knotsbygordium

knotsbygordium t1_j4l4buf wrote

Do you trust the voices that come in the night, asking for morsels? Do you trust the ones that dwell on the lands you keep without reservation? Do you trust the upbringing your parents gave you without doubt?

Why then do you take that one's word as final or true? Remember he and his lackey stated they wish long, drawn out suffering.

So why take at face value their word on your siblings and thier fates?

Questions to ponder.

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knotsbygordium t1_j42li3y wrote

Oh. Oh my. You poor woman, childhood stolen so suddenly. Elfshot is such a heavy thing to witness. But you can not dwell on the river behind when you enter a rapid.

If the hidden ones have subborned one of your watchmen, they have a reason, and the reasons of the hidden are not reasons humans hold. If they are aiding him? I do not know if even the wood god can give straight counsel. Be cunning. Be ruthless. You have known betrayal. Make it your armor. Do what must be done.

May you not pay too steep a price.

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knotsbygordium t1_j3zr43m wrote

The gentry like to play their games, as a cat plays with its prey. When we step outside the boundaries, we are subject to their rules. You are not the one who left the safety of the path. It was not your decision, and the aftermath is not your responsibility. You attempted to help as a child. You refused to play as an adult. Keep iron on your person, and salt by your threshold. Those who dwell outside do not give up on those they have placed a mark on willingly.

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