You know, I’m really not that much of a religious guy like Illivan is so I have no idea if this counts for anything. Feel free to laugh at me for trying. I guess I just wanted to say thanks while I had the chance to say it. I had decided when I met you, that if I’m going to pick any God I might as well pick the one that laughs in the face of irony and calls it a friend. From that moment I’ve been at your mercy ever since, with you tossing me around amongst Judges, nobles, rebellion, and now even James coming back to haunt me with more irony. As some homeless nobody wandering around in the snow from town to town, getting thrust into this madness you would think I’d feel like a blind man in the dark. But I’ve seemed to adapt to this life as easy as breathing, despite the fact that half the time it’s tearing my physical body apart. All three of us seem to wake up with more scars every day. And yet every morning we rise up to meet each day, for better or worse, with a sense of purpose.
I’ve become allies with such powerful people, and individuals with increasing amounts of money and nobility. I’ve fought incredibly powerful forces and somehow I’m still alive and doing my best to bite back as they slug me around like a rag doll. I’ve got a steady income, from a tavern no less, and I’m managing funds for the construction of a fortress! Me! A wandering nomad who was living a simple life and settling down with a girl I loved. Yet in the blink of an eye she is about as gone as it gets. It still cuts deep sometimes. Seeing James makes it worse. Hopefully these next few days will be the end to this. Hopefully I can bring her some justice in one form or another.
I guess the point to me saying any of this is that the chaos you bring is what makes me feel the most alive. You’ve given me allies to fight for and fight with. You’ve given me something to fight for when I was at a place in my life where I wondered what the point was in joining the struggle. So thanks for giving me that, despite the fact that you make it perfectly clear every day I’m at the mercy of your whims. There is no room for complacency, and one should expect no mercy either. I get that, and I’ve made my peace with it.
I can’t help but notice that you seem to be flexing those abilities of yours more and more often, through Illivan especially. The other day he admitted that you’re in his head a lot lately, and he has been bursting with chaotic magic more and more often. How you thought of turning him it to a potted plant at that moment is beyond me. It makes me wonder, as our chaotic misadventures are happening across the country, is our disruption of the structured, iron fist of Arcadia giving you solely an outlet of entertainment? With the way things seem to be with Illivan my guess is that’s the case, but it makes me wonder if the increase in chaos on this plane, actually makes you stronger and more influential overall? It makes me curious, and the idea entertains me.
Well, I guess that’s enough of talking to myself like an old fool. I should get some rest. I must say, though, living under your banner these days always makes me unsure if I’ll wake up the next morning. What with all the insanity we go through on the regular these days.
**Later on that night Flint wakes up to a troll throwing a boulder through his tent. As much as he was upset, he couldn’t help but enjoy the irony.