops his swords, rolling him into kenkria, forcing him to toss his
potions into my stones focus so they could be shattered, essentially using my
limited guild skills to effectively fight long range, as per how seers excel.
Rather that sending the usual team at me, they all ran back to their meeting hall.
I didn't feel like calling it a night just because they darted to their farsight
proof vault, so i kept going. Figured i'd try image bleeding him to death. If
it killed him it would be a laugh, if he came at me i'd get a fight. Well, apparently
I was far too much of a challenge to even contemplate, sitting in my non fortified
location using powers with such high equilibrium costs i'd never be able to move
in time to avoid a traversal. Instead, i was zapped and ALL my shrunken heads
were stripped from me. It is damocles' right as a god to do this, but somehow
hellchaser seemed to think he had won some minor victory. This is just the final
and ultimate proof that the seers own you springdale, that you actually need a god
touch giliad save you. Though i would like to commend hellchaser on his later bravery, trying
touch giliad team me with neidhart after i had rode the ship 3 times. And on another note
Neidart- Its funny that you call me a coward for running away and farbonding you
when you are trying to team me, yet you never come at me 1 on 1 unless i initiate
the combat. Your staves are certainly a force to be reckoned with, YOU are a joke.
And that leads me to my next post (sorry for being a bit overwinded, but i'm sick
of people shouting about things about me)
Written by my hand on the 2nd of Eleuthral, in the year 1025.