A Fairy Tale.

Wyldefyre Wara's Wuving Wifeto Everyone

There once was a man, so overcome by bloodlust he attacked the innocent and razed kingdom after kingdom to the ground.

No where was safe, not even the forest kingdoms, and the whole world felt his destruction.

The warlord ransacked and laid waste to everything he saw, and took the spoils of his war to his glass castle on the hilltop by the seaside.+

As his victories mounted he added level after level to his glass mansion until the weight of the all the plundered furniture FELL on him and crushed him to death.

The moral of the story, my friends, and take this as you will.

People who live in glass houses shouldnt stow thrones.

Written by my hand on the 6th of Paglost, in the year 1039.