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Ok, I put up another post. Cynical ol' Idruil is trying to be sympathetic in the only way he knows how at the moment. I must admit, I'm a bit of a sucker for poetry, so I went with a nice morbid poem. Hope you enjoy.
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"What mortal feels not awe/Nor trembles at our name,
Hearing our fate-appointed power sublime/Fixed by the eternal law.
For old our office, and our fame,"
-Aeschylus, Song of the Furies
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