I have brewed whilst dp for a grand total of 3 occasions.

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The first was when Springdale was attempting to raze Parrius. I was young, small, frightened, and Lord Malhavok and I discussed the ramifications of such an action. Given the circumstances, he thought it was not an abuse, but a clever move by an overteamed player.

The second was when you and many other Springdale fighters were attempting to fell staves. Again, overteamed, I thought that brewing would be a fair action to take. Given the divine comments from my last one, I thought it was not prohibited, and, if it were, I would be spoken to. Lord Apollo did speak to me regarding the situation (note he simply spoke to me, he did not punish, and he felt that action was sufficient).

The third time was when stonework was occuring, and I had already died many times to a team. Merely a break in the fighting, I brewed ineffectively, and then shed dp, to once again die. Lord Genesis replied to me, regarding the accusations from Pahn and Camaris, noted that I was on the ship, and determined that the issue was dealt with.

I think this repeated insistence from both the divine and you, Allanon, that I abuse oh so many bugs and am a detriment to the land is simply a thinly veiled mask for fear, frustration and inadequacy. Is it not true that these disfavours you held off on for so long occured only after you jumped me, and ghosted for it? Is it not true that these disfavours you have dealt out are occuring in the midst of your city being defeated, routed and domainted? Is it not true that you have lost staves, lost influen

ce over your stones, lost the power your city thinks you have a right to?

Accuse me of spinning the truth, but I, at least, respond to issues with honesty and truth. I don't try to excuse my actions by referring to events years past - I revel in the chaos and frustration me and mine have brought to your city. The excessive disfavours with flimsy excuses I find humourous - they are a true indication of the powerlessness that Springdale feels. Yet, even with these silly punishments placed on me, am I hiding? have I cowered?

I think you simply need to look to your stones, the Springdalians perpetually living in temples, and the blank staves riddling your city to see the answer to that.

Say what you will Allanon, but Thakria has always known the truth about you. Thanks to your pathetic abuses and whining, the rest of Avalon is also becoming aware, as well.

Narissa, proud Thakrian

Written by my hand on the 24th of Skyelong, in the year 1159.