(Ring): Iluv says, "In 5." <472H 418M> [eb db] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alexys - Within the dark reaches (5908) - Celidon Council. Aoede - An arch-filled clearing (2885) - The Portals. Aten - Aten Amherst Auvryist - Undulating prairie (20 rms) - Dardanic Grasslands. Azefel - A gentle rise on Guards (13179) - City of Kinsarmar. Balbino - Nearing the hills (11824) - Lorka'ig. Blyth - Shining Huntress, Blyth Shinpachi, Eternal Heart Bree - The Celidonian coaching (18604) - Western Celidon Forest. Chelicrixkel - Antioch Shuk (13224) - City of Antioch. Curran - Ancient forest (3 rms) - Reate Forest. Daxos - Kinsarmar Crossroads (13370) - City of Kinsarmar. Euderyn - The fortress courtyard (12878) - lands of Aradia. Hiramius - Serene forest clearing (11391) - Celidon Council. Howard - In the shallows (16 rms) - (multiple areas matched) Ikaros - A junction of Wendigo ca (15559) - Ithaquan Council. Iluv - Iluv Bialystone, the Crux Shade Kalon - Undulating prairie (20 rms) - Dardanic Grasslands. Kanna - Aryana's Spring (8463) - ruins of Caanae. Karishma - Center Circle between tw (13381) - City of Kinsarmar. Kryss - Undulating prairie (20 rms) - Dardanic Grasslands. Laelia - Within the Ancient Redwo (13453) - Khandava Council. Miichelle - Antioch Shuk (13224) - City of Antioch. Mira - A junction of Wendigo ca (15559) - Ithaquan Council. Ogion - The cavern of the Chief (12944) - lands of Aradia. Rei - Serene forest clearing (11391) - Celidon Council. Sapp - Sapp De'Linguilette Tek - Antioch Shuk (13224) - City of Antioch. Tiala - A fork in the caverns (2 rms) - (multiple areas matched) Zul - Antioch Shuk (13224) - City of Antioch. Type MORE to continue reading. (95% shown) <472H 418M> [eb db] Iluv whispers briefly to a giant bone-armoured vampire bat named Bartok. Iluv's aura of weapons rebounding disappears. <472H 418M> [eb db] Iluv takes a long drag off his pipe, exhaling a thick, white haze. <472H 418M> [eb db]
You follow Iluv to the ether. A gentle rise on Guards Approach. (road). The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. A generator plinth has been built here, energy crackling around its edges. There are 2 monolith sigils here. A Guardswoman of Kinsarmar is manning a cannon here. She has one-hundred and one cannon balls. A massive groomed black stallion stands here proudly, its large form covered in silver battle armour. A white-footed ferret stands on his hind-legs here, chittering. Tossing his majestic silver head, a stallion of the Modin Valley stands here impassively. A vulture searches for carrion here. Eyeing you defiantly, a brown brawny stallion exhibits its large body. Calmly gazing upon her surroundings with ice blue eyes, a healthy white mare stands here upon strong legs. You see exits leading north, east (closed door), and south.
Shortest five seconds ever, not even enough time to warn against reckless tracking!
Kanthari Sazuran, the Jackal says, "Aye. I made an unsightly habit of jumping out of the trees a bit further in."
You step down off of a massive, armoured war rhinoceros named Bagamnan.
Kanthari steps down off of a curly-coated autumnal warhorse.
Rasping, you say, "I spent two different campaigns attempting to conquer this place, and even then, they don't seem to remember or care of me."
You shake your head sadly.
Clasping his scar-limned hands behind his back, Kanthari nods briefly, responding simply, "Such is the nature of men. We had an adage of it in the old Order."
You say, "The nature of men. What a queer notion. This is, after all, the Age of Mortality, at least according to the scholars."
You say, "Yet, despite that, here we are, continuing to trouble ourselves with the trappings of our dead Gods. Justice, Wrath, the Arcane, all of it left to us, as if by our parents."
With a wry smile, Kanthari Sazuran, the Jackal says to you, "The Old Gods may be dead, but their wisdom did not die with them. To continue and pretend as if nothing came before, perhaps is more foolish."
You have emoted: Bathan runs a clawed hand along the torso of the massive rhinoceros, seeming somewhat distracted.
Rasping, you say, "Perhaps."
You have emoted: Bathan turns his gaze to yours, features calm. "You recall the war, aye?"
"How could one forget?" Kanthari asks with a low laugh, shaking his head. "Watching the world crumble does make for memories, at the very least."
You have emoted: Bathan offers a curt nod, withdrawing his hands to his side. "You seemed to believe I was some sort of hero back then, if my memory does not betray me."
Kanthari quirks a brief-lived smile, appearing amused. "You did what most would not have in binding folk together," he admits, "I doubt the realms would have followed another as gladly. Certainly not one of ours."
You have emoted: Bathan nods, his eyes again seeming distant. "It all made sense, back then. I was a Knight, and I had something to protect. Days on end spent cleaving demons, holding the line. I had my hound, I had the dwarves, allies, friends, I brought hope, promise that salvation would come, even as the skies shattered around us."
You have emoted: Bathan pauses, focusing his eyes once more. "It was after the war where things began to crumble. I swore to do so much, to make the sacrifices of the Gods worth it. I began to realize that I could not live up to the expectations others had set for me. I fell in love with a wretched woman who sought blood and hate."
Rasping, you ask, "Ultimately, that's what did me in, forsaking the vow to put others first. It took sixty some years, but it happened. After that, disregarding all the others wasn't difficult. What had the world ever given back to me for all I gave to it?"
You shake your head sadly.
You say, "She chose another though, because she believed I was tarnished. I fell from perfection as a Knight, and so I was not worthy of her affections."
You have emoted: Bathan lets loose a sudden, strange laugh. "I'd give all of it up, our survival, everything, to be back in the war."
Kanthari nods faintly, amber eyes scanning the area as he muses, "And how soon they all forget." He shakes his head once more, "But again, tis nature." His gaze settles back upon you as he intones, "We were too busy trying to survive to bother ourselves with other matters, or at least I found so." Raising a brow, he asks, "Where has time found you? Yet in the north?"
You have emoted: Bathan shakes his head, taking a moment to appraise his surroundings. "I departed two months ago. No one seemed to notice or care, overmuch. Some savior of Ithaqua I turned out to be. My people did not lament my departure," his voice trails off for a moment, sorrow apparent. After a long moment, he continues. "I've been camped here, hunting the beasts that roam from atop Bagamnan, trying to make sense of what my life has become. As she so eloquently put it, I've broken my oaths. I am no longer worthy to be called the Oathsmith, as He once titled me."
"Ithaqua has fallen far since I last knew it," Kanthari answers succinctly, a vague frown touching his features. "But that was a different time, and it knew different folk." He flicks a glance over you, expression unreadable for a moment before he asks, "Do you even know what you seek, Bathan Zran? Or are you consigned to being lost in the Acropolis, squandering your self worth?"
You have emoted: Bathan shakes his head, making no effort to hide his agitation. "I was trained to be a Knight. I swore my oaths. Safeguard the helpless, put service to others first, sacrifice, devotion, piety, do not question the word of your masters." He pauses again, mouth contorting in thinly-veiled anger. "I have no masters anymore, nor or there any worthy of protecting. I've come here because I have no road to travel, anymore. This is where it ended. I sought to ask forgiveness, but none remembered what I'd done. It was fitting, all things considered."
Kanthari levels an amber gaze upon you, his voice low as he intones, "He who has enemies shall be made a hero. In the minds of one's enemies, one lives forever." His eyes narrow faintly, though it seems more of contemplation than of malice, "You are forgotten because you have allowed yourself to become so. The path that you chose was thankless. You sought the thankless role, to be a saint - to save the helpless and preserve them, knowing that they could not repay you. You have received that which you asked for." The muamrite states, "He who gives mercy shall receive none in return. Beware those who seek succor. They survive only to bite the hand that spared them." He remains still, observing you, "The Old Gods are dead, Bathan. But their wisdom did not die with them."
You have emoted: Bathan frowns, turning to aimlessly stare at his rhinoceros. "I do not wish that life for myself any longer. If I am forced to forfeit my title as a Knight, than so be it. I am tired of living for others. I wish to find what it is I desire and then pursue it, regardless of wherever it leads me." He makes eye contact with the large beast, deep frown unchanging. "I asked you here because I thought you of all people might have counsel for me in that regard. Our differences considered, you seemed impartial during the war. What is the correct course of action for me?" he asks, still refusing to look at Kanthari.
"I knew there were greater stakes than others seemed to think," Kanthari muses after a moment, the muamrite glancing at the script scrawled over his arm before he states, "You seem to think that being a Knight and living for one's self are at odds. Perhaps they are." He lifts a shoulder in a brief shrug, "Perhaps you have simply not found a worthwhile cause. If you do not believe in something, it is doomed to failure." He tilts his head faintly to one side as he regards you, "You sought me. I should think that telling enough." The corner of his mouth turns up slightly, "We are not so different as you should think."
You have emoted: Bathan idly removes a square of cloth from his pack and takes to shining a mithril claymore, still unwilling to look Kanthari in the eyes. "I feel we've a great many differences, but I'm not much for things I cannot see. It could be that you're speaking of means I don't quite understand. Regardless, you are correct. I did seek you. I would hear what you believe my role in this world is, as one of the few who once believed me heroic."
Kanthari gives a brief laugh, the sound devoid of mirth. "Your role is what you choose it to be," he retorts, shaking his head slightly. "I believed such as you did what others could not. You showed them how to work together, when they would otherwise be unwilling. And had the sense to know that there was a common enemy despite our petty differences." Yet studying your features, the muamrite states, "You seek a cause to lend your life meaning. That is why you served in the north. That is why you protected the weak, when they were unworthy of it." He observes at you a moment further, "And that is why you have fallen." Nodding his head, he adds, "You ask of a role. You would not be here if you did not already know which you meant to follow."
You have emoted: Bathan says nothing for some time, his gaze unmoving. He continues shining the already flawless blade, rasping softly as he breathes. After an uncomfortable length of silence, he looks up, nodding. "I told her that I was nothing more than a man with a blade, and that is all I sought to be. I need to fetch my hound, and explain this to Bogdart. He will not take it well. Afterwards, I mean to make for the Redwoods, where I intend to spend my days figuring out just what it is I want for myself." He pauses again. "I would ask that you continue to assist me. This is a difficult transition. Necessary, but difficult."
Kanthari inclines his head faintly, responding, "There are worse places to look. You shall have my counsel when you wish it." Clasping his hands behind his back once more, he states, "Let me know if you require anything."
You nod slowly.
You say, "I appreciate your time."
Kanthari climbs onto a curly-coated autumnal warhorse.
Kanthari Sazuran, the Jackal says, "Keep well, Bathan."
Kanthari, riding a curly-coated autumnal warhorse, Aspect of Moradeim leaves to the west, a feeling of confusion leaving with him.
‘Least I won’t have to carry it no more. You see how bloody heavy it is?’
‘Every sword’s a weight to carry. Men don’t see that when they pick ’em up. But they get heavier with time.”
I heart how Bathan is the so completely the opposite of Khizan.
Bathan is Jon Snow, Khizan is a wildling.
"On the battlefield I am a god. I love war. The steel, the smell, the corpses. I wish there were more. On the first day I drove the Northmen back alone at the ford. Alone! On the second I carried the bridge! Me! Yesterday I climbed the Heroes! I love war! I… I wish it wasn’t over."
You say, "Why are you watching him?" Tormenter Crykin says, "Yes, we took him captive when we stormed the Keep. Now we will make him suffer for what he has done." [1] (say) I see. I want to make him suffer. [2] (say) I want to free him. [3] (say) That's a Cool story dude.
>:(
I am the righteous one... the claims are stated - it's the world I've created
XXXXXX tells you, "I been one of the top combatants forever, Im actually trying to make a come back after beeing away for 2 years." H:424 M:312 <eb db>
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Alexys - Within the dark reaches (5908) - Celidon Council.
Aoede - An arch-filled clearing (2885) - The Portals.
Aten - Aten Amherst
Auvryist - Undulating prairie (20 rms) - Dardanic Grasslands.
Azefel - A gentle rise on Guards (13179) - City of Kinsarmar.
Balbino - Nearing the hills (11824) - Lorka'ig.
Blyth - Shining Huntress, Blyth Shinpachi, Eternal Heart
Bree - The Celidonian coaching (18604) - Western Celidon Forest.
Chelicrixkel - Antioch Shuk (13224) - City of Antioch.
Curran - Ancient forest (3 rms) - Reate Forest.
Daxos - Kinsarmar Crossroads (13370) - City of Kinsarmar.
Euderyn - The fortress courtyard (12878) - lands of Aradia.
Hiramius - Serene forest clearing (11391) - Celidon Council.
Howard - In the shallows (16 rms) - (multiple areas matched)
Ikaros - A junction of Wendigo ca (15559) - Ithaquan Council.
Iluv - Iluv Bialystone, the Crux Shade
Kalon - Undulating prairie (20 rms) - Dardanic Grasslands.
Kanna - Aryana's Spring (8463) - ruins of Caanae.
Karishma - Center Circle between tw (13381) - City of Kinsarmar.
Kryss - Undulating prairie (20 rms) - Dardanic Grasslands.
Laelia - Within the Ancient Redwo (13453) - Khandava Council.
Miichelle - Antioch Shuk (13224) - City of Antioch.
Mira - A junction of Wendigo ca (15559) - Ithaquan Council.
Ogion - The cavern of the Chief (12944) - lands of Aradia.
Rei - Serene forest clearing (11391) - Celidon Council.
Sapp - Sapp De'Linguilette
Tek - Antioch Shuk (13224) - City of Antioch.
Tiala - A fork in the caverns (2 rms) - (multiple areas matched)
Zul - Antioch Shuk (13224) - City of Antioch.
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<472H 418M> [eb db]
Iluv whispers briefly to a giant bone-armoured vampire bat named Bartok.
Iluv's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
<472H 418M> [eb db]
Iluv takes a long drag off his pipe, exhaling a thick, white haze.
<472H 418M> [eb db]
You follow Iluv to the ether.
A gentle rise on Guards Approach. (road).
The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. A generator plinth has been built
here, energy crackling around its edges. There are 2 monolith sigils here. A
Guardswoman of Kinsarmar is manning a cannon here. She has one-hundred and one
cannon balls. A massive groomed black stallion stands here proudly, its large
form covered in silver battle armour. A white-footed ferret stands on his
hind-legs here, chittering. Tossing his majestic silver head, a stallion of the
Modin Valley stands here impassively. A vulture searches for carrion here.
Eyeing you defiantly, a brown brawny stallion exhibits its large body. Calmly
gazing upon her surroundings with ice blue eyes, a healthy white mare stands
here upon strong legs.
You see exits leading north, east (closed door), and south.
Shortest five seconds ever, not even enough time to warn against reckless tracking!
Kanthari nods his head politely.
You ask, "You've been here before, I take it?"
Kanthari Sazuran, the Jackal says, "Aye. I made an unsightly habit of jumping
out of the trees a bit further in."
You step down off of a massive, armoured war rhinoceros named Bagamnan.
Kanthari steps down off of a curly-coated autumnal warhorse.
Rasping, you say, "I spent two different campaigns attempting to conquer this
place, and even then, they don't seem to remember or care of me."
You shake your head sadly.
Clasping his scar-limned hands behind his back, Kanthari nods briefly,
responding simply, "Such is the nature of men. We had an adage of it in the old
Order."
You say, "The nature of men. What a queer notion. This is, after all, the Age
of Mortality, at least according to the scholars."
You say, "Yet, despite that, here we are, continuing to trouble ourselves with
the trappings of our dead Gods. Justice, Wrath, the Arcane, all of it left to
us, as if by our parents."
With a wry smile, Kanthari Sazuran, the Jackal says to you, "The Old Gods may
be dead, but their wisdom did not die with them. To continue and pretend as if
nothing came before, perhaps is more foolish."
You have emoted: Bathan runs a clawed hand along the torso of the massive
rhinoceros, seeming somewhat distracted.
Rasping, you say, "Perhaps."
You have emoted: Bathan turns his gaze to yours, features calm. "You recall the
war, aye?"
"How could one forget?" Kanthari asks with a low laugh, shaking his head.
"Watching the world crumble does make for memories, at the very least."
You have emoted: Bathan offers a curt nod, withdrawing his hands to his side.
"You seemed to believe I was some sort of hero back then, if my memory does not
betray me."
Kanthari quirks a brief-lived smile, appearing amused. "You did what most would
not have in binding folk together," he admits, "I doubt the realms would have
followed another as gladly. Certainly not one of ours."
You have emoted: Bathan nods, his eyes again seeming distant. "It all made
sense, back then. I was a Knight, and I had something to protect. Days on end
spent cleaving demons, holding the line. I had my hound, I had the dwarves,
allies, friends, I brought hope, promise that salvation would come, even as the
skies shattered around us."
You have emoted: Bathan pauses, focusing his eyes once more. "It was after the
war where things began to crumble. I swore to do so much, to make the
sacrifices of the Gods worth it. I began to realize that I could not live up to
the expectations others had set for me. I fell in love with a wretched woman
who sought blood and hate."
Rasping, you ask, "Ultimately, that's what did me in, forsaking the vow to put
others first. It took sixty some years, but it happened. After that,
disregarding all the others wasn't difficult. What had the world ever given
back to me for all I gave to it?"
You shake your head sadly.
You say, "She chose another though, because she believed I was tarnished. I
fell from perfection as a Knight, and so I was not worthy of her affections."
You have emoted: Bathan lets loose a sudden, strange laugh. "I'd give all of it
up, our survival, everything, to be back in the war."
Kanthari nods faintly, amber eyes scanning the area as he muses, "And how soon
they all forget." He shakes his head once more, "But again, tis nature." His
gaze settles back upon you as he intones, "We were too busy trying to survive
to bother ourselves with other matters, or at least I found so." Raising a
brow, he asks, "Where has time found you? Yet in the north?"
You have emoted: Bathan shakes his head, taking a moment to appraise his
surroundings. "I departed two months ago. No one seemed to notice or care,
overmuch. Some savior of Ithaqua I turned out to be. My people did not lament
my departure," his voice trails off for a moment, sorrow apparent. After a long
moment, he continues. "I've been camped here, hunting the beasts that roam from atop
Bagamnan, trying to make sense of what my life has become. As she so eloquently
put it, I've broken my oaths. I am no longer worthy to be called the Oathsmith,
as He once titled me."
"Ithaqua has fallen far since I last knew it," Kanthari answers succinctly, a
vague frown touching his features. "But that was a different time, and it knew
different folk." He flicks a glance over you, expression unreadable for a
moment before he asks, "Do you even know what you seek, Bathan Zran? Or are you
consigned to being lost in the Acropolis, squandering your self worth?"
You have emoted: Bathan shakes his head, making no effort to hide his
agitation. "I was trained to be a Knight. I swore my oaths. Safeguard the
helpless, put service to others first, sacrifice, devotion, piety, do not
question the word of your masters." He pauses again, mouth contorting in
thinly-veiled anger. "I have no masters anymore, nor or there any worthy of
protecting. I've come here because I have no road to travel, anymore. This is
where it ended. I sought to ask forgiveness, but none remembered what I'd done.
It was fitting, all things considered."
Kanthari levels an amber gaze upon you, his voice low as he intones, "He who
has enemies shall be made a hero. In the minds of one's enemies, one lives
forever." His eyes narrow faintly, though it seems more of contemplation than
of malice, "You are forgotten because you have allowed yourself to become so.
The path that you chose was thankless. You sought the thankless role, to be a
saint - to save the helpless and preserve them, knowing that they could not
repay you. You have received that which you asked for." The muamrite states,
"He who gives mercy shall receive none in return. Beware those who seek succor.
They survive only to bite the hand that spared them." He remains still,
observing you, "The Old Gods are dead, Bathan. But their wisdom did not die
with them."
You have emoted: Bathan frowns, turning to aimlessly stare at his rhinoceros.
"I do not wish that life for myself any longer. If I am forced to forfeit my
title as a Knight, than so be it. I am tired of living for others. I wish to
find what it is I desire and then pursue it, regardless of
wherever it leads me." He makes eye contact with the large beast, deep frown
unchanging. "I asked you here because I thought you of all people might have
counsel for me in that regard. Our differences considered, you seemed impartial
during the war. What is the correct course of action for me?" he asks, still
refusing to look at Kanthari.
"I knew there were greater stakes than others seemed to think," Kanthari muses
after a moment, the muamrite glancing at the script scrawled over his arm
before he states, "You seem to think that being a Knight and living for one's
self are at odds. Perhaps they are." He lifts a shoulder in a brief shrug,
"Perhaps you have simply not found a worthwhile cause. If you do not believe in
something, it is doomed to failure." He tilts his head faintly to one side as
he regards you, "You sought me. I should think that telling enough." The corner
of his mouth turns up slightly, "We are not so different as you should think."
You have emoted: Bathan idly removes a square of cloth from his pack and takes
to shining a mithril claymore, still unwilling to look Kanthari in the eyes. "I
feel we've a great many differences, but I'm not much for things I cannot see.
It could be that you're speaking of means I don't quite understand. Regardless,
you are correct. I did seek you. I would hear what you believe my role in this
world is, as one of the few who once believed me heroic."
Kanthari gives a brief laugh, the sound devoid of mirth. "Your role is what you
choose it to be," he retorts, shaking his head slightly. "I believed such as
you did what others could not. You showed them how to work together, when they
would otherwise be unwilling. And had the sense to know that there was a common
enemy despite our petty differences." Yet studying your features, the muamrite
states, "You seek a cause to lend your life meaning. That is why you served in
the north. That is why you protected the weak, when they were unworthy of it."
He observes at you a moment further, "And that is why you have fallen." Nodding
his head, he adds, "You ask of a role. You would not be here if you did not
already know which you meant to follow."
You have emoted: Bathan says nothing for some time, his gaze unmoving. He
continues shining the already flawless blade, rasping softly as he breathes.
After an uncomfortable length of silence, he looks up, nodding. "I told her
that I was nothing more than a man with a blade, and that is all I sought to
be. I need to fetch my hound, and explain this to Bogdart. He will not take it
well. Afterwards, I mean to make for the Redwoods, where I intend to spend my
days figuring out just what it is I want for myself." He pauses again. "I would
ask that you continue to assist me. This is a difficult transition. Necessary,
but difficult."
Kanthari inclines his head faintly, responding, "There are worse places to
look. You shall have my counsel when you wish it." Clasping his hands behind
his back once more, he states, "Let me know if you require anything."
You nod slowly.
You say, "I appreciate your time."
Kanthari climbs onto a curly-coated autumnal warhorse.
Kanthari Sazuran, the Jackal says, "Keep well, Bathan."
Kanthari, riding a curly-coated autumnal warhorse, Aspect of Moradeim leaves to
the west, a feeling of confusion leaving with him.
‘Every sword’s a weight to carry. Men don’t see that when they pick ’em up. But they get heavier with time.”
:C
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
‘Every sword’s a weight to carry. Men don’t see that when they pick ’em up. But they get heavier with time.”
the claims are stated - it's the world I've created
I heart how Bathan is the so completely the opposite of Khizan.
Bathan is Jon Snow, Khizan is a wildling.
"On the battlefield I am a god. I love war. The steel, the smell, the corpses. I wish there were more. On the first day I drove the Northmen back alone at the ford. Alone! On the second I carried the bridge! Me! Yesterday I climbed the Heroes! I love war! I… I wish it wasn’t over."
Congrats
2013/08/08 00:06:12 - Lionas favoured Giselle for: Efforts toward the shard
initiative.
What I read:
2013/08/08 00:06:12 - Lionas favoured Giselle for: Efforts toward the S.H.I.E.L.D.
Initiative.
Needless to say, I was disappointed upon waking up a bit more.
‘Every sword’s a weight to carry. Men don’t see that when they pick ’em up. But they get heavier with time.”
Tormenter Crykin says, "Yes, we took him captive when we stormed the Keep. Now we will make him suffer for what he has done."
[1] (say) I see. I want to make him suffer.
[2] (say) I want to free him.
[3] (say) That's a Cool story dude.
>:(
the claims are stated - it's the world I've created
XXXXXX tells you, "I been one of the top combatants forever, Im actually trying
to make a come back after beeing away for 2 years."
H:424 M:312 <eb db>
XXXXXX tells you, "Was in prison O.o."
oh shit
2013/08/15 04:06:14 - Mallia has been slain by an annoyed wraith.
2013/08/15 04:21:51 - Shaylei has been slain by an unspecified thing.
2013/08/15 04:49:17 - Arakis has been slain by a rat.
This makes me giggle.
the claims are stated - it's the world I've created