I hung upon that windswept tree for nine days and nine nights, pierced by my own spear. I stared into the void between and beyond all things, until I spied the runes and seized them up. And howling, I fell.
The yugoloths say that hope is an illusion, since they don't feel it. I say that's because their own massive egos make them unable to see any personal situation as one that needs improving.
