Hear my voice

"This is what my eyes see, my Love, unfettered by the shackles of time… You shall meet enemies three, but none more dangerous than yourself in your full glory. They are shades of evil, of good, and of neutrality given life and twisted by the laws of the planes. You shall come to a prison built of regrets and sorrow, where the shadows themselves have gone mad. There you will be asked to make a terrible sacrifice, my Love. For the matter to be laid to rest, you must destroy that which keeps you alive and be immortal no longer." - Deionarra.

"The tale concerns a suitor of Lady of Pain, one of many over the years. He was a young man who was obsessed with the Mistress of Sigil. He saw her everywhere, in every corner of her city. He would hear the rustling of her robes, the scrape of her blades, and grew infatuated beyond all reason. He hoped that if he worshipped her, that he would at last be able to see her... and so worship her he did. "He was found dead on the blood-soaked steps of his own home, grievous stab wounds covering the whole of his body... but his eyes were open wide, and upon his lips was a triumphant smile." — "The Lady's Suitor

Bob Sweeney

"Evil is evil. Lesser, greater, middling, it's all the same. Proportions are negotiated, boundaries blurred. I'm not a pious hermit, I haven't done only good in my life. But if I'm to choose between one evil and another, then I prefer not to choose at all." Geralt.

Use these days well.

I am the shadow of the distant past...

"I wish we could" she whispered near "Go someplace far away from here." While hoping that small voice would disappear. That said "Welcome to the end"

It took three days for him to die the born again could buy the serial rights lamb of god have mercy on us lamb of god won't you grant us

If there is anything I have learned in my travels across the Planes, it is that many things may change the nature of a man. Whether regret, or love, or revenge or fear - whatever you believe can change the nature of a man, can. I’ve seen belief move cities, make men stave off death, and turn an evil hag's heart half-circle. This entire Fortress has been constructed from belief. Belief damned a woman, whose heart clung to the hope that another loved her when he did not. Once, it made a man seek immortality and achieve it. And it has made a posturing spirit think it is something more than a part of me.

Some have said that I was given keys to the city of your dreams I'm more content to walk outside the walls and catch a breeze I'm more inclined to climb on by or ride internal seas I'm more alive to vibe inside a mansion full of trees I do this for a reason that they can't pretend to glean I lose myself infused in something more than what they've seen I'm not a slave to greed I don't embrace your make believe I've never been for sale no matter what they think I need So let it be decreed Let this music serve the deed Let it spread like a disease Let it spawn a noble seed There's more than meets the eye There's more than meets the price If you can't see the sky there's too much artificial light I can't predict my path, but they can't fully see my past I'm running from the flash but heading straight inside the blast A mountain full of ego built upon a heap of trash Is exactly what you get when you can't fully do the math This is not the right way But this is my way