Oh, for ***** sake!

When Allanon & Mags Jumped me, in Thakria, I hasten to add,

I was already on Neg skills, and somewhat annoyed at the teaming

I've been suffering under. (note: Exception here is Griffyn, all

losses I've had to him have been accepted without question and even

with the occasional congratulations, demonstrating I don't whine at

every loss.)

Now, here, from my POV, as honest as I can remember it, is the way

it went.....

Plaman put up and runed the Diabolus' Totem. Allanon entered to try and

do something about it. Arthor responded and so did I. Figuring that BL would

prevent Allanon taking too much direct action against me for too long, I

summoned every demon and could and gated in, ordering the demons to

attack. As they did so, ineffectually I may add, Magdalene and Griffyn

appeared. (dunno what happened with Griff...?) Mags attacked me, and

so did Allanon. I was pretty badly mushed up, as I expected. But this time

I had a new idea, I had selected a heart demon (crystal) in the hope that

I wouldn't lose my demons from dying, I had already accepted I would lose

lotsa XP and levels, but thats easy enough to regain. Then, whilst being

killed I could continue to order my demons to attack, making the job of those

trying to get into my Patrons Temple harder, even at the cost of my own life.

After a while, I had lost quite a bit, and decided to flee. I got a short

distance and was beset by a bear, probably Magdalene, but I can't be sure, so

I took to the clouds, where I was attacked by a shadowy figure using very

Allanon-like tactics. I fled again. Allanon and Magdalene appeared and

attacked me again. Allanon yelled 'DON'T CRITICISE MY POSTS AGAIN!' in my face

and then crushed my windpipe. They then beat me down to 720 health before

deciding that I had had enough. To be fair, one of them said that they

would not take a punishment further than this, as that'd be too much.

My windpipe remains crushed even as I write this, nearly two hours later.

I can't find a cure for it, and neither can anyone else I have spoken with.

I know that shipping will do it, probably, But I will not ship myself

for anothers pleasure and thus still suffer the ill. I am, after all, Arikarr

the undying, proud defender of my Patrons Temple, My Guildhouse, My allies

and my City. I am the Minister of Justice for Thakria, and that carries

the Duty of facing opponents hostile to our ways, even when It means

loss. It is my job to make things harder, even a little, tiny bit.

I am Arikarr the Undying, And I will not ship for thee, no matter what.

And that is called Roleplaying. Now, you gonna refute this? Swear? Shaout

rude names? whatever. Flame on. It's only a game.

Written by my hand on the 1st of Agamnion, in the year 985.