Will you take up the mantle with me, or arms against me? I welcome
your faith, your vice, your venom, and your wrath. There is a new
dawn on the horizon and I am coming with it. Cower not at the thought
of a tower of knowledge from whence power quaked the ground, for that
is but glimmers of a past. Mortal breath fills these lungs. That is,
until it does not. Will I be a corpse? Will you? Or, perhaps, will
we be something more?

That is the story yet to be told! From the portal and then through
the academy we shall return, marching through familiar and unfamiliar
lands alike. Ever on the sojourn with a character who's goal is to
engage each and everyone's desire to play a little make believe, and
have fun.

Time (and not enough of it) is the greatest factor now and was the
only reason for my sudden departure before. It will no doubt be at
least two years from that time until I can steal a sand from the hour
glass to give it to championing CF the way I wish to again.

Until that time, I ask you for purely selfish reasons... Endure! One
day I shall walk the carrion fields with you once again!

By whom I wish to be mourned,
Ignolmeer, the former.