You have set me on a quest no mortal should ever undergo. You have tasked me with the creation of hubris made manifest upon this mortal plane, of utter chaos and raw emotion distilled into but a page or two of script.
I have toiled for weeks upon this effigy to madness, and for what? For my pride? For my inability to turn down a challenge issued to me? For my responsibility as arbiter of a piece of a distant future?
On all counts, correct. This quest, one I never should have began, has simply entangled me with the siren's song of a perfect ending, the yen (archaic definition) of, at long last, a finished product, one to be used well, by a worthy wielder. I am trapped within the shackles of my own mind, and shall not be freed until I complete this task.
This is not rocket science. This is not the slaying of a dragon. This is not mapping an ever-shifting manor betwixt a stand of pine trees. This is worse. This is attempting to describe, in full, the endless abyss of the ocean's depths in naught but a word. This is capturing the instant a volcano erupts in a conflagration of ash and pumice in an oil painting as you stand before the caldera. This is a duel atop the railings of the highest balcony of the Eiffel Tower, as the onlookers attempt to ensure you fall from the precipice to your death. This is pinning down a moth sans a body, only two wings fluttering about your room - as you pin one, the other escapes. I am affixed to this horrible creation, unable to part with its vile corpse, cursed to never truly be able to complete it as I wish.
Anyway the warlock subclass I'm trying to make for you is actually proving to be quite difficult and this is my complaint (ill still get it done)
this is an INCREDIBLY terrifying message but you are the dm ever thank you!!!! I will be forever in your debt.
