(Not Jackdaw) Hello Travance,
What an icy and cold day in Travance; I quite enjoyed it. As I strolled up to my intended ritual site, I couldn’t help but notice that some of you managed to set off the gift I left you. I truly am sorry to those of you who did not heed my warning. I’ve enjoyed our games, and fun is fun. But you keep insisting on getting in my way. I’ve come so far; too far to stop, to far to turn back. Only five rituals left, more than halfway done. I’m not playing games anymore, not until this is over.
Under the light of Olaindrus, a ritual was left; later than normal but you know how it is, so many things to do. It was exactly where you all expected it to be. Can you imagine, the Commoner’s Crown? Giving up all of one’s power just to be accepted? If only the world worked that way; if only people worked that way. But it doesn’t. And I have learned from their mistake. My offering for this ritual was riches of my own horde; as a small gift of my power.