O, Lady of the bitter-sweet Nexus, how I long for your guidance!  Thou wast a true guiding light, in this, my hour of need.  I can see a dragon to my left.  And to m’ right flank, a narrow passage to a safe haven- not narrow enough to stop me from continuing my journey!  Behind me, a selfmade waste of Oncemen, some of their bodies comically kicked in the dirt to prove my power!  I, the seeker of souls have planted myself, a King.  Sovereign ruler of all things deft and deadly!  I sheath my sword to peer at death from a shorter angle!

But what ho!  A light, a ledge!  What item allegedly waits my misstep?  For below me I see- larger to my eye than the snoozing dragon- a glowing ball of light.  How low must I stoop?  How far indeed is this drop?  Certainly I’m not high enough that a fall this small will end me.  If only I kept my bodily form, then surely I could survive!  If only the Monumentals granted me just one more line of cryptic advice, I might know how to complete this task.

Oh, what misdeeds doth I do to be placed in such a predicament? Between certain death and certainer sustenance?  What will I do without that small ember of hope that holds – what? A thousand wailing souls?  A new piece of armor?  Or a blade I already wield- NO!  I  musn’t think such thoughts.  The short drop holds the spice of my salvation!  A half moon, a full one, not to my liking, but that sweet Renown Soldier.  That’s what’s waiting there for me to take if I have but the strength to gain it!

Anon, I will dive, dove-like, floating to a safe solitude, away from worry.  Safely, I go- But, what’s this?  A stain of blood, and a message there w’ it.

Surely, the writ must hold the answer.  And thus I read: “If you jump from here…”

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…Hmmm…

I read again, seeking the advice of my brethren who’ve come before me.  Thusly: “If you jump from here…”

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…well…

Success!  Surely the writer who wrote this note meant it to breathe confidence in its reader!  Surely he does not share the same fate as whomever left this stain of blood.  And he cannot share the fate of the very soldier who’s body rests at the bottom of this cliff.

Yet- though my liver be anything but lilied, and my eager spirit tells me to boldly press on- my mind, that great second guesser, must touch that bloodstain. HAH!  Probably some archer attempting to win glory by slaying the sleeping dragon!  What a pitiful end he has met…I touch the bloodstain.

He appears.  Looks to the dragon- HA! – then slowly steps toward the ledge….One step.  Another…leaps….falls….

Maybe I should take that mild narrow path, and- NO!  I must know what item waits beneath.

I touch the stain again.

Looks to the dragon…edges…falls to his death-

Ha!  So it seems!  All too quickly his spirit falls.  Do we not usually see these souls have a slower death?  I wager we see here a man who died after his downfall!  That is, he fell, then fell prey to some beast or other, awaiting men to drop down weakly.  Not I!  Silver Catalyst in hand I drop down to smite thee, demons!  Off I go…

And…closer now…nearly at the edge…touch the bloodstain once more just to make sure I don’t fall the same way as…and….

That coward!  I see his mistake!  He jumped too far.  I would never be so silly as to…Ho!

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