*Lets out a long drawn out sigh* I have been troubled for many moons and have not wanted to explain why for fears I shall keep to my own. Whether it be in this world or the next I found myself observing everyone, I stand at a distance and do what Rogues do best, I watch and wait alone. I have observed in the most inhibited ways and I am not sure I like what is viewed. Rules have been broken, context of character and honor questioned, and no order in this world. While once thought of as a close knit encounter has become a long distance travesty. New roles have been revealed and old ones erased. Will I ever see it the same again?
I ask this question by the moons light while chaos runs rampant, why have I not acted still?
Having lost Faith, I turned my back on the Light. Standing amid shouts of Battle and Command, balancing my stance in pools of what passes for blood, I could hear it. After two lifetimes, it sounds the same.
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As this is what I do, there was no option. I dropped my 2-ton hammer at the 'smith and slid off my Skull of Ruin. Finding my place, the light began to channel. If there were voices, I couldn't hear them. Urgent messages passed by but I saw nothing. Facing my Protector, my world narrowed again to a Life and a Cooldown. My faith is now within the Light itself, spawning a new allegiance.
This is my Tank.
There are many like it, but this one is mine...
...drunken ramblings of an old EQ ranger at a table with bards and rogues...
*sigh* it's not only you that can feel the stress....there are many factors that also weigh heavy on my mind, and alas many solutions that roll through the possibility list as well. Can one just simply ask that you bear with? Something will inevitably give. :)
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