[Ramblings.]

[HeWhoSeeks]

Offer tail.

Fucking eggs.

Fatespinners unable to forsee any of this brings a smile to my face. Shun me, show disgust and put a pathetic, child-minded Nadiri on a pedestal. They are only dangerous because no one will call their bluff, or gut them in an alleyway.

"Oh no, they took away the shade! Let's just move everyone down to al-Nasr, free from the erosion of the ash! What will we do!?"

This same Nadiri had the gall to question me on  where I was, and who I was doing business with...

Relying on limiting access via (not at all) limited supply, obscurity and a law - amateur hour, a locked door only stops an honest thief.

I will have my due.

 

[HeWhoSeeks]

They plot.
They plot.
They plot.
They plot.
They plot.
They plot.
They plot.
They plot.
They plot.

[HeWhoSeeks]

He scries.
They conspire.
No more. No more. No more. No more. No more. No more. No more. No more. No more.

He attempts to have me burnt alive.
He attempts to have me beaten, imprisoned by the Janisary.

If it continues to escalate at this rate..
He will be a gift to the rim, to the rim, to the rim, to the rim, to the rim, to the rim, to the rim, to the rim, to the rim.
 

[HeWhoSeeks]

Cannot trust the law.
Cannot trust the Tower.

Must keep appearances.
Must relocate belongings and study.

They object to revisionists, yet remain some of the largest censors of knowledge and word in the lands.

I am not beyond living below once again - the worm stew is familiar, and the company grows stronger. Such as the astral can be conjured, the astral can be bound.

They seek to isolate  me.
Weaken me.
Belittle me for my condition.
Business is not cheap.
Perhaps the Banda would appreciate some further business.

They seek to chastise me, yet, will gleefully give the nadiri rat praises behind closed doors. They make no time for those who have given so much to the Tower, to the other Nadiri and their studies. When was the last time the majority of these Apothar were relevant? Stern appears to be the only one with her head firmly in place, with Zol Nur being a close second.

The others are akin to the Sulpher Order, if it was being run by Caleb from the Souk.

[HeWhoSeeks]

Fatespinners acting on his behalf..
Searches, questioning of a license...
Banda, standing by his side, attempting to intimidate...

Your god is imprisoned, you crippled mole...

Selwyn.
Selwyn.
Selwyn.
Selwyn.
Selwyn.
Selwyn.
Selwyn.
Selwyn.
Selwyn.

The Rim knows it.
The Rim knows of the plots.
The Rim knows of the intent.

The timeline will be sped up...
Only one thousand, six hundred dinar remaining...

The though of mercilessly butchering this lamb.. it is consuming me..

[HeWhoSeeks]

He has been promised to the rim.

We cannot hear them, but.. they can be felt..
They can make us feel things, and feel through us..

They desire coin, as the intermediary..
But the Rim hungers.

[HeWhoSeeks]

They have taken my robes..

Now I will take his..

Selwyn.
Selwyn.
Selwyn.
Selwyn.
Selwyn.
Selwyn.
Selwyn.
Selwyn.
Selwyn.

[HeWhoSeeks]

She thought herself so smug.

Hiding, under the skirt of the city.

She will be next after that insolent whelp.

Azimi.
Azimi.
Azimi.
Azimi.
Azimi.
Azimi.
Azimi.
Azimi.
Azimi.