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And there I saw him - our visitor - standing in the corridor covered in the curtains of his robes. In his hand was clasped a dagger as sharp as his beard was pointed. His expression, laced with malignant trouble, but swimming in the joy of the proespect of his trouble. Lit by the moon outside, his eyes shone with a spark so ancient I dared not grasp its number, but one that had me feeling deeply troubled and conflicted.

Approaching the lord I doth asked: "Lo Discordia, what doth thy do in thine halls, at such a late an hour?"

And in the glow of the moon he smiled a sharp grin and crooned: "There are three classes of prince and princesses," he said unto me with a malignant chuckle. Vicious as a snake, but as quick and witfilled as a ferret or veteran rat, "those which comprehend the pleasure of ruling, and see to its full amusement; another which appreciates the rule of others and their muses and the thrills it brings. There there is a third which rules by day and night; or claims to three tribes. Thy first is the most excellent, the second is good, and the third is useless."

His eyes, sharp as spears read me before I could respond. He laughed in a way that for his age and wisdom echoed a dark wisdom that made me shutter. Echoing thy wizard, a chorus of laughing ghosts joined as the Lord Discordia extended his arms wide. And in a smile dripping snakes walked passed me and hissed: "Lo meus amicus Warden. Let me inform thee of a wisdom about thee. Everybody sees what thy seem, but few know what thou art."

As thou watched him down the corridor, thou did feel in mine heart a dripping fear for thine kingdoms. His cloak streaming off behind him through thy empty halls of thine castle, dragging with it the cold and thy very shadow and light of both night and day. Alien experiences did follow thine lord as he doth tredded.

And I fear my ladies, that is what wanderor thou has taken is the source of all thine severe grief thy people hath and thou hath experienced of late. And I urge thee, my ladies, to take swift action in correcting the course of action, before we fall swiftly to discourse and disunity again. Or that the world shall suffer greatly...

- Report of a guard on the presence of Discord.
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So I was going to add a background to this. But when I did it I found it not at all fitting to the style. So I tried to change that. All it ended up doing was making things really noisy and Medieval Discord looked rather... "awkward".

So I removed all of that.

So. Yeah. Another humanized character. Joy, am I right? Looking at others, I'm damn sure that I'm deviating from the already weird interpretations of the God of Disharmony.

Description
And there I saw him - our visitor - standing in the corridor covered in the curtains of his robes. In his hand was clasped a dagger as sharp as his beard was pointed. His expression, laced with malignant trouble, but swimming in the joy of the proespect of his trouble. Lit by the moon outside, his eyes shone with a spark so ancient I dared not grasp its number, but one that had me feeling deeply troubled and conflicted.

Approaching the lord I doth asked: "Lo Discordia, what doth thy do in thine halls, at such a late an hour?"

And in the glow of the moon he smiled a sharp grin and crooned: "There are three classes of prince and princesses," he said unto me with a malignant chuckle. Vicious as a snake, but as quick and witfilled as a ferret or veteran rat, "those which comprehend the pleasure of ruling, and see to its full amusement; another which appreciates the rule of others and their muses and the thrills it brings. There there is a third which rules by day and night; or claims to three tribes. Thy first is the most excellent, the second is good, and the third is useless."

His eyes, sharp as spears read me before I could respond. He laughed in a way that for his age and wisdom echoed a dark wisdom that made me shutter. Echoing thy wizard, a chorus of laughing ghosts joined as the Lord Discordia extended his arms wide. And in a smile dripping snakes walked passed me and hissed: "Lo meus amicus Warden. Let me inform thee of a wisdom about thee. Everybody sees what thy seem, but few know what thou art."

As thou watched him down the corridor, thou did feel in mine heart a dripping fear for thine kingdoms. His cloak streaming off behind him through thy empty halls of thine castle, dragging with it the cold and thy very shadow and light of both night and day. Alien experiences did follow thine lord as he doth tredded.

And I fear my ladies, that is what wanderor thou has taken is the source of all thine severe grief thy people hath and thou hath experienced of late. And I urge thee, my ladies, to take swift action in correcting the course of action, before we fall swiftly to discourse and disunity again. Or that the world shall suffer greatly...

- Report of a guard on the presence of Discord.
_______________________________________________

So I was going to add a background to this. But when I did it I found it not at all fitting to the style. So I tried to change that. All it ended up doing was making things really noisy and Medieval Discord looked rather... "awkward".

So I removed all of that.

So. Yeah. Another humanized character. Joy, am I right? Looking at others, I'm damn sure that I'm deviating from the already weird interpretations of the God of Disharmony.