Portland Net

Is there not a happy place of ale and laughter where I may drown in lighthearted fancies for a while? Oh, for all the brute's maddening countenance, tis his face the one I miss the most. I beg forgiveness from the lords of this network, for this prince has still the hardest of times accustoming to the day's advances. The foul beasts of a fortnight ago have vanished, and thus mine royal sword is once again without use. Oh, but the heart bleeds for smiles and times of joy. Much too much sorrow hath I seen these last few days that I cannot bear anymore. Such suffering and grief. Such despair. How can a prince so displaced in time understand the proper ways to ease a people's pain? Is there not an easy way? For my language is outdated, and my customs are ancient, but mine heart is as pure as any others.

Who can knowest the true way of dispensing sorrow and accompany a prince on his quest to seek comfort in these unsettling times?

Such foul beasts roam the streets! I offer up my sword to any who may require it. Tis not bravery that lives in the hearts of men but the desire to do right by others, that which drives men to live better lives.

I propose we unite in council at a time and place convenient for all to strategize against our rogue enemies. At this time, all information whenceforth shall be presented at the table of our union, and a treaty shall be formed among us. For there may be other worlds aside from that which exist in our semblance, but the world of which we know of presently is here and now.

How quickly can my lords converge upon a place for a meeting? Speak amongst thyselves and appoint dignitaries, which shall attend this meeting and report back to their respective groups. This shall be our prevailing moment. Choose thy next course of action wisely.

What villainy is this!