Step right up!
Step right up...
One and all.
Be greeted, my fellow islanders. As I invite you to ceremoniously join with me, with open arms, in unwinding the truth of the island's true intention. It's calling to each and everyone of us shall never die, and we must do as we all can, when with open ears.
Many have scorned and searched; either sighed with dissapointment at the current belief, or either option of path to be followed, be it lead by those you cannot follow, or when straying from your own path lost.
Even if, as it were with time lost, it were before our faces and felt through-out our stay, we must truly open our eyes for a moment. If one were to truly find the answer. This would calculate by chance, and or the reaction of a circular message for free-form.. Such a time has arrived; a time where balance runs on a thin line..
In my experience, as I have witnessed, such an 'island order' as you have been lead to believe, is too 'orderly' and condemnable, by the eyes of truth.. Follow the wish of the isle, and align among a Cult Of Chaos.
This shall be a celebration, of the philosophy of, and the wise ways of the brilliant Nargun. The intelligently true messiah. Only through this frame of mind, and the cards that he has dealt us, can we truelly explore our inner-selves. Only through this way can we live in a Gobaith were we can live to cherish an empowering, though exciting life. Relying on what will be will be, and our lucky stars. After all, it must be up to those with a certain integrity to decide when one who continually runs into walls without thought, that their luck has indeed run thin?
The ways of Nargun have been said to be misplaced, mislead, or either misinterpreted. But that is the beauty of it my friends, this is the true intention. One's own unwinding interpretation. And with the understanding that it is not us alone that can dictate out future, only, it is we who have the 'chance' to embrace the hand dealt to us... Fair is fair.
Luck, playing tricks, intelligent revenge? Some may claim this be a desperate man's view upon life. Yet only the very intelligent, and often friendly, can possess the cunning to play tricks, as it were. Believe. We are all blessed, my friends, by Nargun's lucky hand. Yet only in our unity, can everything become possible to those who envision it.
I shall be holding a meeting welcoming all who are interested to align under Nargun's banner on ((Sunday 29th September, 8pm-gmt+1)) at the neutral Sirani isles..
It is time to claim our chance, brothers.
~Jefferson Gray <>~
Cult Of Chaos
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Cult Of Chaos
A peculiar parchment bearing hand-writing by the looks of which has been written by a steady, yet eccentric hand with accents and such, hangs from many tree's surrounding the isle of Gobaith...
(( OOC note -
I am truly sorry to anyone who was going to come along today, that I could not make my own organized celebration. I really wanted to but couldn't because I had to deal with urgent RL issues. I'm quite pissed off about it because I actually did have alot of things planned for it.
But I am rescheduling it for next Sunday, 5th, at the same time. If anyone is still interested come along, but obviously I understand if no-one shows
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Again, really sorry!))
I am truly sorry to anyone who was going to come along today, that I could not make my own organized celebration. I really wanted to but couldn't because I had to deal with urgent RL issues. I'm quite pissed off about it because I actually did have alot of things planned for it.
But I am rescheduling it for next Sunday, 5th, at the same time. If anyone is still interested come along, but obviously I understand if no-one shows
. Again, really sorry!))
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An old, bare-feet man with a wild look in his eyes sneaks by the blackboard and nails a ragged looking piece of cloth somewhat under the border between this post and the one right next to it while sporadically falling into a hysterical giggling-spree. The cloth smells like troll-dung and does indeed look as if it once had been the proud leftovers of someone's loincloth.
The scribblings on it, obviously an artwork done in charcoal that looks like drafted by the hand of a child, barely manage to form a sentence :
"EaD yerR OlDe SoCKxS !"
The scribblings on it, obviously an artwork done in charcoal that looks like drafted by the hand of a child, barely manage to form a sentence :
"EaD yerR OlDe SoCKxS !"